What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
He himself groaned when Derek arched up, letting out a longer, lower purr when Derek’s fingers slid into his hair. He would have smirked but he was quite busy. Stiles was already looking up, watching Derek’s face flicker into wakefulness, watching the pleasure light it up. So their eyes met, and Stiles’ own cock gave a happy throb between his legs.
Derek’s voice was rough and made him tremble, and he began to move up and down slowly. Stiles closed his eyes as Derek’s finger traced his cheek, letting out another moan when his mate touched the corner of his lips, because fuck, he loved it when Derek looked at the places he was stretching him open. When he touched between Stiles’ legs as he fucked him, or this-
And God, how he loved the way Derek thrust. Stiles repositioned himself, nudging Derek’s legs open and leaning over, relaxing his throat so that Derek could push up into him. But just to encourage, Stiles began to move up and down again, twisting his lips as he went, enjoying the filthy, wet noise he was making as he went.
He hadn’t spoken yet, hadn’t said anything to Derek, and he kind of likes that. That aside from his moans he was just silently giving his mate pleasure. Okay, so that was another kink. Letting Derek use him. Like a thing.
Stiles moaned again, sliding up, dragging his tongue around Derek’s head, tasting his precome.
Reaching for Derek’s hand, he guided it back to his head, holding it against the base of his skull as he once again began to move his mouth up and down, knowing Derek would get the hint.
His cock throbbed painfully, his thighs damp with his slick. Stiles was in heaven.