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Derek (surlier) wrote,

"Am proud," he growled out. He'd gotten himself such a good mate, so willing, and hot, and eager, sharp witted and smart, and he gave into the desire to nuzzle his whole face into the back of his shoulder, all teeth and scruff for his mate.

Neither one of them had taken their pills. And maybe it'd be okay to wait and maybe it wouldn't, and maybe this was irresponsible, but Stiles wasn't telling him to pull out and Derek -- Derek wasn't going to until hie did. A good alpha gave his omega what he wanted, and they both wanted this.

He could hear it in that little sob, smell it in the way pre-come dripped from Stiles and onto the sheets that were already laden with their scent. What Derek couldn't smell was guilt and a licked a stripe up the side of his neck. It didn't lurk in his taste either, and he growled happily, pleased.

"Know that's what you want," he ground out, a shiver raking down his spine at Stiles calling him Alpha, his knot thickening a little faster.

"God, can feel you taking it, squeezing it, fuck, Stiles, couldn't stop now--" and gasped when he felt those muscles clenching around him, around his growing knot. It felt so fucking good, Stiles was tight anyway, so tight and good and now it felt like his muscles were trying to get more out of him, get everything --

Derek could feel the pleasure climbing up from his toes, hips still bucking forward, little by little, rubbing his growing knot against Stiles' prostate and nearly howling as the pleasure latched in his belly and his knot popped as big as it'd get, body curling over Stiles' as he came with a roar. His arm stayed tight around his hips, keeping him right there, so perfectly presented for him to grind his cock in and keep pumping him full. "Good boy, good boy," he whispered as soon as he could catch his breath again.