What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
When Isaac was dismissed, Stiles knew Derek was actually serious. And, oh God, he was so, so on board with that. The thought of it had been thrilling, but now it was actually going to happen and Stiles was dizzy with want. He wrapped his arms around Derek’s shoulders as their kiss deepened, knowing Erica was watching them. Boyd was probably listening, he hadn’t reacted, but Isaac was making little purring noises. Perhaps he wasn’t fully aware of what they were doing. He'd probably want to watch, too.
No, now Stiles needed to touch.
He moved one of his hands from Derek's shoulder, sliding it down his strong chest and then up beneath his shirt, dragging it up so that Erica could see his fingers moving over Derek's abs. His other hand ran through Derek's hair, messing it up, tugging, pulling gently to move him where he wanted him, to deepen their kiss as best he could.
Stiles' breath came out in little, shuddering gasps whenever be broke their kiss to breathe, pushing Derek's shirt up more persistently until he reached one of his nipples, teasing with his fingertips until it hardened.
"You want me to ride you?" he whispered, though it would be loud enough for the betas to hear. "You want me to ride you until your knot stops me? Until I can't move anymore? Or do you want to mount me, Alpha?" Stiles smirked, nipping at Derek's lower lip and hearing a little whimper from one of the betas. "Yeah? I think you're gonna do that. Show them how much you want me-" he purred."How much you wanna put your child in me."
He heard another whimper, but he didn't look over to see who it came from. His eyes were dark and trained completely on Derek, as close as they were. Stiles rocked himself closer, gently. "I can feel how much you want to," he breathed, pressing against Derek's hardening cock. "But you should show them. Show them what a good mate I am for you."