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What the hell is a Stiles? (_stiles) wrote,
@ 2017-10-31 20:08:00

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Stiles really hadn’t been expecting to actually fall asleep before nine. Because he never had before. Aside from if he hadn’t slept for a day or so. He’d been intending to just fake being asleep until his dad had checked on them, but John had come in (expecting some fake sleeping, too) to find Stiles on his back, snoring, and Derek cuddling against him. Derek was even more of a good influence than John could have hoped.

Stiles woke up before his alarm again. And he felt amazing. Not just because it was Friday, and not just because it was Friday. But waking up with Derek did that for him. He leant over and kissed Derek gently on the lips. He ran his fingers gently over the scruff on his mate’s jaw. He hoped he’d be able to grow somewhat of a beard, but omegas didn’t tend to, especially if he was thinking of having babies all the time.

“Do I have to go to school?” Stiles asked quietly as they sat down for breakfast, glancing over his shoulder to check his dad wasn’t creeping up on them. “I’ve got lame classes today, I can breeze through them, we could just go back to yours-“ he said softly. He knew Derek wouldn’t agree. He knew Derek would make him stay in school even during his free periods. Derek was going to be a good dad.

He was glad he actually got to see his dad before he headed to school, though. John woke up and joined them for coffee just before they left. He didn’t seem at all surprised to see Derek still there.

“You both slept well, hm?” He asked with a smirk over the rim of his coffee cup. “Good early night?”

“Well we both have busy days- I’ve got school, Derek has realtor and grocery appointments, got to be well rested,” Stiles said with a shrug. He had no other explanation, other than all the sex they’d had and the fact that sleeping next to Derek was incredibly calming.

“Busy weekend?” John asked.

“Stuff with the pack,” Stiles replied easily.

“So you’re like- the...pack deputy now?” John queried. The ins and outs of werewolf packs and their workings weren’t completely common knowledge among humans without a pack. And it varied a lot. So John had no real knowledge of where Stiles now fit in. “You were in Scott’s pack though?”

“Well yeah,” Stiles shrugged. “But Derek is my mate. It’s not like we’re all adhereing to usual pack dynamics here anyway, dad.”

John looked at Derek. He’d known Talia and the Hale pack, he’d been a year beneath Derek’s dad in school, they’d played lacrosse together, he knew things were different. Dating, bonding, mating.

“If you have some time, Derek, maybe you can... run through some things with me.”

“Dad-“

“Son, it’s important. This is your life now. You’re mates with a werewolf. I need to know what that entails.”

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surlier
2017-11-09 01:52 am UTC (link)

There was very little that Derek would openly resist when it came to Stiles? This? This never even had that possibility as he moaned, spine arching as Stiles worked the plug into his slick hole. His thighs trembled as it began to thicken, and he couldn't stop from humping his hips forward, a little more come dribbling out of him.

Without Stiles' hand around it, his knot was sure to go down soon, or so he thought until he felt his tongue moving over his skin, and Derek knew what Stiles was doing - what he was cleaning up, and moaned raggedly.

He'd mentioned wanting to do this last night, but never gotten around to it. Tonight, apparently, it proved to be too much, and Derek was infinitely grateful for it as he moaned brokenly, and rocked back to meet his tongue. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Stiles, feels so good, love your tongue-"

Derek wanted more of it too, but knew if he asked, if he tried for more, they'd never make it out of bed in time to go to dinner and he wanted to do that for Stiles, and give him everything he wanted on this night.

"Yeah," he practically moaned out, muscles flexing a little as he tensed and relaxed around it in time with Stiles' kisses. He should move, get up, but he barely managed to roll off his mate and instead ended up pillowing his head on Stiles thigh, one arm flung over his middle.

"Mmm, Stiles," he said with a little nuzzle, still feeling half dopey from his knot. That wasn't usual, but he had a feeling it had something to do with how much he trusted Stiles. "Feel like I go half stupid every time I pop a knot around you. Give me a couple and we'll go get in the shower, okay?" They needed to at least try to wash up before left the house reeking of sex.

As much as he liked it, he didn't think everyone else would.

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_stiles
2017-11-09 08:39 am UTC (link)

The reaction he got from Derek was far better than anything he could have imagined. And Stiles had imagined. He loved the noises, but he also loved more the way that Derek rocked back onto him. He would have loved to do it properly, he would love to bring Derek to orgasm this way, maybe jerk him off too, maybe slide his fingers into Derek beside his tongue-

But there wasn’t time right now.

He smiled at his mate flopped over his legs, running his fingers through Derek’s hair.

“I really like- I like-“ he started, trying to work out how to word how he felt. How he loved that his alpha would be happy to give himself to Stiles the way he was. He loved that Derek was happy to drape himself over Stiles and let himself be petted and praised. He was sure that other alphas would be scornful of Derek’s supplication to him. But they weren’t like that. They didn’t buy into those stereotypes.

“Yeah, I knew you were like all those other knot heads,” Stiles teased, despite what he’d just been thinking. “Just ruled by your dick every time you see a fertile omega-“

It was for the best that they showered on their own. It took a while for Stiles to get used to the feeling of the plug inside him when he was standing up, the way it kind of rugged at his rim as he moved, and brushed against his prostate- he had to shower quickly before he got too distracted.

He’d packed something nice to wear for their first actual date, even if he wasn’t going to be in it too long. A Black tshirt, plum shirt, and tight black jeans. Tight. He was sure that Derek would appreciate it and yeah, he really wanted to tease his mate through dinner. He wanted to get Derek worked up. He wanted his mate to be desperate to get him home, to strip him and bend him over, pull out the plug- fuck, Stiles was going to be so wet. Derek would love it. And Stiles was preening at the thought.

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surlier
2017-11-09 12:02 pm UTC (link)

"Mmm, me too," Derek teased lazily, head craning back so his whiskers could brush over Stiles' thigh. He almost managed to get his mouth up to his knee, but he couldn't quite make it, and his body felt too warm and fuzzed to bother trying.

