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Derek (surlier) wrote,

Few people could command him, but he went easily with Stiles' hands, moving where his mate wanted him to be. Those fingers on his abs though, he'd always been sensitive there, aware in a way that humans didn't seem to be of how vulnerable a spot it was. It was no exception now, his muscles tensing, a shudder running down his spine as he let out a little, punched out gasp.

Anyone else he would have hit, or clawed. Stiles? He wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer, moaning against his mouth as his nipple was teased by clever fingers. Did Stiles even know what he did to him? Probably not.

His grip eased as their kisses continued to be traded, both hands finally stroking down his back and under the waistband of his jeans to settle on his ass. "Yes," was all Derek could respond with. Getting ridden by or mounting Stiles? It all ended the same, with his knot buried deep in his mate, and both of them working as hard as they could to get Stiles pregnant.

Growling a little against his mouth, he kneaded the firm flesh in his palms, fingers stretching out until his index fingers encountered slickness. He sat up suddenly, chest to chest with Stiles and pushed his hands closer together, not stopping until they were both flush with his entrance.

"I can feel how much you want me to," he said with a low growl, a quiet moan breaking free when his mate pressed up against him, teasing him. With every inhale he was getting harder, and thinking less about their pack and more about them. "Show off what a good provider you are for us. How you're going to help us get bigger and stronger," he murmured as he nipped and sucked on Stiles' lips, fingertips making lazy swirls around the wrinkled flesh.

Someone in the room was breathing heavier, and it wasn't either one of them. He grinned, and slipped inside up to the first knuckle.