Peter can't help groaning, trembling with the feel of it as Derek's fingers slide over one hip, fingers sliding low against his flat stomach and Peter can't help the whimper that slips from his lips. He doesn't touch him, and Peter;/s shoulders curl as he trembles. He wants him, he needs him, he needs to feel him and it catches his breath, has him gasping for air. He's so lewdly wet, and he bites his lips because it still feels strange, the way it clings to his inner thighs, hot and slick.
His breath is shaky, but there's a sweet, blissed murmur as Derek wraps an arm around him, presses against his back. It's perfect, this feeling of safety, of strength that surrounds him, he lets his neck tilt to expose more skin as Derek kisses against his neck, next to his ear, and god, Derek's cock slips between his cheeks so easy and he whines, just so overwhelmed. It feels so much, and he's moaning, his thighs spreading softly, giving himself to his Alpha. They've always been this, just dancing around it, pretending not to notice, but Peter can't let himself ruin that connection twice.
It steals all breath from his lungs when the head of Derek's cock presses to his entrance, and a roll of his hips has him sinking into Peter's body. He moans, shaking at how slick and easy it is, how good it feels. Intoxicating, claiming, a fierce sense of belonging that he can't put words to. One hand comes away from the bed, and he's curling fingers against Derek's hand, letting him be his anchor as heat and need flare inside him.
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His breath is shaky, but there's a sweet, blissed murmur as Derek wraps an arm around him, presses against his back. It's perfect, this feeling of safety, of strength that surrounds him, he lets his neck tilt to expose more skin as Derek kisses against his neck, next to his ear, and god, Derek's cock slips between his cheeks so easy and he whines, just so overwhelmed. It feels so much, and he's moaning, his thighs spreading softly, giving himself to his Alpha. They've always been this, just dancing around it, pretending not to notice, but Peter can't let himself ruin that connection twice.
It steals all breath from his lungs when the head of Derek's cock presses to his entrance, and a roll of his hips has him sinking into Peter's body. He moans, shaking at how slick and easy it is, how good it feels. Intoxicating, claiming, a fierce sense of belonging that he can't put words to. One hand comes away from the bed, and he's curling fingers against Derek's hand, letting him be his anchor as heat and need flare inside him.