He loves this. The sounds that Stiles makes, the cries and curses of Derek's name as he curls fingers in the werewolf's dark hair. He tries to murmur, breathe reassurance that it's okay that he doesn't have to try and fight it. He just wants him to come for him, wants to feel him in his throat. The teen manages to thrust his hips a few times into Derek's mouth, and then his release is shooting down his throat and there's a lewd moan that hums and vibrates against the teen's cock. He sucks at him, nurses him through his orgasm, fluid hot and thick.
He shifts a little, letting Stiles cock finally slip from his mouth with a filthy wet noise. He nuzzles into his damp cock, licking at the tip as he looks up at the teen. He reaches up, wrapping arms around Stiles' waist. He wants him to stay. This is softer than anything he's had in so, so long and he just wants more. He wants to keep him here with him. And god, he wants that again. Wants more, wants everything, and that's almost an uncomfortable realization, but with the pleasure and the fact that it's Stiles, it still almost feels safe.
"You taste good," he murmurs roughly into Stiles' cock as his greens look up at the boy. He's mouthing breathy kisses into slick flesh, keeping him close. He's glad he didn't leave, because he wants this. He'd spent six years wandering as an Omega, and while it would be different with Cora at his side, it would still have been lonely. He might not fit into their pack, but he at least fit into life here. And if he stayed, if he stayed, maybe he could make up for some of the wrong.
"Stay." It's not really a question, but there's an uncertainty as he looks up at Stiles.
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Date: 2013-09-02 08:33 pm (UTC)He shifts a little, letting Stiles cock finally slip from his mouth with a filthy wet noise. He nuzzles into his damp cock, licking at the tip as he looks up at the teen. He reaches up, wrapping arms around Stiles' waist. He wants him to stay. This is softer than anything he's had in so, so long and he just wants more. He wants to keep him here with him. And god, he wants that again. Wants more, wants everything, and that's almost an uncomfortable realization, but with the pleasure and the fact that it's Stiles, it still almost feels safe.
"You taste good," he murmurs roughly into Stiles' cock as his greens look up at the boy. He's mouthing breathy kisses into slick flesh, keeping him close. He's glad he didn't leave, because he wants this. He'd spent six years wandering as an Omega, and while it would be different with Cora at his side, it would still have been lonely. He might not fit into their pack, but he at least fit into life here. And if he stayed, if he stayed, maybe he could make up for some of the wrong.
"Stay." It's not really a question, but there's an uncertainty as he looks up at Stiles.