What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
“Hm, wake me up with a blowjob?” Stiles asked with a purr, grinning. “That’s a very generous offer, but I’m pretty sure it’s very much for your own pleasure, Hm?” He was pretty sure if he asked Derek for one at any point in the day Derek would enthusiastically comply.
He also understood what a big deal it was for Derek to offer his neck in the way he was, what it meant.
The reaction he got from Derek was perfect. Brilliant. Stiles breathed out through his nose, fingers back in Derek’s hair, petting gently even as his mate writhed beneath him. And God he loved the writhing. He felt Derek’s orgasm, the tension in his body and the noises, the moans and the cursing-
Stiles copied Derek, licking gently at the wound even though it was already beginning to heal. He wanted his mate to know he was there to take care of him, even if he had super healing skills. Stiles would take care of him.
As carefully and subtly as he could, Stiles changed position so that he could push Derek’s legs apart, settling between them instead. His fingers reached down and brushed over the plug inside Derek. He caught between his fingers as well as he could, sliding it out gently as he began to kiss his way down Derek’s torso, nipping and licking as he went. He ran his tongue lavishly through the mess on Derek’s belly before brushing his lips down his cock and finally coming to rest between Derek’s legs. He was still open from the plug, not quite settled back to his normal tightness, so it was easy enough for Stiles to push his tongue right in, tasting the comeDerek had hadplugged inside him allthis time. Stiles moaned happily, pressing as close and deep as he could, curling his tongue, eating Derek out.