Re: Mar 23
Derek nudged his thumb under Stiles' balls across the velvety skin, pushing up until he had a clear view of Stiles' tight, tiny little hole right in front of his eyes. Snarling, he nosed against it, taking in huffing breaths to get more of Stiles' scent, so concentrated as it was.
The snarl got sharper when Stiles' hand yanked on Derek's hair, but the only punishment Derek was willing to deal out was exactly what Stiles was begging for: so be it. Pressing his mouth against Stiles once more, Derek licked at the hole with fervor, alternating between long laps with the flat of his tongue and pointing, pushing into that entrance.