"Oh my god," Stiles chokes out, hand sliding down to squeeze the base of his dick until it hurts to keep himself from coming right then and there at the request Derek gives him. "You can't just say things like that," he groans, but he's lifting himself up and crawling up the man's body, knees on either side of Derek's head, one hand grasping against the wall the bed's shoved against and one still gripping his dick.
"Want it too, wanna feel your mouth on my dick, your tongue licking it, wanna come in your mouth," Stiles moans, cheeks heating up with the words, but he can't help it. He wants whatever Derek will give him, whatever Derek wants he wants too. "Please, please, Derek," the teen whimpers, and then warns, "Probably won't last long, so turned on from sucking you off."
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Date: 2013-09-01 04:00 am (UTC)"Want it too, wanna feel your mouth on my dick, your tongue licking it, wanna come in your mouth," Stiles moans, cheeks heating up with the words, but he can't help it. He wants whatever Derek will give him, whatever Derek wants he wants too. "Please, please, Derek," the teen whimpers, and then warns, "Probably won't last long, so turned on from sucking you off."