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Derek ([info]surlier) wrote,
He grinned at the growl, knowing why his mate chose that particular noise, and kissed the corner of his mouth. "I heard my sisters talking to girls their age. They healed, but they had human friends." The only other virgin he'd dated had been Paige, and they'd never had sex. She had died before they could -- and Derek laid his cheek against his mate's. It had been awful then, and he didn't want to think about it now. "You're the only virgin I've had sex with."

He nipped at his earlobe. "Its okay to take a day or two if you're sore. We have ten more days to practice getting you ready for your heat. But if my knot is what you want, I'll be happy to give it to you whenever you want." And they had plans for tomorrow while the pack was here.

"Though if you do come out sore, I'll just have to make sure you take a day off from school. You can stay here and rest. Recuperate." His grin promised that it would be while Stiles was naked, and definitely not alone.

"Good to know." That eyebrow stayed perked up, because he'd remembered something else Stiles said a few times. "And never let you go?" They needed to talk about that, but Stiles was so distracting --

Derek backed up a little bit, hand going to Stiles hip -- they were going to wreck this fucking couch and he couldn't be bothered to care -- as he rolled Stiles over under him. "Stiles--" he could smell his arousal now and laid down atop him, hardening cock flush between his cheeks. He nosed at his ear, nipped the delicate edge as he spread his body out over his mate's. "Only when I'm in rut?" His hips edged forward, cock rubbing over his rim but not inside. Not yet. His mate was sore but God, if Stiles kept saying things like this -- "I take it back. I think you definitely have a kink and lucky for both of us, I know how to fulfill it."


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