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What the hell is a Stiles? (_stiles) wrote,

Now that he thought about it, Stiles hadn’t really lavished as much attention on Derek’s abs as he had dreamt of up to this point. And the way Derek tensed at the touch was definitely something he was going to look into later. The same was true of Derek’s nipples. How hadn’t he spent half their time together lavishing attention on them? He’d do something about that.

And oh how he enjoyed it when his mate was reduced to growls. He moaned happily at the hands sliding into the back of his jeans, the rough grope at his ass. He trembled, letting out a soft moan as Derek’s fingers ran through his slick. Stiles head bowed back, exposing his throat to Derek as the other man groped and moved him, touched him, made him deliriously needy.

“Yes, Yes,” Stiles whimpered, their roles immediately reversed. He would tease Derek to a point, but ultimately he would submit, he’d do or be anything Derek wanted. The teasing at his entrance was making him tremble and moan softly, reaching down to pull open the fastening of his pants to give Derek more access and to free his aching cock. The relief of that, coupled with the finger pressing inside him ripped a much louder moan from Stiles. His attention was nowhere near the betas now, even if he could hear little noises coming from their space on the floor.

He braces his hands on Derek’s shoulders, one under his shirt, the other over, inching himself down onto Derek’s finger, sliding up and down with as much of a teasing grin as he could manage. “You know I can take more than that,” he purred against Derek’s lips, not caring if anyone else heard or not. He lowered his eyes, looking st the bulge of Derek’s cock in his jeans, feeling a tremble Of desire roll through him, feeling more slick escape even around Derek’s finger.

“Feel that? How wet you make me?”