Derek feels like this is something they've been avoiding, and suddenly he can't remember why. Peter feels so right in his arms, pressed to the mattress beneath him, like Peter had been made just for him. Strange as he was with his gypsy ways, he was a perfect fit.
Those sounds, that soft whimper and the hitch of Peter's breath, they're doing things to Derek, and he's pushing back just to feel just how much more Peter needs, to hear it in those whining sounds. The kiss is clumsy at first, his lips rough and his movements uncertain, as if this isn't something he's used to. Kissing, or just tumbling to the floor with someone who's human.
Well, human-ish, for the time being.
Peter gains his footing when it's biting, when he's using teeth and pulling Derek closer, and there's an answering growl to Peter's move to lead him in. He's saying that he's setting the pace, that he knows Peter's impatient, that he wants so much, but Derek will take care of him. He pulls his mouth free of Peter's, and his face finds Peter's stubble-dusted neck and he presses another growl against his skin. It's a warning and a claim all in one, meant for Peter to trust that he's going to give him what he needs, and meant for anyone who's listening to know that Peter is his and stay away.
He shifts as Peter spreads his legs, hips rolling against Peter's naked body, denim dragging against his exposed cock. He's already hard, and the thick press of his cock feels good through his jeans, gives him friction enough to tide him over until he's sinking inside Peter, because he wants that. Exactly what Peter wants, he wants to knot him so tight they can't get up for an hour.
"I want that…" he breathes against his skin, and he should say more, should say that this isn't just fucking some wolf in the woods, this is more, this is real, but Peter knows. Peter has to know.
His hand is reaching down between them as he holds himself up on one arm, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans before starting to wriggle out of them.
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Those sounds, that soft whimper and the hitch of Peter's breath, they're doing things to Derek, and he's pushing back just to feel just how much more Peter needs, to hear it in those whining sounds. The kiss is clumsy at first, his lips rough and his movements uncertain, as if this isn't something he's used to. Kissing, or just tumbling to the floor with someone who's human.
Well, human-ish, for the time being.
Peter gains his footing when it's biting, when he's using teeth and pulling Derek closer, and there's an answering growl to Peter's move to lead him in. He's saying that he's setting the pace, that he knows Peter's impatient, that he wants so much, but Derek will take care of him. He pulls his mouth free of Peter's, and his face finds Peter's stubble-dusted neck and he presses another growl against his skin. It's a warning and a claim all in one, meant for Peter to trust that he's going to give him what he needs, and meant for anyone who's listening to know that Peter is his and stay away.
He shifts as Peter spreads his legs, hips rolling against Peter's naked body, denim dragging against his exposed cock. He's already hard, and the thick press of his cock feels good through his jeans, gives him friction enough to tide him over until he's sinking inside Peter, because he wants that. Exactly what Peter wants, he wants to knot him so tight they can't get up for an hour.
"I want that…" he breathes against his skin, and he should say more, should say that this isn't just fucking some wolf in the woods, this is more, this is real, but Peter knows. Peter has to know.
His hand is reaching down between them as he holds himself up on one arm, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans before starting to wriggle out of them.