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Derek (surlier) wrote,

More than having his knot buried inside his mate, Derek had looked forward to making Stiles orgasm repeatedly. something he had not failed to achieve, not given the way his mate smelled, and the almost continual throb of muscles around his length.

Much more, and he was pretty sure that some was going to leak past his deflating knot. Or so he thought as he rocked them into another orgasm, listening to Stiles' sob his pleasure out as his body moved restlessly against the bed.

He let out a low, approving short howl as he rocked both of them through another orgasm. As good as it was, they couldn't stay tied together for hours.

Or maybe they could, because as soon as Stiles started to speak, he looked up, eyes going wide at feeding their pups, his jaw dropping slightly. Milk. Stiles was going to make milk and he wanted Derek to taste him --

His eyes squinted shut as he throbbed again, so hard that if his knot hadn't already popped, it would have then and shuddered through another blinding orgasm.

"Fuck, Stiles," was the first thing he got out between pants. Other couples worried about getting pregnant -- they were really going to have to worry about Stiles not getting that way. As much as they both wanted it -- and the thought was enough to have him thrusting forward slightly again -- now wasn't a good time. It was logical. Responsible.

And so fucking compatible that he wanted to preen a little with it. That warmth finally had his fangs retreating, but his nails were still long and sharp, and his vision was still red at the edges. "Stiles," he murmured again as he nosed up to the spot where he wanted to leave his mark. "Wanna leave it here, mark you up before you're pregnant with our pups," he murmured as he kissed the spot, laved attention on it while he waited for Stiles' permission.