Derek (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surlier) wrote, |
And if that family started now? Derek knew it would be better to wait, but everything else said to do it now. To make Stiles pregnant during his heat, to fill him like he was now until he ended up -- he shuddered against his mate, hips bucking forward to keep him buried deep even as his knot throbbed and continued to deflate.
"You are good for me," Derek whispered back as his hand splayed wide over his belly. Possessive. Protective. "Can't wait to feel this swelling. To feel our baby kicking here. Feel it grow in you," he said just as quietly.
"And I love it when you talk dirty." His hips gave a little jolt forward. "Feel what happens when you talk dirty to me? Pretty sure you can," he teased a little. It shouldn't be a surprise that he enjoyed al the filthy things they said to one another. It wasn't something he was ever going to tire of.
Returning to his nuzzling spot at the nape of his neck, fingertips flexing against his belly, he simply breathed in again. Stiles smelled like -- like his. They smelled of sex, of semen and slick and arousal, but now his ssweet cookie smell was wrapped up in happy and laced with the fall scent his mate loved so much. Once he had his bite, his own scent would be laced with Stiles, and he pressed a little more flush against his back with that thought. "You are very helpful, but I just want to spend time with you. And the pack. Our pack," he murmured. "And of course I won't. No heavy lifting for you, so I'll make sure to do all the handling of your dick once you're pregnant, " he teased, grinning as he got his kiss.