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Derek (surlier) wrote,

"Yes," Derek nearly growled and grunted softly, the clenching muscles pulling another little burst out of him. "Baby, I think you're asking the wrong question. It's not an if I want to taste you. It's when don't I want to, and the answer to that is never." It didn't matter where, if it was his pointy nipples, his salt sweet throat, his swollen cock or his slick, delicious entrance -- Derek wanted the flavors of him all the time. "Mmm hmmm, and I know how much you love having your nipples played with. Make you come while I'm easing all your aches." He liked the thought of that too, hips pumping forward slowly to keep his knot rocking inside him.

"You'll have to do it every day until your heat," he murmured against his skin. Every day until the days when it would stick, when it'd settle into his skin as a token from his mate as a scar, instead of continually healing.

"Mark you as mine, yes, want to. Want to claim you as mine --" to solidify what they already knew. It wasn't all selfless -- Derek knew once it was done, to everyone else Stiles' scent would be muted. For him it never would be, and he rubbed the tip of his nose against the spot where he intended to bite Stiles.

"It -- might," he finally answered, unsure. Unwanted claims always hurt, but Stiles said he wanted this one, and Derek said as much. "Right now, you're calm and happy. It's me," he said, like that explained part as well. And it did -- they had the ability to calm one another, a skill they'd shown already in the days before. "And right now you're riding high off so many orgasms, I don't know if you'll feel anything more than pressure." As if to demonstrate, he kissed the skin lightly again.

"But once it's deep enough, I've heard it feels very, very good." Which, to his mind, meant orgasmic knowing his mate and there was never going to be a time when Derek didn't want to see Stiles enjoying himself, especially when they were together.

"Or, we can wait." He even managed to say it without sounding like something was being torn out of him, but he couldn't quite hold back the whine that followed his statement. "We can, I just, I want to see it on you. Don't want anyone sniffing around you when you get closer to your heat," he finally confessed.