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Derek (surlier) wrote,

There was no way he could pull out if he'd wanted to, and he didn't want to, yet Stiles wrapped his legs around him like he might slide free of his trembling body and miss a second of his aftershocks. Hell no. His hands slid around his back, knees drawing up so Stiles was cradled more between his thighs than Derek laying flat and long on top of him.

And he kept moving, mouthing over Stiles' bared collarbone, over his throat, sucking and lapping at his mark while he kept trying to prolong his mate's orgasm.

"Good boy," he whispered into his skin. Distantly, he was aware of his pack, of their slowing heart beats and pleasured noises, but he didn't focus on it, couldn't, as he nuzzled his mate through his trembles. "My good boy."

They were both working so hard to get Stiles pregnant and one day those pills weren't going to be enough. It might be today. He hummed pleasantly at the thought and kissed the mark again as Stiles urged his mouth there.

"Love you," he whispered back. His knot was shrinking, but he wasn't ready to pull out yet, to leave the warmth and comfort of his mate's body. Even though it wasn't the best position to knot in, he loved hose close they were, how he could shift a little bit and kiss Stiles, tongue sweeping lazily through his mouth. Or watch his face, or feel how they were flush from shoulder to thigh.

His betas got up and moving before they did, and someone picked up a blanket to cover them with. Isaac by the smell, by the brushing touch of fingertips down his spine.

Derek was finally ready to pull free once they were all settled again, Erica cuddled into Boyd's side and Isaac by the couch, watching them still. He muffled his little moan as he slid free into Stiles' shoulder, and gingerly rolled them over until they were spooning with him as the big spoon.