Even though it was a bit of a ramble, it was exactly the thing that Scott needed. It was a Stiles' ramble and there was nothing more reassuring than the way he worked to rush through the words and thoughts in his head in order to make sure that Scott knew that this was okay, that they could do this again-- that the hunger in Scott's bones, his gut and somewhere deeper could be sated.
"Do you want anything different, anything more, better that I can do for you?" Scott's never thought much about this, but he knows that Stiles has since he's been curious about guys for longer. This works a little in their favor. In the meantime, Scott pays particular attention to marking up Stiles' abs, and then his hips. He moves across all the skin that's open to his mouth. It's a bit like imprinting, and he can't help himself.
"I swear, you taste so fucking good." Sliding lower, Scott looks up again. He wants to try more. He wants to taste more. He's not sure what Stiles might be into. There's not a part of Stiles that Scott doesn't want to taste. He doesn't want to cross lines. He doesn't want to do anything uncomfortable.
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Date: 2024-05-25 03:10 pm (UTC)"Do you want anything different, anything more, better that I can do for you?" Scott's never thought much about this, but he knows that Stiles has since he's been curious about guys for longer. This works a little in their favor. In the meantime, Scott pays particular attention to marking up Stiles' abs, and then his hips. He moves across all the skin that's open to his mouth. It's a bit like imprinting, and he can't help himself.
"I swear, you taste so fucking good." Sliding lower, Scott looks up again. He wants to try more. He wants to taste more. He's not sure what Stiles might be into. There's not a part of Stiles that Scott doesn't want to taste. He doesn't want to cross lines. He doesn't want to do anything uncomfortable.