Derek (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surlier) wrote, |
It was his turn to moan at the mention of the cock ring. Stiles, forced to stay hard, orgasm held at bay while he fucked Derek into an orgasmic mess? Yes, please. "Fuck yes, want that--"
He'd want that one that could function like a knot too, like Stiles was the one knotting him up -- and he groaned, the base of his cock pulsing. He'd seen those rings at shops before, but he'd never had anyone that he'd want to wear it. Now he did.
"No, no," he gasped out, his thoughts following his mate's, and thinking about Stiles being the first one --
He groaned, back bowing as his eyes slammed shut and his forehead rested against his shoulder blade. His knot swelled more, but he could still move it in and out, only shower now as he fucked it in and out of Stiles' rim. "Fuck, baby--" but he asked, and Derek had to open his eyes to see it, to watch him stretching wide to take his cock.
The sound he made was punched out, and he couldn't -- he couldn't pull out, felt the muscles gripping him too tightly for him to do it without hurting both of them. "Fuck, I, Jesus, Stiles--"
He needed -- needed Stiles to come. Heat spread up through his thighs as he edged deeper, no longer trying to get out but trying to get in as far as he could go. "Baby, please," Derek whimpered as his fist tightened around his cock, thumb swiping over the head as he hurtled closer --
He rubbed his face against his shoulder, trying to slow down the building urge and couldn't, could not slow down the edge of pleasure and growled, mouth latching onto the side of his throat as his hips jerked forward and his entire body went tight with his orgasm.