What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
He made a sobbing sound at the intensity of the pleasure, the whole experience was almost too intense.
Stiles opened his eyes, watching as Derek moved around, purring at the sight of his mate hard and leaking again. His body was still sensitive, but Derek’s tongue was still working on him, and again Stiles was trembling.
“That feel good?” He asked, watching Derek stroke himself. “You look so hard again. Cos you like how- how I taste?” Derek’s tongue was going to easily work him to another orgasm. “Or how I smell, huh? Your mate, ready for you- can you tell- can you tell how fertile I am from my taste? Can you tell how ready I am to have your child inside me?”
His cock twitched again, his muscles fluttering around Derek’s tongue.
“You gonna jerk off until you come all over me?” He rasped, pulling Derek’s hair again, rolling his hips and pushing down once more. “Or you want to finish inside me? Turn me over and mount me? I know you want to, my wolf. You wanna mount me and knot me again-“