What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
Coupled with that promise, Stiles was sure he wasn't going to be able to keep his end of the bargain. Derek knew how to eat him out like Stiles had given him a manual for it. His tongue was better than anything Stiles could ever have dreamt up. And the enthusiasm with which Derek went about licking up his slick- fuck, just the thought made more leak from him, running slowly down the back of his thigh.
Stiles groaned shamelessly as Derek's grip tightened, closing his eyes and focusing on taking as much as he could, letting Derek fuck his mouth and use him to reach his orgasm. Stiles was ready, and God he wanted it.
He moaned again, encouragement, opening his eyes once more so that he could see the moment Derek tipped over the edge, so that he could see the pleasure rush through him. Stiles tightened the ring of his lips, sucking, coaxing Derek's orgasm from him.
The first spurt of come over his tongue nearly made Stiles swoon. He tried to swallow, did his best to take everything Derek gave him, but it was impossible. He felt some dribble from his mouth and down his chin, but he kept going, wanting to draw out his mate's pleasure for as long as possible, wanting to taste as much of him as he could.
His own cock twitched, precome running down his shaft. God, he was helpless to whatever Derek wanted. Stiles fingers gripped Derek's hard thighs, still moving his head up and down the other man's come slicked shaft, still moaning at the taste and the deep satisfaction he got from making Derek feel so good.