"Moan."
Send me āMoanā and Iāll generate aĀ number.
Twenty-four: My muse fawns over your muse's neck.
Ā He doesnāt know why heās so entranced by the sound, he really canāt put his finger on it but got he canāt help the heat that surges straight to his loins every time the feline lets the warmth of his purr rattle in his throat. It draws the Alpha instantly, like a moth to a flame, and he fears that teen had realized how easily it is to get his attention with the sound. Derek was just in the back room, hunched over shuffling clothes into the dryer when he heard it, that familiar resonance and what was left in the washer was forgotten as he strode out with purpose. Derek really shouldnāt have been so surprised to see that pleased grin on Stilesā face, curled up on the couch and patting the seat next to him.
If he wasnāt so entranced by the sound perhaps he would have gone back to his work, but he canāt deny it and he easily flops into the cushions and drags the teen up into his lap. A hand reached gently for the edge of Stilesā throat and touched, felt the vibration and he smiled, felt the heat surge back to his groin and he just wanted to keep touching. So he did.
The Alpha lowered his mouth and tasted the sound with his tongue and a gentle scrape of his teeth. He had no qualms about leaving a line of little marks against the pulse, welcomed it even as he noticed with each suckle he adorned Stilesā throat with only seemed to make the purr go a little deeper, a little louder. He could spend hours just kissing that neckā actually, he planned on doing just that.
He rolled and pressed Stilesā body to the line of his own and let his fingers dance idle patterns at his back as lips continued to taste the freckled flesh, letting the sound of his purr bleed into his own skin.
