What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
He whimpered happily at the claws along his sides, relishing the fact that as powerful as Derek was, as close as his wolf was to the surface he wouldn’t hurt Stiles. Claws and teeth. The teeth against his throat made him tremble and press closer, holding Derek’s teeth in place against the mark on his throat.
“Yes,” he breathed when he felt Derek coming again, felt the pulse of his cock and his knot inside him.
“Yours,” Stiles agreed, his own nails running gently down Derek’s strong back as he was held.
One more? Stiles drew in a breath and turned his head, watching Erica riding slowly up and down on Boyd’s cock, her breasts out. Again, months ago, Stiles would have loved this view, he would have never gotten over it. Even seeing Isaac laying there, slowly stroking his cock as he watched, as he looked directly at Stiles. He met Isaac’s gaze just as Derek’s tongue met his nipple.
Stiles gasped, then cried out, lifting up to meet the touch. Isaac groaned quietly, eyes fluttering closed for a second, his hand moving faster. And it was a turn on, it was arousing to know that he and Derek could do this to their pack. And he liked how Isaac was watching him. Derek was doing enough to turn him on, to make him feel sexy, but he liked the addition of Isaac’s attention.
“Derek,” Stiles breathed, dragging his nails gently up the back of Derek’s neck into his hair. “Think Of when our pups are here- think of how good I’ll taste,” He rasped, rolling his hips down, moving himself onto Derek’s knot. “Yes. Yeah, Derek, fill me up. Fill me up.”
He kept his hips moving, feeling his next orgasm building. That one more. The attention to his nipples, the pleasure it added was achingly good, and now he could hear Erica panting, he could hear Isaac moaning next to him, and Derek rumbling. “Close. I’m so close. I’m so- Derek. Fuck-“