What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
He felt guilty that Derek could tell that he wasn't being completely truthful. Or that Stiles was keeping something from him. Holding something back. He turned his head as much as he could to look at his mate, touching his lips to Derek's jaw.
"I love you."
Stiles moaned softly as Derek repositioned him. Not only was the new angle incredible, but it was like being mounted, the way he'd told Derek he wanted it. The moan transitioned into a louder groan of pleasure when Derek thrust forward.
"Yeah, you wanna get on your hands and knees for me? Let me mount you, too?" he whispered. "Present your ass to me? Fuck, you're so deep, Derek. I can feel you so deep inside me. You're so big. So big-" his mates knot hadn't formed yet. At least not that Stiles could feel. "Can feel you rub right against- 'gainst my prostate. Feels so good."
He purred at the press of Derek's nose and the beautiful words. "Mm, wouldn't take much, huh? Can feel it on my thighs, feel how much you're turning me on, how much my body wants you-" Stiles broke off to utter a little cry when Derek thrust into him again.
"Love that you keep calling me baby," he moaned. "Oh God, it's so good-"
They were still moving slowly, even if Derek's thrust were slightly rougher, and it was even better than Stiles could ever have imagined.
"Like it slow," he slurred out. "Like being able to feel you like this. Like the way it's building up-" Not like every time before when everything had been fast, explosive. The gradual build was making him tense and relax over and over, the pleasure growing slowly, almost teasing him to climax.
"Derek-" Stiles gasped when he felt the first slight bit of a stretch as Derek's knot began to swell. It was barely anything right now, but he could feel it around his sensitive rim, that very bare pressure. "Can feel it. Can feel you swelling up for me..."