What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
Stiles moaned himself when Derek grabbed himself, when he groped his own cock like he needed Stiles on him naked ten minutes ago.
"Mm, hey," Stiles panted, Derek's strong arms wrapped around him, drawing him to his body. He ran his fingers slowly through Derek's hair as his mate nuzzled him, letting out a mewl of pleasure when Derek's cock was finally free, finally pressing against him.
"I'm yours, take me," he breathed, head arching back again, letting out a long, low moan of pleasure as he was gradually stretched and filled by Derek's cock. He clutched at Derek, craddling his head against his collarbone where Derek had been nuzzling, almost dizzy by the time Derek bottomed out. His own cock was pressed between them, rubbing against the hard muscles of his mate's body whenever he moved, a small, wet trail of precome painted over his abs.
Stiles rolled his hips, moaning again even at the slight movement of Derek inside him. "Yeah. So deep. Love you inside me," he panted, one of his hands coming to rest against Derek's on his hip, moving slowly up and down. Derek would take the hint, not that he'd probably needed one. He could lift Stiles and bounce him on his cock, or hold him up and slam into him. Either way Stiles wanted more, and he wanted to feel Derek letting go just for him, feel more of his wolf come to the surface to claim what was his.
He cast his eyes to the floor, watching as Boyd's hands moved on both himself and Erica, Isaac's head on Erica's thigh. He was still watching his alpha and his mate, stroking himself slowly