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"You want me to hold you down while we do this, Stiles?" says the incubus. In one sudden movement it has Stiles’ arm wrenched over his head and pinned it by the wrist below the headboard. "Would that make this easier for you?"
Stiles swallows. "Maybe?" This whole thing where he gets the chance to opt out of having mindblowing sex with a demon of questionable intentions is causing him more unnecessary stress than he wants to deal with. Can't it just get on with ravishing him already?
"You really think that’s what we do? You think we need to? Ever?" The incubus' breath ghosts warm against his neck. (Actually, Stiles has half an idea that ‘thinking’ isn’t much of good description of anything that’s gone through his head for a good few minutes. It’s so unfair of it to pick on him for that.)
AKA: The Medieval AU where Derek is an incubus and Stiles is so, so far out of his depth right now.
- Part 1 of Demoniality