Derek (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surlier) wrote, |
He kept his eyes open for as long as he could, watching and when Stiles finally looked up at him, lips stretched around his cock, pretty brown eyes encouraging him -- his own finally slammed shut and he lifted off the bed with a roar as he came over his tongue.
And every time Stiles tried to swallow, he could feel it, his mouth working feverishly to keep his come inside -- Derek keened, teeth bared as his hips jolted and he buried himself anew into his mate's mouth.
Unable to stop himself, he chased the pleasure of Stiles' lips and tongue right up to the point where it was too much, where every little touch bordered on painful before finally easing free, his grip firm on his hair, because knowing his mate, he'd chase his cock.
Derek would do the same thing if their positions were reversed.
Breathing hard, the muscles in his stomach drawing in tight as he gulped in air, he pulled his mate up, stopping to briefly kiss his come-messy mouth before Derek flipped them over.
He could tease -- he could do so many things to delay Stiles' orgasm -- but he knew his mate didn't like to wait and Derek wasn't in the mood to see if he could change his mind. No, he simply flashed Stiles a smirk as he slid down the bed, and promptly sucked his cock down until his nose was buried in the curls at the base. His baby needed, and Derek moaned around him, the taste of his precome thick on his tongue, one arm winding around his hips as he edged his cock into the back of his throat and promptly swallowed around him.