"It's you, I promise it's you," he said lightly. Not teasing, because it was true. This reaction was all because of Stiles, and all Derek could do was ride this post-knot happy laziness. "Makin' me happy and relaxed. They should really put a warning on fertile omega's for inducing that type of behavior," and now he was teasing. "But I suppose it's my cross to bear--" he said dramatically, hand curling around the dip in his waist and dragging him bodily closer until they managed to separate for a shower.

It took him a minute too, getting used to the plug inside him, but post knot his prostate was a little less swollen, and he could deal with this.

Sure he could.

He might end up humping Stiles on the dinner table, but he could deal.

Once he smelled a little less like he'd spent the afternoon covered in come, he came out of the steaming bathroom to get dressed. There was a brief mental debate over white shirt or black, but black ultimately got chosen. They were going to that little Italian place in town and white -- no. Black it was, the top two buttons left undone as he tucked them into his blue jeans.

And maybe he should know better than to go commando with Stiles here, but it'd also mean less to take off when they got home. That won out, at least until he saw his mate. "You look -- gorgeous, Stiles," he said quietly, reaching out to tangle his fingers in the belt loops of his jeans and pull him close for a quick kiss.

"Let's go." If they stayed, with Stiles looking like that -- yeah, they'd never make it to dinner.

"My mom and dad always used to eat here on their anniversaries," he confessed quietly on the ride there. "They used to bring us with them when we were little, and once we were old enough, they made us stay home," he said with a little laugh. Accurately, they wanted to be sappy and romantic and none of the kids wanted to watch. It always worked out fine.

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_stiles
2017-11-09 05:34 pm UTC (link)

It wasn’t as though Stiles hadn’t believed the praise Derek had given him before, but the sweet sincerity in his voice when he said he was gorgeous made Stiles blush and smile, letting himself be pulled forward into the kiss. “Thought I’d make an effort to impress my mate on our first date,” he said softly, running his hands down Derek’s strong chest, enjoying the slight strain his muscles were putting the fabric under.

His hand crept over to Derek’s thigh as they drove, tapping his fingers gently. “My parents used to send me to Scott’s when they wanted to go on a date and have a night in to themselves,” Stiles smiled. “I always thought it was because they wanted me to have a great time, but i know now it was all purely selfish.” He turned his head towards Derek. “We’ll have lots of people to send the pups to when we want some private time.” During Stiles’ heats especially. They had no shortage of babysitters.

“I looove Italian food,” Stiles purred as they stepped into the restaurant, his stomach giving a confirming grumble as he smelt all of the food- but he wouldn’t eat too much. No, he’d show some restraint so that they could enjoy their night together.

Whilst he’d eaten with Derek a lot, they’d never been out to eat together. And Stiles didn’t know if it was because the people here remembered Derek and his family from a long time ago, or because Derek had a lot of money, but he’d never had the kind of reception he received by the waiter that greeted them. Nor had he ever been led to one of the best tables in the restaurant.

Several people looked at them as they walked through, some alphas, possibly because they could smell the scent of them. He preferred to think that than think it was because he was an omega.

“Wow,” he breathed as they were left with their menus. “Do I look okay?” Was he under dressed? He was sure he was fine. But he should have known the prices were going to scare him. “Wow,” he added, unconsciously skimming for the cheapest thing on the menu that wasn’t a plain salad. “Fancy place. Thank you for bringing me here-“

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surlier
2017-11-09 06:30 pm UTC (link)

"You know you don't need to impress me, right? But I definitely don't mind reaping the benefits," he was quick to say, gaze moving over his mate's form, lingering slightly on those tight jeans.

"It was absolutely selfish." And one day they would do the same, not because they wouldn't love their future children, but they loved each other too, and sometimes they were going to need to be alone. Especially through Stiles' heats, when Derek wouldn't be able to think beyond getting his hands on his mate.

His hand remained in Stiles from the car to inside the restaurant, past the knowing and speculative stares from older Alphas and omegas alike. Even a few betas. He caught the slight apprehension wafting off his mate and gave his hand a little squeeze.

"The owner, Armand, remembered my parents," he said quietly. When he had called for reservations the older man had exclaimed happily, especially once Derek mentioned his mate. A few twinkling candles sat on their table and Derek took the seat to his left, instead of across. He wanted to be close to Stiles and leaned in, only to have the plug jostle slightly in him and leave him biting back a hiss as he leaned back slowly.

He was going to be crazy by the end of this. Yet, at the end there was Stiles, and he couldn't deny that he loved knowing that. "You look great." They were the youngest couple in here by a few years, and a few knowing smirks on the lips of knowing Alphas. "You're welcome. I wanted this to be special for you. So, enjoy it," he said quietly, hand slipping under the table to squeeze his knee. "And stop worrying. You're doing fine. You look great. And I love you."

His own menu sat by his elbow, ignored. Partially because he knew what he wanted, but mostly because he didn't move his gaze from his mate.

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_stiles
2017-11-10 08:40 am UTC (link)

Stiles nodded. He’d thought it was probably more likely that it was because of Derek’s family more than due to his affluence. His lips curled into a little smile when Derek hissed, knowing exactly what had happened. His own plug was moving too, and Stiles knew it was because he was so wet.

“I love you, too,” Stiles said quietly, shifting himself closer to Derek. He wasn’t as anxious now that he’d been able to look around at the other diners. A lot were older, many with their mates, most with claiming bites on display. Yeah, this was a good date. The most perfect first date.

“I kinda want to have the mac and cheese with Parma ham,” Stiles said softly. It was perhaps the least classy thing on the menu, but it was something Stiles knew he liked. He wasn’t one for fancy eating. It was a good thing Lydia didn’t turn out to be his mate, she’d have hated Stiles’ lack of finesse. But he didn’t even have to worry about Derek. Derek would get him anything he wanted, even if it was something ridiculous like just a bowl of meatballs.

He glanced up at Derek again, closing the menu and settling his gaze on his mate.

