Re: Mar 23
Even if Stiles had flicked Derek's snout once more, Derek wasn't sure it would've stopped him this time. As he continued to inch down Stiles' body, he could feel the slide of Stiles' cock against his fur, making him more and more conscious of Stiles' arousal - as if the taste of his skin wasn't enough for that.
But those hands - they felt so good in his fur, but Derek didn't want them trying to stop him. As he licked, he slowly shifted back to his human form (sweaty, flushed, almost shaking with how taut he was holding himself) and caught Stiles' wrists, pressing them gently to his mattress. "Enough," Derek said, his voice husking through a dry throat. "I want to taste you."