Derek (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surlier) wrote, |
His growl ratcheted up at the mention of other people, his throat vibrating with, but it turned to almost a coo by the time he was done. Other people could smell him, others could even look, but no one was allowed to touch him the way Derek did. No one else could have him like this, body bared and slick, the taste and scent of him flooding into his senses.
He groaned his affirmative. He loved it, loved the way he tasted, loved that this was all for him -- and growled again as he urged Stiles hips up, off the bed, eyes flaring a bright red as he watched his mate. Felt the grip on his hair get tighter, that little tremblemof his thighs, and then he was coming and Derek was doing his best to catch it all,
There was no way he could, Stiles was too wet, slick coating his mouth and cheeks as he fucked his tongue into his mate. As his mate started to push back, a happy little whine vibrating out of him as he lowered him back down and held still so Stiles could work himself into a second orgasm.
His taste was back and stronger, coupled with the scent is his come across his belly and Derek could keep his hips from humping down into the mattress, his own erection no longer quite so sensitive as it had been earlier. It felt good, and what would feel better -- he twisted his hips around, enough that Stiles could see as a hand closed around his length. Careful of his claws, he stroked slow and firm, tongue pushing deep into Stiles. .