“Would you like to look at the wine menu, sir?” One of the waiters appeared, holding out a small card to Derek. Stiles obviously wasn’t going to be drinking, but he asked for some water. He couldn’t tell what the waiter was thinking as he looked at them, but part of him was sure it was about why Derek, delicious beautiful alpha Derek, was on a date here with dumb teenage omega Stiles. The waiter was a beta. Stiles inched closer to Derek.

“What are you having?” He asked Derek, leaning in as the waiter wandered off to get their drinks. “Everyone here is on a date, aren’t they? I hope we’re still coming here when we’re older, looking at new couples-“ he glanced around and caught the eye of an elderly alpha who gave him a gentle smile before resuming the book he was reading. Stiles relaxed even more, leaning in to bump his nose against Derek’s jaw.

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surlier
2017-11-10 11:58 am UTC (link)

"Then have that," Derek said easily, not a single thought given to whether or not it was classy. Stiles wanted it and that was all that mattered to him. "Get whatever you want, baby." If he wanted nothing more than a bowl of meatballs drenched in tomato sauce, Derek would have told him to order it and enjoyed the scent of contentment on him.

He heard the waiter approaching, but didn't look away until he was there with his offer of the wine menu. His mom had raised him with better manners than to ignore waitstaff.

"Thank you, yes." The wine wouldn't affect him, but he could give Stiles small sips throughout their meal if he wanted them. And Armand had a rosé that tasted delicious to him - and it was still on the menu. "A glass of the house rosé. please. Thank you."

Bringing both hands up to the table, he reached out slowly for Stiles' hand. He'd meant it when he said he didn't want Stiles to be a secret, and he wasn't going to pretend he was here.

"Armand makes these meat stuffed shells for me," and had since he was a child, "that are delicious. They're not usually served with any meat, but I whined once to my mom and she talked him into them and now it's - now it's a thing," he said with a little smile, the tips of his ears turning pink.

"They are," he confirmed, as he dropped a quick kiss to Stiles' cheek. "Expect that someone is going to pinch our cheeks at some point. And someone will get nosy and ask when you'll have your mark. We'll get called cute." All of this he expected, and yet it still sent a wild flurry of warm pleasure through him that it'd be happening to them.

"I hope so too. And we'll come here with our kids--" he started to say, only to be cut off as the waiter returned with their drinks and took their orders with a smile and compliments to both their choices.

Once he was out of earshot, Derek dropped his voice, "Doing okay, baby?"

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_stiles
2017-11-10 05:47 pm UTC (link)

Of course alcohol wasn’t going to do anything to Derek, but Stiles still thought there was something quite quaint about Derek wanting to have a rosé. He beamed at the way Derek was still calling him baby, even outside of the bedroom. It made him feel loved. Not that he doubted it ever. But people could hear them here.

He unfolded his fingers and reached for Derek’s hand. Yeah, Derek was proud of him. That was really nice.

“Stuffed shells?” He asked, but then Derek went on with the explanation and it was endearing. It was lovely. He really liked hearing about baby Derek. He’d repay his mate later with stories of his awkward childhood. Or even better, he’d ask his dad. “It’s nice. I like that he remembers you. Dad and I never really got to eat out much, but I remember he and mom having a favourite waiter at a Mexican restaurant they went to. I’ll ask him what it was called and we can go-“

Stiles could imagine Derek was one of those people every waitstaff loved, because he’d be able to pronounce all of the dishes and probably knew about the culture- Derek was so stupidly smart.

He chuckled at Derek’s words, because all of that was absolutely possible, especially since the way he was leaning showed off his unmarked neck.

“I like that you keep calling me baby,” he whispered. “I’m pretty sure people can hear you.” Stiles had stopped looking around at the other diners, feeling safe and content here. No one was judging them. He sipped his water, maybe shuffling his chair closer.

“You think Armand will mind if we come in here with our five pups, all of them wanting different things, all of them wanting attention. And ice cream. I bet this place does great ice cream-“ Stiles leant in and kisses Derek softly. “Five or six. However many-“ he grinned, kind of hoping the talk of all their pups would make Derek squirm a little. He couldn’t say all the things he wanted to about the plug inside him, thinking about Derek’s knot- there would be other wolves here, they’d be able to hear- maybe they’d be able to smell him getting aroused.

Stiles flushed, stroking his fingers over the back of Derek’s hand.

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surlier
2017-11-10 07:34 pm UTC (link)

"We'll absolutely go. And if your dad wants to come we'll make sure to bring him too." If his parents had still been alive, they might have joined Stiles and he. If Stiles mom was also still alive, they might have one day sat down with both sets of parents to share dinner and be mercilessly teased.

But they were all gone, save for Stiles' dad and their future children. One day they'd all be here, and Derek couldn't stop from pressing his nose into the spot where he intended to mark Stiles.

"I'm pretty sure they can, but you like it and I want to do it. Only seems fair that I continue." If his mate had minded, Derek would have stopped. But this nickname was for Stiles, and he dropped a light kiss to his offered throat. "Driving me crazy showing off that spot."

He grinned when he heard the chair shuffling closer, as if Stiles didn't want them to be apart either. More when four or five became five or six and he had to shift in his chair, barely biting back a moan as his eyes flared red and he ducked his head to hide it. "You're trying to make me crazy," he said lowly, almost growling. He knew how to get his mate back though and smirked. "When we find out you're pregnant, I'm taking you to a Polish restaurant and stuffing you, Mieczyslaw."

He took a sip of the wine, lettting the flavors roll over his tongue before offering Stiles the glass. "Want to taste?" His voice was definitely not pitched low as though he was offering him his cock instead. Definitely not. And if it was said in such a way that anyone listening in could count it as a double entendre, he didn't mind that either. He was still smirking as he brought Stiles hand up and kissed his knuckles.

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_stiles
2017-11-10 08:35 pm UTC (link)

For the moment, Stiles couldn't decide if that was something his dad would want. If John would like to be taken back to the place he'd spent date nights with his wife and son before the former had been stolen from them- but maybe he would, maybe it was a place of good memories and being there with his son and his son's mate would be just what he needed. "I'll ask him," he said, because if anyone knew how his dad would feel, it was his dad.

