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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
2017-11-11 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.

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_stiles
2017-11-14 08:45 am UTC (link)

“I could hardly ask Scott or Lydia advice on what to do about my desperate need for sex every few weeks,” Stiles chuckled. “I couldn’t tell either of them what I was worried about.” His fingers reached over and ran over the back of Derek’s hand. “I’m glad, too. I’m glad we got to talk. I’m glad I came to see you.”

A pleased flush crept through his cheeks when Derek complimented him. And his body. And the things it was doing.

“Hey, I love tiramisu, but unless you can get someone to make me a decaf one I’m going to just have the biscotti. Apparently it’s what Hale pups like when they’re growing,” he said fondly. The Hale pups that he’d be growing in his belly. “Let’s go and practise.”

Stiles knew he was going to have problems in the car on the way home. Well- ‘problems’. As soon as the car doors closed, as soon as they were alone, Stiles’ hands were creeping over to Derek’s thigh, sliding up to rest near his crotch.

“Promise I won’t do this all the way home,” he whispered, grazing his fingers over the slightly swollen shape of Derek’s cock. “Just- just want to make sure you’re ready,” he teased. Now that he’d moved, gotten up, walked to the car, sat down again, now he could feel how wet he was. The plug was helping even less. “I’ve changed my mind, I’m not nervous, I want you inside me.”

There was no way Derek could drive them safely (and quickly) home if Stiles was going down on him. He whined and pulled his hand away, putting it in his own lap, pressing against his own cock instead. Well, sitting beside Derek and jerking off was probably going to be just as distracting, but they weren’t too far from home.

“Just- just rip my clothes off when we get in, please?” Stiles begged softly, fidgeting, even though it just moved the plug around and made him wetter and harder. He felt his heart hammering when he saw their destination, almost forgetting to grab their take away boxes in his eagerness to get inside. But the cake made it safely to the kitchen counter before Stiles couldn’t take anymore, striding across the unacceptable space between himself and Derek, throwing himself into his mates arms.

“I need to be naked now. I need to feel your hands on my skin. Please-“ he nuzzled at Derek’s jaw, licking the stubble lovingly. “I need you inside me.”

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surlier
2017-11-14 11:55 am UTC (link)

"Apparently," Derek remarked with some fondness. Stiles wanted to eat what his mom had, what she'd craved when she was pregnant, what her pups had wanted--

He barely managed to be decent on the walk out to the car, and it seemed like once they were behind closed doors, Stiles didn't want him to be anymore, and he moaned, head rolling back against the head rest as his mate teased him. "I'm so ready for you-"

But he smiled, pleased, when Stiles said he wasn't nervous anymore. "Good. I don't want you to be. I want you to enjoy this so much, baby," because it was something they'd be doing a lot more of in the future if he did.

While Stiles managed the boxes, Derek managed to get them inside and as soon as they were safely on the counter, he had his arms full of his mate, cock pressing up insistently against the front of his jeans. "Yeah, you do," he agreed right before their lips met. He didn't tear his clothes off, only because he wanted to see Stiles in these clothes again, but it was a very near thing. As soon as he had enough buttons to pull them off, he was, leaving them littered across the floor, interspersed with his own.

By the time they crossed the threshold to his bedroom, they were both naked, and Derek had his hands full of Stiles' bottom, his index fingers both toying with the plug. "Harder to smell you around this, but I'm going to take it out soon. Gonna have my face pressed right here so I can smell you, taste you as soon as it comes out, cause I know you're wet around it," he growled as he edged them closer to the bed.

"Want you, want you so fucking much, thought about this all week."

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_stiles
2017-11-14 06:01 pm UTC (link)

“So ready for me-“ Stiles echoes, because it was one of the loveliest things he’d ever heard. “I’m going to enjoy it. I’m with you, of course I’ll enjoy it. I’ve never done anything with you I haven’t enjoyed. Well, since the beginning of this week,” he added, because they’d been in some scrapes in their time.

Stiles was glad of the cool air on his hot skin as they both stripped, moaning shamelessly loud as Derek’s fingers toyed with the plug between his legs.

