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Derek (surlier) wrote,

"Pretty sure it's about our mutual pleasure," He panted our, as soon as he could think again. Of all the people in the world that he could, and should enjoy, his mate was at the top of the list. Some alphas wanted more than one omega under them, thought their knot entitled them to any and every free omega that caught their attention. Derek only wanted Stiles.

Breathing hard and nearly whining through Stiles lapping at his skin, his fingers traced up his spine and settled in his hair, much like Stiles had done for him. Already he could feel the flare of pleasure fading and knew the bite was healing up.

When Stiles was in heat, his own mark settled on his skin and Derek was buried deep in him -- he'd bite again, and it'd scar. He'd have his own mark to match the one he'd given his mate.

And as subtle as his mate was trying to be, he wasn't. It didn't stop Derek's legs from falling apart and practically inviting Stiles between them. His hips bucked off the bed at the first touch to the plug still inside him and moaned loudly as it was eased out of him and he finally felt like he could breathe again with ease. "Fuck," he rasped, shifting on the bed as Stiles cleaned up the mess left on his belly.

And as goo as it felt to have his tongue moving over his skin, it was nothing compared to that tongue pushing inside his still open body, his spine arching up and fingers clenching in Stiles hair. "Fuck, baby. Feels so good. Love your tongue, love having it in me, fucking me--" which only gave him an idea. Settling his feet on the bed, he rocked back slightly, fucking himself onto Stiles' tongue and nearly howling. "Stiles, fuck, baby, not going to last long with your tongue in me." Even with all the orgasms he'd already had, it still felt incredible.