Re: Mar 23
"Fuck!" The word ended on a high pitch as his back arched and his heel dug into Derek's shoulder from where it was in the air. His body clamped down around the invading digit that just felt so right. Stiles had used his own fingers over the last month or so but they didn't feel the same as Derek's. Derek's was long and thicker and Stiles couldn't help but tug even harder on Derek's hair.
"More. Second one," Stiles panted, face blotchy and red. "Stretch me. Fuck me. Please!"