Derek (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surlier) wrote, |
Partially because it was Stiles doing it, and his mate tended to relax him. The other half had everything to do with those fingers slowly working through his hair and against his scalp.
"Maybe -- bite first," he murmured after managing to rub two brain cells together. That sounded like, yeah, that sounded like a good idea, and he let out a pleased little huff against Stiles' throat. "They were awfully good orgasms though."
One good idea seemed to deserve another, and when Stiles' arms went around him, he wiggled his free arm under his mate and held him a little closer. "You could have said no." However limited a possibility it might have been, it still could have happened. And it would have been horrible if it had. Derek growled a little as he pressed his face into Stiles' collarbone and smeared his mouth over his skin. "To anything, to everything. To me."
It would have hurt, but he would have given Stiles anything he asked for. What he wasn't asking for, and seemingly didn't want, was for them to separate, and Derek was all too happy to moan at that clench, his own arms tightening up as he did his best to press closer, knot giving another, duller throb.
"I'm never letting you go. Not unless you want me to." That was the only reason why he ever would, and those words seemed further and further from Stiles' mouth. Something he was grateful for.
Under the covers, the bed reeked of them. He probably should have thought to put a towel down before they ended up in bed, but now his bed was coated in the scent of their sex and them, and he wasn't sure that he wasn't going to wake Stiles up humping his leg cause the scent soaked in while he was sleeping.
"You're welcome," he murmured, eyes drifting closed at the almost kiss. "Yeah. Yeah. Can't promise it'll be much--" his balls already felt a little sore from their earlier activities, but this was his mate. Even if he could resist Stiles, Derek wasn't sure he wanted to. "But I can't sleep with it in. Might have to wake you up anyways with the bed smelling like us--" he pointed out, and tipped his chin up to kiss Stiles, his lips lingering, even as his free hand came up to gently press on his claiming mark. "Want to give this to me first?" Before or after, it didn't matter to Derek as long as he had it.