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What the hell is a Stiles? (_stiles) wrote,

“You’re so good with your mouth-“ Stiles whispered. Derek had never failed to bring him to orgasm with his mouth, the pleasure was always incredible. “They’ll be even more sensitive then, it won’t take long- but you are very good at making me come again and again.” He could imagine it so vividly, the way he’d be aching and full of milk, Derek’s clever tongue all over his nipples, relieving the pressure and making sure he came.

And God- Derek’s knot was still so swollen. He’d read alphas online bragging about how long their knots would stay inflated, which had seemed awful to Stiles at the time, being stuck with someone after the sex. But this, with Derek, he’d be happy to stay here like this for hours. Especially when Derek was still rolling his hips, still rubbing against Stiles’ prostate.

“I know. I trust you,” Stiles said softly. He wanted to reassure Derek that it was nothing to do with him. The kiss sent a shiver through him as though the skin were already incredibly sensitive. Like his body wanted it- and he was sure it did. He believed the talk of it being near orgasmic, too, and maybe that the bond between a mate’s pair became deeper and stronger afterwards. To the point that Derek would be able to tell when Stiles was pregnant, some said. But they also said an alpha, especially and alpha wolf, could tell that anyway.

Stiles tipped his head to the side, giving more of his throat to Derek. “Every day, huh?” He asked, fingers gently cupping the back of his mates head. “You can do it in front of the pack tomorrow, as well- but I want it now.” Even if it hurt more than it would in his heat, it would keep him safer, Derek wasn’t wrong. “Please? Claim me. I love you.”