What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
The worry about Deaton and their day could wait. It could just wait. He'd worry about it in the morning when they could call their doctor and find out what he wanted to do. Yeah, there was no point in worrying now. He didn't want to ruin the time they had together.
But he did like the way just talking about this made Derek's eyes glow. He liked how the mere thought of Stiles being with child brought out that side of his mate. The protective touches and the little rumbles-
He slept deeply, not moving away from Derek's arms, letting his mate's breath brush his hair as they lay entwined.
Stiles woke before Derek. He was hard, but so was the other man, the firm length of his dick pressed up against Stiles' thigh. And, Stiles remembered, Derek had made mention of waking him up with a blowjob at least once. Well, that wasn't going to happen today, but Stiles could turn the tables.
He had to be quiet, because Derek had super hearing and was always sensitive to where Stiles was, but he still managed to wriggle down Derek's body, smirking as his mate shifted slightly, making everything just a little easier for Stiles.
Draping himself over Derek's thighs, Stiles nuzzled at the base of his cock, dragging his tongue down to lick at his balls before he kissed his way up Derek's shaft. It twitched against his lips and Stiles moaned happily, mouthing his way up to the crown, fluttering little kitten licks there before his lips parted and he slowly took his lover into his mouth, sinking down, trying to take in as much as he could, wanting to have Derek moaning before he fully woke.