“I like that you don’t stick to those gender roles-“ Stiles started. “I like that it you like having me inside you- I like that you want me inside you. And you say such lovely things. Such pretty words,” he murmured. He liked that Derek would, in a way, submit to him - at least there was that until Derek started talking again, started calling him a good boy as though Stiles had done as he’d been told and had been obedient- and shit, that was just as hot as thinking he was in control.
Stiles uttered a soft cry as Derek penetrated him, as his thick head pushed inside- the slowness was incredible, the way he could feel every millimetre of his length as it slid in. Pleasure blossomed in his belly and moved in a flush up his body.
He still didn’t want to tell him about the feeling he had, the desperation to be carrying a baby. Because he didn’t feel empty right now, the ache was dated by Derek being inside him.
“You make me so wet-“ Stiles panted, even though that was obvious. It was incredibly obvious. “I’ll always be ready for you, always want you inside me.” It felt so good, every little movement, and Stiles enjoyed how slow they were going. His own cock was rubbing against the sofa whenever they moved, sending more little spikes of pleasure coursing through him. “Can’t wait to be full of your baby, Derek- can’t wait for you to be able to knot me up until I’m pregnant.”
He gripped the sofa and arched his back again. Ideally he'd like to be able to present to Derek properly, lift his body up off of the sofa, let Derek see everything he was welcome to have; but this was so very good, too. Maybe when they decided Derek was going to take him fully shifted, then Stiles would.
"This feels so good-" Stiles whispered. "Slow- I can feel all of you. I want to be able to feel your knot growing, I want to feel you have to push it into me." He bit his lip. He was revealing an awful lot about himself- then again they were mates. If he wasn't going to tell Derek then he wouldn't tell anyone.