“God, don’t worry, I’m so wet behind this,” Stiles breathed. He was surprised more wasn’t leaking out, but Derek was going to get a very nice surprise when he pulled the plug out. He bit his lip at his mate’s promise, not only because he loved Derek’s mouth between his legs, but also because the noises Derek made when he was down there were so incredibly erotic. Stiles liked that Derek liked it that much.

“God, me too- I kept thinking I shouldn’t have waited-“ he shouldn’t have been so sentimental, they could have been knotting all week, since he’d first come to see Derek. But this was for the best. They would both enjoy it and know nothing was rushed, and there’s be no unexpected little Hales sooner than planned. “I’m glad it’s time now. I’m glad it’s going to be you-“ Stiles leant up, brushing their lips together. “Taking my virginity, giving me my first knot-“ he smirked, as though Derek would need more encouragement.

Stiles moved away, his fingers lingering on Derek’s body as he climbed onto the bed, laying back and spreading his legs to show off the base of the plug. His fingers toyed with it, pressing it, letting out a moan and feeling more slick leak from around it.

“You need to get this out of me now,” he purred, his eyes lingering on Derek’s erection. “And you need to be inside me- fingers, tongue, dick, I don’t care. I need you inside me.”

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surlier
2017-11-14 09:44 pm UTC (link)

His eyes flared slightly at the confession, chest puffing out a little that Stiles had enjoyed it all between them. Derek knew he had, hell, he'd been there to watch and taste and enjoy every one of Stiles' orgasms, but he still enjoyed hearing it.

"Know you are. You always get so wet, I love it." Knowing that he got Stiles that aroused -- yeah, his cock slapped up against his belly. "I've taken all the rest," he said, a little smugly. Before Stiles knew, he'd told him that as an alpha, he'd urge him to explore his sexuality. As an alpha that hoped to one day have a mate of his own -- it made him want to howl and preen that every virginity that Stiles had was his. "You're going to love it," he promised as he crawled up onto the bed, breaths coming raggedly once Stiles began to play with the plug.

"Need something real," he muttered as he reached for it too, sliding it slowly back and forth, not working the thickest part out yet, just letting it catch. "This is what it's like with a knot, once it pops."

It was so easy to slide out with how wet his mate was, but he leaned down at the last minute, laving over his opening and groaning as he finally got the smell and taste that the plug had been locking away. "Fuck, baby," he growled, dropping the toy on the bed and quickly replacing it with two fingers, a third teasing at his entrance. "You wanna come like this baby? You know how much I love having you come all over my tongue and fingers. Got me so hard last night I barely needed your mouth on me to come."

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_stiles
2017-11-15 10:43 am UTC (link)

Stiles still flushed at the mention of how wet he got. He liked it, he liked the reaction of his body for Derek. And how smug and pleased Derek was. He liked to make his mate proud- there were certainly some parts of being an omega that weren’t awful. The instinctive pleasure he got from making Derek happy or aroused was lovely. It made him tingle all over. And his body was so reactive to his mate-

“I do, I do, I need something-“ Stiles started before he was cut off by Derek touching him, touching the plug, moving it. He gasped as the bulb pressed at his rim from inside, shocked at how much pleasure he felt from the sensation. “Yes-“ he whimpered, one hand gripping at Derek’s bicep, the other hand twisting in the sheets. His cock twitched on his belly, precome dribbling from the tip. Already he could feel his orgasm beginning to build, but that wasn’t a surprise. He’d been waiting so long- and as Derek moved the plug he could hear how wet he was.

Stiles let out a mewl of pleasure when Derek finally slipped the plug out, feeling his slick sliding from his body.

“Oh, fuck,” he yelled louder when Derek’s tongue was there, licking over his entrance that was so, so sensitive now. Stiles couldn’t hold back the sob when Derek’s fingers slid so easily inside him. And it was better than the plug, just any part of Derek- “Yes- Yes, please,” he begged, pushing down on Derek’s fingers and moaning loudly as they brushed properly against his needy prostate, the other stroking around his sensitive rim. “I’m- it won’t take long-“ he whimpered, continuing to roll his hips, to ride against whatever part of Derek he was offered. He could feel his own wetness, hear it, and he knew it would turn his mate on even more.

