What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
“Nngh,” Stiles groaned when Derek rubbed against him, rubbed the whole hardening length of his cock against his sensitive rim. “Yeah. I remember. I’m glad- I’m so glad it was you. I’m glad you took them all. I’d give them all to you again. And again. Fuck- you get me so wet so easily- can you feel it, Derek?” He knew his mate could feel the wetness that was increasing as Derek rubbed against him.
The nuzzle to his ear was comforting. Stiles clicked happily in response, especially when Derek spoke to reassure him. “I’ll never ask,” he breathed. “I’ll never ask to leave. I’ll never want to leave. I’ve waited my whole life for you, I intend to spend the rest of it with you.”
He grinned, wriggling up against Derek. “But I’ll beg so nicely for you,” Stiles replied. “But I like the way you bed, I like how you go from big, strong alpha to being desperate for my cock inside you.” God, it had been so good. So good. And they could do that again and again.
Stiles cried out when Derek’s fingers wrapped around his cock. He was harder and keener than he thought he’d been- all of his attention had been focussed on his wetness and where Derek was rubbing himself. “Oh- Yeah, Yeah, I remember- remember how much you liked it.”
His fingers gripped the sofa, groaning softly. “You could- you should-“ he rambled, because he loved the thought of Derek pushing slowly into them, the two of them moving at a gentle pace, Slow fucking on the sofa. “Do you think if you did it again now- you think our contraception could cope with us knotting an hour apart?” He grinned. “Yeah, yeah I want you to fuck me again. I want you to take me like this, like we’re-“ Stiles paused. “Like we’re mating. Like I’m a wolf too-“
Stiles’ groaned, echoing Derek’s moan. “Yeah, you’re right, I want- I really want to remember it. I want you to fuck me like that so I never forget it.” A tremble ran through him when Derek mentioned getting pregnant, mentioned their pup-
“Fuck, Derek, you can try as much as you want. Knot me every day, see if we can conceive-“ he whimpered, because he really was very fertile. If Derek kept fucking him and knotting him every day there was a chance. He could just stop taking his pill but- but that was dishonest and they were planning for when it would be best for their baby. But if it was a genuine accident-
Stiles lifted his hips again, moaning loudly when Derek’s head caught on his rim again and his cock slid through his slick.
“Oh God, I want it-“ he almost sobbed. “I want to be pregnant, Der. I want your pup growing in me. I want to feel it. I feel-“ an emptiness- he cut himself off from saying that. “Fuck me? Please? Now. Slowly- slowly- take our time- please?” They could go rough and fast and needy other times but now, right now he wanted the drag of his mate filling him and pulling back, wanted to feel each time Derek had to push his knot past his rim-