Stiles chuckled when Derek nosed at his neck. He liked that. He'd like it even more when there was an obvious mark there. "Mm, but you know I like driving you crazy. That's my intention-" he said, mostly mouthing the words so that only Derek heard. "I'll make sure we can both make it through dinner, but I want you desperate by the time we get home."

The flare in Derek's eyes was all down to the talk of their pups, Stiles knew. He smirked, biting on his lip and trying to look as innocent as possible. The smirk slid right off of his face when Derek spoke, though, blinking rapidly as a blush crept up into his cheeks. He tried to rally himself as quickly as possible. "You just want to hear me speaking Polish, don't you?" Stiles asked, his cock pulsing softly between his legs at the way Derek had pronounced his name.

His eyes slid lazily down to the glass and then up to Derek's lips before they returned to meet his mate's gaze. "I'll just wait until you finish the glass and kiss me," he purred, looking at little bashful at the kisses to his knuckles. "It'll taste better on your tongue."

He had a few moments of smirking back at Derek before their table was approached by one of the alphas who had been sitting around them.

"You remind me of when I was your age," he rumbled happily, nodding at Derek. "My mate and I met in school. I just wanted to wish you both all the happiness." His eyes fell on Stiles. "You'll have beautiful children," he added. "Enjoy your date."

Stiles watched the man head to the front of the restaurant where an omega lady - obviously his mate - was smiling and waiting for him with their jackets.

"Thank you," Stiles called after them. It was the first time they'd been complimented on their relationship from someone who wasn't pack or family.

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surlier
2017-11-11 02:20 am UTC (link)

Derek wasn't sure if it would be something John would want either, but he wouldn't know until the invitation was issued. He'd briefly wondered before coming here if being back in this restaurant would hurt, if it'd remind him too much of his family, but -- Talia would want him to come. His dad would want him to be here. This place was a part of their family history and he wanted to share it with Stiles -- with his mate. Maybe John would want the little place he and Claudia frequented to be a part of them too.

"I'd love to hear it," he grinned, knowing better than to believe Stiles innocent for a second. He hadn't believed it when they met years ago, and now he definitely knew better. His grin widened at the slight pulse in Stiles' scent, a sharp note of spicy that he knew meant his mate was aroused.

"Alright." His sense of taste wasn't as developed as his sense of smell was, but it was still far more acute than a baseline human's. The wine was delicious, and the only thing in the world that could make it better was to have it mixed with Stiles' taste.

The interruption forced Derek's gaze away from his mate, but he still held onto Stiles' hand as he got a little piece of the alpha's story. It was a huge difference from yesterday and walking through the police station, but that's what Derek wanted. Someplace safe, someplace they could both enjoy, where Stiles wasn't treated differently for his presentation. "Thank you," he said warmly, offering up a genuine smile to the older man. "May you have many more, long, happy years together."

He laughed a little at Stiles calling out to them. They were a handsome couple, and would likely have decades more together, but there was something in the fondness of their eyes that spoke of a long life already spent together, and something warm curled up in his middle and settled there, happy.

One day that would be them. One day they might be watching kids, maybe their own kids on their first date with their mates. It was common for mates to be young if they were close prior to presentation; if they didn't know each other previously, it took longer.

His gaze finally returned to Stiles and he volleyed back, quietly, "What makes you think I won't be desperate by the time we get home without you having to do anything more than breathe and talk?" It had nothing to do with Stiles' scent, though that certainly didn't hurt, and everything to do with Stiles as a whole. "You don't have to do anything special -- though I won't object if you want to."

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_stiles
2017-11-11 10:46 am UTC (link)

"Call me by my name later and I might give you a preview," Stiles whispered, seeing Derek's grin grow a moment after his body had reacted, knowing full well that his mate had smelt his arousal.

Stiles' eyes lingered on the couple as they got themselves together and left the restaurant, the alpha taking his omega's hand and kissing her knuckles the way Derek had his. It was lovely. He was glad he had someone he'd get to grow old with. He was glad it was Derek. No- he was lucky. He was so lucky.

Stiles had wanted them to go out on a date because he'd wanted to have something nice and normal and kind of stupidly romantic before he properly lost his virginity. But the night had turned into something a lot more than just that.

His soft smile turned into something more, something brighter when Derek praised him. He still wasn't used to the thought that he was enough just as he was. That he didn't have to do anything for Derek to think he was sexy. That he didn't have to dress any different, or act any different. Stiles was good as he was. And it was a little difficult to get his head around, but Derek's smile was very convincing.

"I'm still not used to it," he shrugged. "That I'm enough for you. You've always kinda been on this pedestal to us, being an alpha and a werewolf, helping us through everything. I kinda felt like you were untouchable. Or that you'd- I dunno. I couldn't work out why you weren't mated. I guess I thought it was something to do with your past. But I always kinda wanted you to have someone who would help you build a pack again. I told you this already, I know, I just wanted you to know I was sincere-"

Stiles leant in and kissed Derek softly, warmth flooding through him, settling between his legs. The plug was teasing him, and a tiny moan slipped from his lips when he thought about it being Derek's knot later-

"I'm sorry to interrupt," their waiter said quietly, holding their dinners in his hands, placing them carefully down on the table. "Just call me if you need anything, I won't interrupt again."

Stiles flushed and smiled, thanking the waiter, gripping Derek's hand. He'd never been on a date, he was worried he was going too over the top with the touching and affection. He didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable.

"They don't mind, do they? Should I calm down a bit?" he asked, wondering if he could eat his food with one hand or if tangling their legs together under the table would have to suffice.

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surlier
2017-11-11 05:32 pm UTC (link)

Calmness overlaid the scent on Stiles, and something else. Contentment, not as a lesser form of happiness, but a deeper one, and he closed his eyes as he breathed in deep.

