What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
“I knew you would- I knew you’d like that idea,” Stiles murmured. “You’ve waited all this time to find yourself an omega who also wants to fuck you, who’ll find a way to give you their knot-“ he let out another little groan as Derek rolled his hips, feeling the knot throb inside him. His laughter died to another moan when he felt Derek come again. God, Stiles really didn’t know if his contraception was going to work, Derek was just filling him over and over-
“I like that you like how I smell,” Stiles breathed out, because he really was fond of how much Derek snuffled at him and breathed him in. And to him, Derek smelt more and more like home, like safety. “Makes me feel good. Like I’m good for you,” he whispered. “And of course I’m going to call you that. You like it when I talk dirty to you don’t you?”
His hand found Derek’s on his hip and lead it down to his belly. He should feel bad at the thrill of the tiny prospect of them knotting twice in a day to be too much for their pills, but they’d tried at least. No one could deny that.
“Is there anything else we need to do this weekend? You need help house hunting or anything? I can help. I’m very helpful-“ Derek’s knot was still throbbing inside him, but already Stiles was sure it was going down. If they could hold out til tomorrow evening Stiles was sure they’d be able to stay tied together longer. “Need to work everything out so I can help before I get pregnant- cow I know at least one alpha who won’t let me lift a damn finger once I am,” he grinned , turning his head to as best he could to kiss Derek’s jaw.