What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
“I do- I want more,” he breathed out, his voice growing increasingly rougher and increasingly more needy. Especially when Derek’s cock twitched. Just for him.
Stiles needed no more asking to start stripping Derek, pulling his shirt up and tossing it somewhere, his attention focussing instead on Derek’s body. Solid muscle, well defined under his flawless skin. Stiles couldn’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t believe, still, that he got to touch and taste and do anything else he wanted to this body.
His reverie was broken by Derek’s finger sliding from him, then the slick trail running up his back. Stiles gasped, eyes wide and dark as he gazed at his mate, unblinking until his shirt was pulled up and off, disappearing just as Derek’s hand. He thought he could hear kissing, maybe hushed moans coming from the others, but as long as they were happy, he and Derek didn’t have to stop.
Stiles ducked his head and pressed his mouth to Derek’s neck, no more than kissing but basking in the scent that originated there, where it smelt most of Derek and home and sex.
He lingered a few moments, just kissing, stroking his fingers up and down Derek’s arms before pulling back because fuck, it was too much, he needed to be naked.
Stiles climbed from Derek’s lap with a lingering touch, standing in front of him as he pushed down his jeans and underwear, cock hard, the insides of his thighs slick. All for Derek. He cast a glimpse to the side and saw Isaac staring, his pupils blown wide, erection straining in his jeans. Isaac wouldn’t touch him, Stiles knew that. He wouldn’t even come close, but he was watching intently.
With Stiles naked it would be easy for Derek to do as he wished, in whatever position he wanted. Even the thought of Derek not bothering to undress properly, just taking his cock out and fucking him, made Stiles so desperate to be filled. And that was the look his mate was giving him. Possessive and almost dominating. Like Derek really would just throw him down and take him, because that was his right.
Stiles climbed back onto his lap, naked, legs spread over Derek’s thighs, open and so ready for him.