What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
At least those thoughts distracted him from his annoyance with Scott and the fact he wasn’t pregnant. Scott was being a jerk and he would have to get over it. It was hardly going to be a choice between his best friend and his mate. Because he’d always be with Derek and Scott would have to get over himself.
“It’s just my muscles that hurt, and I’m guess I’m a bit sore where I’ve been stretched,” he replied with a shrug. “But I suppose the more sex we have the more I’ll get used to it.”
He remembered his last heat, short as it was. He didn’t think he’d ever forget the way it had made him feel. He was glad, so glad he had Derek this time. He wondered how he’d feel if he hadn’t found his mate- wondered if he would ask Derek to help him through it. It wasn’t unheard of for omegas to turn to their closest friend to help them, and it wasn’t as though many alphas would turn down an omega in heat. “Have you ever-“ Stiles started again, realising sooner than before that he didn’t want to know about Derek’s past sex life.
Stiles moved into Derek as the blanket moved around their shoulders, poking at a bit of cake as Derek spoke about his rut, swallowing and leaning over to eat the bit Derek was offering. The talk of Derek’s rut was fascinating. People online would brag about their ruts, there was nothing as realistic as what Derek was telling him.
“You know I’ll be there,” Stiles whispered. “Of course I will.” He was doing some quick maths in his head to work out if his heat would fall in with Derek’s rut. Chances were it would, that their hormones would ensure it even if it made them a little late or a little early. Heats came every four months, ruts once a year.
“Will it be as bad if I’m already pregnant?” He asked. Ruts were very much to do with conception, and if Stiles was with child maybe Derek wouldn’t be as bad. No, not bad. Maybe his heat wouldn’t affect him as much.
“I’ll be here. Don’t worry. I won’t go anywhere-“ Stiles said softly, littering Derek’s jaw with little kisses. He didn’t want to add that that- Derek being violently possessive - was also a turn on. He didn’t want Derek to think he was fetishising him, nor did he want to be one of those omegas that needed to be worshipped by an alpha. So he kept that quiet, thought it best to assure Derek he’d be there for anything. He trusted that them being mates meant that Derek wouldn’t hurt him, ever.
And kissing Derek’s jaw also meant that he held back from asking just how wolfy Derek would get in his rut. If he’d mate without Stiles full shift-
Yeah, Stiles might need some help.