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Derek (surlier) wrote,

"You're supposed to let me take care of you," he slurred against Stiles' shoulder. Whether that meant that he was on top or Stiles was -- using his own slick to slide into Derek -- it meant they obviously needed more sex. He moaned, hips shuffling forward as his knot continued to throb inside his mate.

"Yeah, I want that one. Mmm hmm, going to make you wait while I come around your cock again and again," he preened a little through the next spike in pleasure.

And before Stiles could lower them down to the surface of the couch, he pulled his hand out from underneath him and licked the stripes of come off his knuckles with a contented growl that quickly turned into a tight, tense moan as the laughing made Stiles tighten up, and he shuddered through coming a little more inside his mate.

"Fuck," and then he was laughing too, cause it felt good, everything from his knot being buried inside Stiles to the warmth of the man in his arms. Everything.

Though they weren't supposed to do this, apparently once wasn't enough for them, and he was fine with that. Really fine. Great. He nuzzled his whole face into the nape of Stiles' neck and breathed in noisily. One hand curved around his hip, holding him in place as Derek gently began to shuffle them into their sides.

It'd be more comfortable, and keep them just as close -- both things that were in high demand. "I'd love for you to be my first and only knot," he mumbled against his skin. "And I'd love for you to call me your needy omega while I'm fucking myself onto your cock."