Derek (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surlier) wrote, |
"Not as good as you would," he growled back. It was true, it felt good, but nothing would ever feel as good as being inside his mate. Whether it was his mouth or his sweet, sweet ass that he could stay knotted up in -- nothing would ever that good. His grip tightened at his mate's words, and he pulled back enough to give one languorous lick, gathering up his slick and letting it linger on his tongue.
"I love how you taste." His eyes closed for a second, as he nuzzled between his legs, the tip of his nose brushing lightly against his skin as Derek breathed his scent in. "And I love how you smell." And fuck, it really was like Stiles was made out of his fantasies, he smelled so good.
He couldn't help but shove his tongue back in, just to feel those muscles fluttering around him. It wouldn't take much longer and then he would, then he'd do all the filthy things Stiles was saying, and he let out a little growl as he released his cock and rolled back onto his belly. That Stiles wanted them -- yeah, he loved that too.
His hips lifted up, keeping his cock away from the temptation of the bed, cause he didn't want to come all over the sheets, he wanted -- yeah he wanted Stiles under him, presenting as he mounted him and knotted him until their contraception failed. Taking hold of Stiles' hips, he let out a little whimper, and pulled his mate onto his tongue. "Baby, please, want to," he whined, muffled, teeth moving against his cheeks as he spoke.