"Of course you are. We--" they hadn't been friends in the beginning, but then they had been. His eyes opened up slowly, gazing at Stiles until the whole rest of the world fell away. "Mates aren't always guaranteed. I didn't think I had one, and then, a few days before you presented, I knew. We'd always spent more time together and -- it made sense. For it to be you. For it to be us. You were good enough then, and you're good enough now."

He returned the gentle kiss, their fingers still laced together. That moan though -- that had him inhaling sharply because he knew what caused it-

And nearly jumped when the waiter was there. "No, no, it's fine. Thank you," he said with the tiny edge of a smile, looking up at the man before back at Stiles.

"No, not unless we start making out at the table. It's - touching, kissing, it's to be expected among the newly mated." No one smelled bothered at least, and there was a faint trace of affection and warm memories in the air. "You're doing fine," he said and squeezed Stiles' hand. "Dig in."

He picked up his fork, using the edge to cut into his stuffed shell before pausing. "I don't want to be on a pedestal unless you're on it with me," Derek said quietly. "And I - I know we talked a little about it yesterday, and I -- I don't think it came out right. So, getting married? It's important to you. And I want that too. I want you to be my husband." He paused, a little bit of pasta clinging to the fork halfway to his mouth as he waited to hear what Stiles had to say.

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_stiles
2017-11-11 10:41 pm UTC (link)

Stiles supposed it was because he was still young, but the thought of everyone having a mate was just accepted to him. Perhaps it also had something to do with him being an omega, even before he presented. Because omegas never went unmated.

"I always liked you. I mean, I always fancied you-" Stiles said. He'd said it before, and now he didn't have to be shy about it. "The longer we spent together I realised it was more than just thinking you were hot and smart. You were gentle and kind and listened to me-" He tipped his head, looking at Derek. "Did you know how I was going to present? Is it obvious how someone is going to just before they do? I mean, I guess I could have been a beta for all you knew." He touched his neck, unthinking. "I don't think I'd have ever worked out it was you if I hadn't come to ask you for help. And I was still terrified, even then. It was a lot to take in-"

And it was only a couple of days ago. It felt like a lifetime. But then again, their bond would have stretched back further than they were conscious of.

Newly mated. Stiles beamed. They would be very much that, soon. His heat was days away, they'd be mated properly.

Stiles picked up his own fork. Mac and cheese would be easy to eat one handed. He stabbed a few bits and started to bring it to his mouth when Derek spoke again, mirroring his mate's stance, but with wider eyes and a little flush on his cheeks.

"Are you proposing to me?" he chuckled, though his heart was slamming against his ribs. "I mean, yeah, of course I want to be your husband. I know it's a human thing, and I know we're going to be mates and we're going to build a pack, but I guess my brain tells me this means something, too. Getting married. And it's something dad will like." He took a steadying breath. "I'd say yes whenever you asked me anything. To be your mate. To be your husband. To have your child. The answer will always be yes."

Stiles lowered his fork again, nervous, watching Derek. "But it's whatever you want, too. I'm not going anywhere. Ever. We can make decisions as a couple and it doesn't always have to be what I want." Because Derek, silly, lovable, selfless Derek, would move the earth if Stiles asked him to. "We're a team. And I love you. And I never want you to regret that this is what you're... I'm your... mate. For life."

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surlier
2017-11-11 11:17 pm UTC (link)

"No, well-- the night before. The night before, I could tell, but before that--" he shook his head. "I didn't know. And you could have been a beta. Could have been an alpha." IF he had been, they would spend hours on one another's knots, maybe found a surrogate to have children, but Stiles wasn't. He'd presented as an omega, and he'd be the one having their kids. "I think you would have, eventually. But -- you've got instincts too. They led you to where you felt safest." To him, even though Stiles hadn't known what they were to one another yet.

It was only a few days ago, yet their friendship stretched in the months before that. And maybe he should have known weeks ago, maybe if his family was still alive, they would have known, and smiled, and smirked every damn time Stiles came over because they knew.

But it hadn't happened that way, and Derek didn't regret the way it did.

He noticed that little flush, the alteration to Stiles' scent and grinned. "No, no, I'm not down on one knee and I think, I think I'd like to be." He blinked and finally ate his bite of food. "Maybe more declaring my intentions to ask you. It's important to you-- I can tell it is. And I don't-- don't want to be one of those alphas that doesn't give you what you want. Especially when I can. When I'd be happy to. When it's something I want too." He brought Stiles hand up to kiss again, only his lips paused on the knuckle of his ring finger for a moment.

It reminded him of something else Stiles had said a few days ago, and he squeezed the fingers in his grasp before lowering them back down to the table. "We are a team. The only reason I'd ever let you go is because you asked me to." Because Stiles wasn't Kate, he'd never hurt their family. He'd never betray Derek the way she had. "I trust you. You're my mate and you always will be." He inhaled sharp and leaned forward, craving more contact and pressing the tip of his nose gently into his throat.

"I'm glad it's you. I don't regret this -- I don't regret that it's you. I never will." His eyes drifted closed as he inhaled, his mate's scent flooding his senses. "I'm gonna marry you, Mieczyslaw Stilinski."

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_stiles
2017-11-12 09:32 am UTC (link)

"I guessed it would kind of be obvious to other people- I don't know. It was a weird time," Stiles admitted. The whole thing had been very alarming and kind of upsetting to him. But he'd never have to go through any kind of heat worrying again. Derek would be there to look after him. "I probably would have, you're right. I mean, I can't imagine you'd have been too pleased about anyone else being near me in my heat," he added coyly, giving Derek a soft little smile. "That might have given it away a bit."

Down on one knee- Stiles' cheeks flushed even more and he turned his attention back to his food as though that would hide the cheek aching smile on his face and the pink on his skin. He tried to concentrate on eating (oh, it was the best mac and cheese he'd ever had! Armand was a legend) but Derek was speaking to him, and nothing in the world could distract him from that.