Stiles could feel his skin flushing, feel it creeping up his chest and neck into his cheeks. He bit down on his lip but stopped, knowing Derek would prefer his panting and moaning. His fingers unwound from the sheets, trembling as they ran through Derek’s hair, making their way to the back of his head and pressing lightly to guide him down.

“Taste me,” Stiles panted, wanting Derek’s tongue where his fingers were, wanting to hear the moans of pleasure as Derek licked at his slick. He knew he was barely going to last, at least the first hard orgasm, but Derek could make him come again and again before he knotted him. Stiles wanted it, his body was eager for it.

“So close, I’m so close I’m gonna come, Der-“ He panted, writhing on the bed and letting out a sob as he came, clenching right around his mate.

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surlier
2017-11-15 11:57 am UTC (link)

He loved hearing, seeing, feeling his mate like this, so wet and aroused and all of it for him. But the sounds Stiles made - he couldn't even swallow his own moans made in response, his own hips hitching, seeking out contact but only managing to fuck into the air.

Fuck, this was what his mate did to him. He growled, loudly, at the hands in his hair, the way Stiles was fucking himself onto his fingers, the third slipping it on one determined downward thrust of his hips. Inside was nothing but wet heat and if he thought, for a second, about his cock being in there, he was going to come all over the sheets instead of inside his beautiful, needy mate.

"Do it," he hissed out, the tip of his tongue tracing his finger-stretched rim. Stiles' hand was on the back of his head though, guiding, wanting, and all he needed was that panted command to pull his fingers out and replace them with his tongue. He'd be fucking happy to. Happy to listen to his mate come this way, to be tasting him, to feel that fresh bit of slick against his mouth and cheeks--

He growled again at the warning, his fingers tightening around his hips, pulling him closer as he fucked his mate with his tongue and nearly whining when Stiles did come, slick and hot and clenching. a hand left his hips, reaching down to grip the base of his cock tightly before he rutted forward and came himself. He wanted to wait, wanted to be inside Stiles when he finally did come.

Lapping him up wasn't helping matters any, but he couldn't stop either. Stiles was so wet, and it tasted so fucking good, tongue pressing inside and laving over hip until Derek was moaning nearly continuously, and he judged his mate ready to handle his fingers again. Just to make sure he was stretched enough, ready for the knot that was going to be coming. "So good for me baby, love the way you taste, love it when you come while I'm eating you out," he babbled, three fingers tracing down his thigh and slowly beginning to ease into him again. "Shhh, take these baby, open up for my fingers, want to make sure you're ready to take my cock."

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_stiles
2017-11-15 05:08 pm UTC (link)

Stiles didn’t need the encouragement, he didn’t need Derek to ask, but God it felt good to be told, to be encouraged. He cried out over and over as Derek’s tongue continues to lick at him, to tease him, to pull him closer to another orgasm.

And God, he loves Derek growling. He loved that animalistic side of him. A part of him couldn’t wait for Derek’s rut, because as a werewolf he’d be even more keen to manhandle Stiles, to get him on his hands and knees and fuck him, he’d be shifting constantly and, admittedly, that kinda really did it for Stiles.

“Yes,” Stiles agreed softly, because he loved coming that way too, on Derek’s tongue, knowing Derek could taste everything. He whimpered, sensitive and overwhelmed by the building pleasure, but he did as he was told, keeping his legs spread so that Derek could push his fingers into him. He felt too tight now, too sensitive, but Derek was gentle, and he wanted to please his mate. He wanted to be ready for him.

Stiles felt tight, he liked the stretch, his thighs parted before he shifted and drew them up closer to his chest so that Derek could have more access, could get deeper.

“You want me to come again?” He panted, still pulling at Derek’s hair. “Please, please- don’t stop- make me come again. Or g-give me your cock-“

Three fingers were maybe just a little smaller than Derek’s cock, and obviously smaller than his knot, but Stiles was ready for that now. His anxiety gone and replaced with that desperation he’d felt before, that had slowly been growing since he’d found out Derek was his mate.

“Am I good? Your good boy?” he asked, raking his fingers through Derek’s hair again and again. “Oh God, Derek-“ Stiles groaned, trying to rock down against Derek again, his prostate swollen and eager for touches. “I’m ready- I’m ready for you-“ though he was going to come again, the pleasure curling up in his belly and flooding through him. Stiles cried out, a soft sobbing sound as he clenched around Derek’s fingers.

