What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
“It’s all for you,” Stiles rasped out. “Only for you-“ he broke off in a whine as Derek began to lap at his thighs as though he were really starved for Stiles. His fingers slid through Derek’s hair again, petting him. “Want you to turn me on around other people, and them to smell me, want to know no one else can have me. All of this is for you.”
He was pretty confident that he could get off just from listening to Derek growl, just listening to that wolfy side of him, knowing that it was him that was turning Derek on so much.
“Nngh, Yeah, does that taste good? You like that?” Stiles groaned, holdingDerek’s head firmer so that he could roll his hips and push himself down onto his mate’s tongue. He wanted to grind down onto Derek’s face, wanted to pull back and see him covered in his slick. Derek seemed to be one step ahead of those thoughts, though, as he had grabbed Stiles hips to pull him closer.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck, Oh God, Derek!” Derek’s claws were pricking at his skin, and that would have been enough, but then Stiles felt the teeth against his bottom, the sharp press of them against his skin. “Of fuck, fuck,” he sobbed, pleasure crashing through him, come splashing across his chest. Both hands curled into Derek’s hair and Stiles finally gave in and rolled his hips down, fucking himself onto Derek’s tongue and chasing more of that feeling. And Derek was growling, gripping him close, almost completely in beta form because of Stiles.
“Yeah, Yeah, take me, fuck. All yours, it’s all yours. You like the taste? You want more?” He trembled, arching, riding against his mates mouth. “Right there, right there-“ Stiles’ cock was still dribbling against his belly. “I’m coming, I’m coming, fuck, yes-“ he cried out, clenching around Derek’s tongue as he came hard again.