"I need to try and forget what I read on the Internet after I presented," Stiles admitted. "I need to forget what those alphas were saying. I know you're not. I've always known you weren't," he said, still smiling as Derek lifted his hand once more and kissed his knuckles. He felt the lingering on his ring fingers, warmth washing through him. Warmth and comfort and contentment.

He trusted Derek. How could he not? There was nothing about the way Derek acted or spoke that said he shouldn't be trusted. Not that he was doped up on omega pheromones and didn't know what he was saying. No. Stiles trusted him. He believed him. And he tipped his head slightly, offering his throat to his mate's gentle nose.

"Kocham cię," Stiles whispered. He knew some nice, polite phrases in Polish, like 'I love you'. But his older cousins had been very helpful in supplying some of the things Stiles would be bringing up later. Things he'd absolutely never have let his parents know he knew-

He reached for his water, and then took a few more mouthfuls of his dinner. "This is so good," he mumbled around a mouthful, beaming up at Derek. "Are your special shells still good? Cos this is the best mac and cheese I've ever had and I don't think we'll make it to dessert tonight but I bet the desserts here are awesome, too-"

Stiles put his hand on Derek's thigh beneath the table, moving his hand up slowly to rest very, very close to the top as he innocently continued with his dinner. "Unless you think you can last through dessert as well?" He was sure Derek could smell the slick that was "We've got all night, I'm sure you can last-"

He could feel the heat pouring off of Derek near where his hand rested, and raised his eyebrows curiously. "Are you not wearing underwear?"

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surlier
2017-11-12 03:41 pm UTC (link)

"I-- wasn't. When you presented I was down the street, making sure no one came to your house that shouldn't have been there," he confessed quietly. John already knew, but he'd had to make sure that Stiles was safe. It'd been hard not to go into the house, to see to his mate, care for him through his presentation, but Stiles hadn't known then and Derek wasn't going to force himself into the house when he was already scared.

The hiding might have worked, except that Derek was watching his mate, and grinning at the flush that covered his skin. That was a definite yes to getting down on one knee and proposing then. Especially when that fresh wash of contentment hit Stiles' scent and all he could do was breathe it in deep.

"You do," he agreed. "Not every alpha is like they are -- but they are a few. And what they said -- that was making you miserable. You're going to have a wonderful life that isn't full of being subjected to the nearest alpha's attention." Except if the nearest alpha was him, and then, maybe that was a little bit true.

He smiled and kissed the side of his offered throat lightly before turning back to his meal. "I like hearing that." Even if he didn't know what it meant.

The stuffed shells were as always, excellent, but the company made them taste better. "Yeah. Company's great too," his cheeks pinkened slightly. "And we're definitely having dessert tonight." Only maybe they'd have to take Armand's infamous chocolate cake home and eat it while they lazed in bed.

Especially with the placement of Stiles' hand. His nostrils flared out for a second and he could smell Stiles around the plug, that little extra slick that was leaking out around it, back straightening as he did his best to hold off the arousal flooding his system. "We'll get dessert to go."

Derek didn't even try pulling off innocent as he shook his head no. "Hot date tonight," he teased. "I'm going to take him home and feed him dessert." In bed went unsaid, but heavily implied. If they got the chocolate cherry cake -- there was no way Stiles wouldn't be moaning from it, and he had no desire to share that with anyone else.

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_stiles
2017-11-12 07:48 pm UTC (link)

Stiles' eyes widened, his fork pausing halfway to his mouth again. He stared at Derek, the flush on his cheeks increasing, his love for Derek building tenfold in just a few seconds. "I wish I'd known then," he whispered. "The first night- that first heat was one of the worst things I've ever been through. I needed to be touched so badly. I couldn't-" he lowered his voice, moving closer to Derek so that he could keep their conversation between them. "I couldn't fill myself enough, I couldn't satisfy myself. I would have let anyone do anything to me and that's what terrified me the most. I didn't want to be that way over and over again-"

On a happier note, they were both having a brilliant date. Well, Stiles didn't have anything to compare it to, but he couldn't have dreamt of more. He smirked at Derek's words. "Dessert, yeah?" Stiles didn't know what they were going to have, but his mind supplied him with images of chocolate sauce being licked off of his body. "Oh? He must be pretty hot if you're willing to take him home before dessert- I mean, you might be too distracted to get around to it," he whispered, his eyes darting around for a moment before his hand crept up higher, brushing over the outline of Derek's cock for a second before he rested it back on the table.

Stiles could feel himself getting more and more aroused, but he needed to concentrate on his food. He didn't want anyone else to pick up those notes on his scent. But all he could think about was them here with their pups. How they'd have to make those pups first. The two of them- Derek's reaction to his pregnancy, how he'd touch Stiles so much.

His first heat was in a few days.

He was very fertile.

Stiles let out a breath, his eyes darker the next time he looked at Derek. Both of them were steadily making their way through their meals, and he really didn't want to rush. He didn't want them to rush their way through their date to just get back to bed.

"So your hot date," he started softly. "You known him a long time? Or is he just a cute guy you've picked up? Handsome guy like you could have anyone you wanted-"

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surlier
2017-11-12 10:22 pm UTC (link)

"You didn't know and I wasn't going to come in to tell you." An Alpha coming in to tell Stiles and his father that he was Stiles' mate? Even if it was him? He knew better and he'd been happy to keep everyone away that shouldn't have been there. "It worked out," he said quietly. However Stiles struggled that first time, he wouldn't have to again, and the next time Derek wouldn't be outside of the house. "It won't be just anyone next time," he said lowly and tone full of promise.

"He's very hot," he added with a touch of smugness as he lifted up his glass to take a sip. "I'm going to keep him distracted for a while, but we'll end up burning off a lot of calories so we'll need a snack later on." His voice dropped, head bending slightly towards Stiles'. "Though I plan on having him as my dessert." He growled quietly at the light brush of his hand over his cock, and barely managed to avoid a full blown erection, though his length twitched hot up against Stiles' fingers.

