Derek (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surlier) wrote, |
Maybe it was the knowledge that this was his mate, claimed and knotted -- and currently presenting. For a second hisvision went misty, control lost as he wanted to wag his damn tail, pleased about the mate he'd managed to get. A growl rose in his throat as he found back the full shift that wanted to happen. Did his mate even know how hot he was? How fucking sexy Derek found him?
No matter what they'd discussed last night, the shift needed not to be mid-coitus when they were both so needy for one another -- and Derek fought it back, his face pressed into the curve of Stiles' bottom. And once he was sure it wouldn't go any further, he lapped quick over his entrance. "Mine," was all he could growl back as he rose up behind him, licking all the way up his spine until he could set his teeth against the muscle between neck and shoulder. Not biting, not breaking the skin, just there as he covered his mates body with his own.
"My good boy, offering," he said aginast Stiles' skin, the head of his cock nudging against his entrance. His mate was so slick, so ready, and Derek's hands wrapped around his wrists, holding him tight as he shifted his hips and began the sweet, slow slide inside. It felt so fucking good, a low growl rumbled in his chest and his thighs shuddered as he kept himself from just shoving in.