Derek (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surlier) wrote, |
"I am yours." He tilted his head back slightly, eyes closing as Stiles' nose rubbed against his jaw.
"And yes. You think one bite and one knot and I'm done marking you?" He grinned, tongue tracing one curl over his ribs. "Mmm, virgins are usually a little sore after. It'll probably be gone by tomorrow." IF not, Derek would feel bad, and he'd have to drag the old claw foot tub out of the old house and run a nice bath for his mate.
Fuck, he might do that anyway. "All right. If you ever do, all you have to do is ask," he said, without giving away how many there were, or even if there were any. There were -- but they'd been close acquaintances in college, and he'd been chosen because they knew he wasn't an asshole. It hadn't been love.
"i wouldn't hurt you," he said quietly, sure of that. "If you were pregnant. I can't promise that I won't roll on top of you and try to hide you if anyone comes over, or bite at anyone that gets too close." But Stiles? No. He had no doubt of Stiles' fidelity, as Stiles didn't have to doubt his.
An eyebrow did perk up though as he flushed, all the way down his neck to the top of his chest. Whatever it was, it was something Stiles was embarrassed about. Nervous maybe.
His mouth dropped open slightly, the edges of his vision going red as he finally said it. "Jesus, fuck," and he went with the guidance of those hands, his body surging on top of his mate's, hips fitting between his thighs as Derek kissed him. "You want me to--" he panted out between kisses, his cock giving a valiant twitch as chocolate cake and icing smeared between them. "As a wolf?"
It was definitely a kink, but since it seemed centered around him, Derek could deal with it. Definitely. Orgasmically.