"I'm going to do filthy things to you when we get home," he promised as he returned to his dinner. And as good as it was, he wanted something else and couldn't quite make himself finish it all. And he couldn't think too much about what he wanted to do to his mate, or he'd have to have Stiles walk in front of him out to the car.

He couldn't even honk about Stiles heat now. Or how easy it would be to get him pregnant. Or that tonight would be the first time Stiles had a cock inside him, a knot, an Alpha, Derek. He licked his lips. He didn't want to rush either, but he could smell stiles again, those sweet, spicy notes that said his mate was aroused. A good alpha would care for their omega.

"I've known him for a few years now. I'm not much of one for one night stands," he answered, playing along. "He's the one I want. And he's pretty fucking cute. We're going to make adorable kids and everyone will tell them what good genes they've got. I know it seems early, but this one -- I'm not letting him go. It took us a while to get together, but now we are and I'm never going to give him a reason to want to change that." He grinned. "We do these movie marathons, and now I'm finally going to be allowed to suck the butter from our popcorn off his fingers. I think he'll like it."

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_stiles
2017-11-13 09:44 am UTC (link)

“No, I know,” Stiles nodded. His dad would have laughed in Derek’s face and probably shot him. His heat had been hard on his dad. Not his presentation. His dad would love him no matter what he had been born, but his son going through his first heat, and the attention he was getting, and wanting his son to be safe through every other heat-

“I know you’ll be able to handle me when my heat comes along,” Stiles whispered softly. His first heat as well. First real heat. He was glad he was giving his first times to Derek and it made him happy. So happy.

He smirked at Derek’s plan for the evening, licking his lips as he felt the gentle throb against his hand. “I was imagining you maybe eating some of your dessert off of him,” Stiles said coyly, raising his eyebrows. His own cock twitched, his slick pulsing slightly either side of his plug. God, he was going to be so, so wet when it was taken out.

“It’s kinda sexy how confident you are in that conviction,” Stiles said, trying to play it cool, trying to eat his dinner. “I’m sure you’ll make beautiful babies. He’s very lucky that he gets to carry your pups. You’re going to be a brilliant dad,” he added softly.

“And was that something you were thinking about for a while?” Stiles asked of the finger sucking. “I’m sure he might have had a few thoughts about you when you were sitting together. Just the two of you. I bet he was probably thinking about the two of you kissing. Or maybe touching a little, getting closer to each other- like those romantic cliches in the movies.”

He cleared his throat and sipped his water, putting down his fork. Hed eaten pretty much all of his dish. And it had been amazing. But it would have been a longer indulgence if he didn’t have a little anxious ball building in his belly.

“I’m nervous,” Stiles admitted. It seemed odd, considering everything they’d already done. But he was nervous about having Derek inside him. Of having him knot him. Not because he thought Derek would hurt him. But it was a big deal and he wanted everything to be amazing. “I’m just- kinda nervous. I want it. I want you. So much. But I’m nervous about it-“

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surlier
2017-11-13 11:51 am UTC (link)

"I like satisfy rather than handle. And keeping you safe if we're talking about this around your dad." The Sheriff already knew they'd been having some sort of sex, but he'd also made it clear that he didn't want it thrown up in his face and Derek intended to make sure it wasn't.

Especially when he was being so good about the rest of it.

There was a slight flare in his eyes when Stiles mentioned him eating his dinner off him. Chocolate and cherry smeared over all that pale skin, only to be wiped clean by his tongue -- he had to duck his head down until the red faded from his eyes. He could still smell though - could scent the faint traces of slick and arousal.

"Everything about him drives me crazy. It's easy to be confident," he said, finally looking back up. "I'm very lucky to have him and our pups will be lucky to have him as a father."

The tip of his tongue poked out to wet his lips. "Was he? When we finally did touch -- I couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop. And he didn't seem to want me to stop either. It's a good thing." But he'd never known that Stiles had thoughts before, of them kissing, touching, a little hand holding beneath the blanket or --

No, if he thought about it anymore he wasn't going to be able to decently walk out of here.

Stiles appeared done with his meal, and before Derek broached his nervousness, he gestured to the waiter. He got a box for the rest of his dinner, ordered dessert for both of them to go, and smiled when the man said he'd bring the check over.

"What part makes you nervous?" He asked as soon as the man was out of range to hear. He'd been nervous his first time -- nervous and aroused, and young. It seemed so far away now, but he still remembered and squeezed Stiles' hand, leaning in to brush his nose up the side of his neck. "Talk to me, baby."

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_stiles
2017-11-13 05:54 pm UTC (link)

Stiles chuckled softly. “Satisfy me and keep me safe,” he whispered. That was a beautiful sentiment. “Dad knows you’re going to take good care of me.” There was no doubt in Stiles’ mind that John really liked Derek. And it was only partly to do with his relief that his son had a respectable and respectful mate.

He let out another chuckle when Derek had to duck his head to hide the flare in his eyes. It was sexy, it was really hot that Stiles could tease that out of his mate. He liked it a lot when Derek’s wolf came to the surface. He was kind of looking forward to Derek’s rut.

“I bet he was very nervous about touching you the first time- even just being close to you. Because you know- he’s never touched anyone before. In any kind of- intimate way. Or yknow, so I’ve heard. About your boyfriend,” Stiles grinned and blushed. “I wanted you so much,” he breathed, dropping his pretense. “I wanted you when we were- when you were comforting me. I wanted to kiss you even more than I had before, in the days when we’d have movie marathons. I just worried that if I gave in and kissed you, if I gave in and went to bed with you idnever want to leave. I hated the thought that I wouldn’t be with you. That I was destined to be with someone else-“

He lowered his eyes when the waited came over again, feeling bashful at all the things he was saying. But then again they were on a first date. They were supposed to share these things.

“I’m nervous about it hurting,” Stiles replied. “I’m nervous that your knot is going to be too big. Not too big, just bigger than- than I’m prepared for. I’m nervous that- I’m nervous that it isn’t going to feel good for you,” he added. “Maybe I’ll be too wet, or not big enough to fit you, or something like that-“ he glanced around, hoping no one could hear him.

