What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
And oh, didn’t it make him smug when he felt Derek coming over and over, too? Even from just little things, just Stiles speaking, encouraging- his mate was so wonderfully receptive and responsive.
He’d remembered the plug, too, how Derek was still full of his come- he didn’t think he’d have the energy to fuck Derek after this, but he could probably eat him out, give him one last orgasm before they were too spent.
Stiles made a soft, pleased noise when Derek lifted him up slightly and held him closer-
He gasped when Derek’s teeth first pressed against his skin, making a soft little noise at the momentary pinch of pain before it changed. Heat and pleasure washed through him, making him tremble, making his body clench around Derek. It was blissful. He could hear himself making those soft, supplicant noises again, offering himself to his alpha. But it was hardly a problem. Derek would take good care of him.
The soft, pulsing pleasure continued through all of his muscles even when Derek’s mouth moved away and his tongue started to lap at the area. No pain. Stiles breathed out, feeling limp and content, petting Derek slowly. He felt another shock of an orgasm, arching off of the bed to press as close as he could to his mate.
Blearily, Stiles wondered if they could just do this every night even after his heat. Because he’d very happily sink into this happy space as often as he possibly could, and to have Derek purring, thrusting gently, licking at his throat- Stiles wouldn’t say no to that.
He could do the same for Derek now, even if the mark wouldn’t hold yet. Only during his heat or Derek’s rut. But if it gave his mate this kind of pleasure Stiles would do that every day, too-
“My turn?” He rasped the question, everything still a little blurry. “Or you want to wait until I’ve eaten you out later?”