What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
Stiles lay back in the pillows, a big, stupid grin on his face as Derek basked in his scent. "Mhm, part of being your mate. You like the way I smell," he teased. It wasn't the only reason, of course it wasn't, but he liked teasing Derek. He always had. "But you feel amazing inside me. God, this feels amazing. It feels like I'm floating," he breathed, fingers still moving slowly through Derek's hair.
He chuckled. "Everything, yes. I'll eat you out and then bite you," he smiled. A little wriggle told him that Derek's knot was finally going down. Not that he was keen for that to happen, but it had to happen sometime. Stiles had no reason to want to pull away once they could. He could stay pressed against Derek's body, both of them curled up in the bed. All weekend. Every weekend for the rest of their lives.
"Mhm, I'm gonna need a minute too, big guy. I'm exhausted from all these orgasms," Stiles whispered, grinning lazily.
He wrapped his arms properly around Derek as his mate kissed him. "What are you thanking me for, huh? You don't need to thank me for anything, I love you. Everything I have to give I'll give to you," Stiles murmured on. He could never have imagined anything like this, anyone like Derek being his mate, being his forever. The opposite of everything he'd feared.
"Mmph," he hummed as he clenched his muscles around Derek, trying to keep that feeling of being full. He let out a sigh, because he wasn't pregnant, he wouldn't get pregnant whilst he kept taking his pill. But he would. He'd do it because that was what they talked about. That was for the best. But his body wanted it- he'd found his mate, he could feel an almost empty ache where their child should be now.
"Hold me closer," Stiles breathed, wrapping his legs around Derek. "Don't let me go. Don't ever let me go."
He could feel the warmth on his throat where Derek had bitten him. Eventually he'd get up and look in the mirror, but that would have to wait. Now they were curled up under the covers, arms holding each other tightly. Derek was no longer inside him, but they were still as close as they could get. And he still had every intention of easing the plug out of his lover and making him come one last time. But for the moment Stiles needed this. The closeness. The comfort. Derek was solid and smelt of safety and home. If Stiles' nose was as sensitive as a wolf, he'd know Derek smelt of happiness, too. And the mixture of their sex.
"That was the perfect first time," he said gently, running his lips over the corner of Derek's mouth. "Perfect. You made it perfect. Thank you." He nosed at Derek's cheek and the scruff on his jaw. "You'll let me give you one last one before we crash, right? Can't have you sleeping with that in, you'll be humping my leg all night-" Stiles said, as light heartedly as he could.