Perhaps he was guilty of putting too much stead on what he’d read on the internet, but he really thought it should be good. They should have brilliant sex. He loved Derek and he wanted him to feel good, he wanted him to love sex with Stiles.

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surlier
2017-11-13 07:05 pm UTC (link)

"And what about you? Do you know?" He queried. As good as it was to have John know that, it didn't mean much if Stiles didn't also believe it.

"I refrained from making the first move for so long. But it was worth it when we finally did." Derek had no regrets. "Mm I think that came true," he said warmly. "At lesser I hope you never want to leave my bed. Our bed." The last part he did know and remembered, tears streaming down Stiles' face at the thought of Derek being mates with someone else, loving and mating some other omega. "I wondered if I should tell you before I took you to bed. If I should have told you when you first came over." But he'd smelled of so much anxiety and unhappinesss, then so good that Derek had to take a breather outside before he did anything untoward.

"If is known that it was going to hurt you, I would have told you then," he said quietly.

But now Stiles knee and they were here.

"That's why--" the plug. "I don't-" and he said too wet. Derek couldn't bite back his growl or the way his cock throbbed hard in his jeans. "Too wet is like saying that you'll be too aroused. I don't know if that's a thing. It's not a thing." He paused. If Stiles was too wet -- his eyes burned red-- he'd just get down and clean him up with his tongue. Probably wouldn't help the wet situation, but he was okay with that.

"Maybe I should make you come on my fingers first, make sure you're extra relaxed while I'm stretching you out. Don't want my knot to hurt you." There were some Alphas, probably the ones that worote shit online that didn't stretch their partners enough for it to be comfortable for everyone involved. As for it feeling good enough for him, Derek could only grin.

"Did it feel good for you when you were in me?" He asked lowly, already knowing the answer. "But if you don't like it, then we'll figure something else out." Though he doubted that would be the case, he did want Stiles to know that he wasn't sentenced to a life of taking a knot he didn't like.

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_stiles
2017-11-13 07:38 pm UTC (link)

Stiles' smile softened as he looked up at Derek. "Of course I know," he replied. "You treat me so well. I feel so safe with you. You don't need to worry about that."

He let out a little sigh, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. "I thought I was going crazy. I thought maybe I was just attaching to you because you were the best alpha I knew aside from my dad. And I felt so safe with you. I wanted to beg you then, when I came over, I wanted to beg you to take me, to touch me or fuck me or just- I wanted it. I hated everything. I would never have allowed myself to dream you'd be my mate-"

Or had he? If Stiles thought back really hard to what he could remember of his first heat, he'd had images of a dark haired guy above him, inside him, touching him and fucking him. Strong, muscled, gentle or rough, depending on what Stiles needed. It wouldn't be too hard to assume that he'd been fantasising about Derek.

Stiles cocked his head and looked at Derek, biting on his lower lip as his mate's eyes glowed. Glowed at the thought of him being so ready for him, so wet for him. "I dunno, I just mean- if I'm too wet you might not get the friction," he whispered, though he could feel his own arousal starting to build quickly as he drank in Derek's reactions.

"I don't think it's going to take much to make me come when you get me home," Stiles smirked. "Fingers, tongue-" he was relaxing, he was feeling more confident, leaning over to Derek. "You could probably just pull out the plug and push yourself inside me and I'd come before you even had a chance to knot up."

They'd be able to leave soon. And it wasn't a long drive, but Stiles wasn't going to be able to keep to himself on the drive home. Especially knowing Derek didn't have anything on underneath-

"It feels really good when I'm in you," Stiles replied, letting his concern slip away. Derek would make it good. Maybe it would hurt the first time, but he'd get used to it. He opened his mouth to say something else, but their waiter was suddenly back at their table, placing down their take out boxes and a large box that was possibly dessert.

"Mr. Armand has covered your bill on the house," the waiter said. "He said to call it a bonding present. That he's happy to see you so happy, Mr. Hale." The waiter looked around, seemingly a little bashful. "And he wanted me to remind you that your mom was very fond of his biscotti whenever she was pregnant. In case you needed reminding." He cleared his throat and gave Stiles a polite half nod, flailing in what was possibly a bow before moving away.

"Well, all the more reason to stay around here," Stiles grinned. "Then I won't make you drive for hours to get me biscotti."

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surlier
2017-11-14 02:00 am UTC (link)

Until he was sure, Derek never allowed himself to hope that he had a mate out there somewhere. He always wanted one, wanted all the sappy things that went along with the very real truths, wanted the kissing and the hand holding, and the dinners like tonight. Not to mention the amazingly hot sex and the promise of pups one day. One day soon, maybe.

"You know a lot of alphas. Most of the guys that work at the station with your dad, Scott, Lydia--" and while Derek was sure that he felt safe with those last three, it wasn't the same. "I'm glad -- I'm glad you didn't. That we got to talk about some things first."

That whisper was going to kill him though. Another one of those growls worked out of him, and he shook his head slowly. "You'd -- you'd have to be the Grand Canyon for me not to feel some friction from you.And you being wet is only going to make it better."

And his mate - his mate kept going. He sucked in a ragged breath, tried to think about something, anything that would keep him from getting hard. John outside with a gun, threatening to shoot him -- and that was eerily reminiscent of Wednesday night, enough that it kept his dick from chubbing up too much.

They weren't going to be able to make it home without touching, but looking over at Stiles, Derek found he didn't mind that at all. "The first time, maybe," he murmured back, full of promise.

"Tell Armand thank you," Derek replied, grin cracking wide at the reminder. "For both a lovely dinner and the gift." His head bobbed, grin still firmly in place as the waiter bowed and headed back to the kitchen.

"Really? I always pegged you for more of a tiramisu lover." He gave Stiles' hand a little squeeze. "Ready to get out of here and head home, baby?" As much as he enjoyed being out, being here with Stiles at his side, they had more plans for tonight, and Derek wasn't sure how much longer they were going to be decent enough to remain in public.