What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
Stiles gasped, then let out a little whimper at the feeling of emptiness, aside from Derek’s head, which kept him open, ready for any moment Derek wanted to take him. He could feel how flushed his skin was, how warm he was all over, how some slick was escaping around Derek, running down his mate’s cock.
He couldn’t control the volume of his moans, even if he’d wanted to. He’d given Derek control of their movement, and the shallow, slow thrusts were exactly what he wanted. He felt full, he could feel every drag of Derek inside him.
“You’re so big,” he purred. “You make me feel so full.” Stiles liked praising Derek, mostly because every damn word was true, and because it would please his mate. And the betas would hear, they’d know their alpha was as impressive as he looked like he’d be, with his omega moaning and whimpering on his cock.
His fingers slid into Derek’s hair, pulling him in for a kiss, running his tongue along Derek’s still-human teeth. Stiles would have to do something about that, but he’d concentrate on kissing for now, and the slow movement of their bodies. Stiles could feel the little pulse where Derek’s knot would start soon, rubbing against his rim whenever he was fully seated.