"Good boy," Derek praised, smiling softly. "You've always been so good like this...taking what I give you. Cock in your mouth, cock in your ass...you like having your holes stuffed."
It was remarkable to think that Derek was the only one who had done this--would be the only one to do this, that he could influence Stiles' wants and desires, could teach him what he liked and how. It was heady, the promise, the potential.
He cock throbbed, slapping his belly as he inched closer, jealous of the two fingers--now three--that were working Stiles' hole.