What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
"Really?" That seemed- a little odd? No. It was nice. "I hope it was a good experience for you. I mean, it's the only virginity you're getting," Stiles chided playfully, squeaking when Derek nibbled at his earlobe.
"I do like your knot. I'm a bit of a slut for your knot. I wish it would fit in my mouth," he whispered. Stiles knew they weren't really meant to be doing anything sexy right now, they were both still recovering, but it was difficult to keep his hands (and thoughts) to himself when Derek was concerned.
His brow furrowed just slightly when Derek echoed the words he'd said to him several times before. Not that he thought Derek was mocking him, but there was something in his tone, like he didn't get it. Stiles never wanted Derek to let him go. He wanted to be his always.
"Never let me go," he said firmly.
Stiles squeaked again as he was rolled over, humming happily when Derek settled again, feeling the pulse of his cock as it hardened against his bottom. He sucked in a breath when Derek spoke directly into his ear, then gasped out when his head caught against Stiles' sensitive rim. "No- no, any- any time you want," he panted. "You can have me any way, any time you want."
He turned his head, his dark eyes gazing up at his mate, pinning him down just the way he'd fantasised. "Can't blame me, can you? Look at you? If I'm lucky I'm going to give you a pregnancy kink- or at least getting you begging me a little bit to let you taste me when I am. Ease my aches-" he teased, referring them back to their conversation earlier. "There's a full moon after my heat, too. If you can control yourself whilst I'm begging you to fuck me, maybe you won't be able to then. But whenever-" Stiles lifted his bottom a little, rubbing against Derek's cock and hissing softly at the spark of pleasure and the dull throb that accompanied it.
"But any time. Any time you want me like that- God, I want it, Der."