“Please, please, I’m so ready for you, please Derek, I need you inside me-“

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surlier
2017-11-15 07:08 pm UTC (link)

He was tight, so fucking tight but he took the fingers with ease, gripping them like he wanted them to swell into something larger, something Stiles needed and something Derek needed to give him.

"Of course I do," he growled, watching as Stiles oh so sweetly put everything on display, and he could watch his fingers disappearing into his body. He looked away briefly, only long enough for him to presss a kiss to his thigh and muffle his moan. It wasn't going to take much for either of them. And that was -- yeah that did it for Derek as he came up further, and cleaned the come off Stiles' belly.

"My good boy. You're mine," he growled with every fresh rake of fingers through his hair, vision going red and he knew his eyes were glowing. This was his mate, beautiful and slick and fucking eager --

He was already moving up, cock slapping against his belly. "Yeah, baby? You ready? Wanna feel you, wanna know how it feels to have my knot inside my mate--" he had to hope it'd been enough prep, because Stiles was so fucking wet, so ready for him--

Both hands wrapped around those splayed thighs and yanked him further down the bed, into the cradle of Derek's own spread thighs. His cock brushed against his thigh, leaving behind a trail of stickiness as their mouths crashed together. It wasn't a long kiss -- he needed to watch this as he curled over Stiles, barely able to stop from rocking forward and coming messy over his skin. He wanted more, the kiss breaking as his hips hitched, and the flare of his cock slid over the shiny wet rim. "Baby, Stiles, gonna--" and he did it again, moaning, hips pulling back for a third tease when the thick head popped inside, and his entire body went tight as he tried not to come.

His moan sounded absolutely wrecked as he buried his face into the curve of his throat and began to ease deeper. And he wanted to say something, anything to let Stiles know how fucking good he felt and how much Derek loved it, but the words only came out as a low, aching keen.

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_stiles
2017-11-15 07:41 pm UTC (link)

Stiles felt himself holding his breath as Derek pressed closer to him. He knew what was coming and he was excited for it. He wanted it. He let himself be moved around as Derek wanted, whimpering at the brush of Derek's head against his thigh, at the little trail of precome left on his skin.

Leaning up into the kiss, Stiles parted his lips eagerly, short as it was. He knew Derek would want to watch, would want to see himself pushing into Stiles for the first time.

He let out his breath in a shudder when he felt Derek's head brush over his rim, slipping through his slick as it moved back and forth. Stiles whimpered, trying to keep relaxed, letting out a filthy, wanton moan when Derek finally penetrated. The crown stretched him slightly before Stiles settled around his shaft - and he was right, it was just thicker than three fingers.

God, his mate sounded so beautiful. He sounded so good, making those sweet little noises, as though it were the best thing he'd ever felt. The gentle easing, the drag of Derek's cock as it moved inside him, felt as though it were setting Stiles alight.

He arched his head back, offering his neck to Derek to press against or kiss or bite as he so wished, breathing in short, staggering gasps as Derek filled him slowly.

They'd do this in a few months- they'd do this and Derek would come inside him, put a baby inside him. Knot him. Breed him.

"Oh, fuck-" Stiles whimpered as a wave of pleasure washed through him at the thought. Derek would knot him. They'd be joined together. His mate would fill him over and over again-

He feels Derek bottom out, feels the very slight swell at the base of his cock that teases his rim but slides in easily. Stiles doesn't know if he wants gentle lovemaking or if he wants Derek to pound him into the bed, but slow is probably for the better if they want to try and make this last. And he's really enjoying the feeling of Derek inside him. He's enjoying the feeling of being full.

"Der-" Stiles rasps softly, dragging his blunt nails down his mate's back. "Derek. You feel so good." His words come out in almost a sob, trying hard not to clench, trying not to move too much, to just enjoy the sensation. It doesn't hurt like he'd worried it would. There's a little stretch, but it's good. Derek fits wonderfully. And Stiles can feel the pulsing of his knot gently just inside him, can feel Derek's length resting against his prostate. "I think I could come without you moving," he manages to whisper. "I could come- oh God. You feel so good. Can feel your knot growing, baby. Can feel you swelling for me."

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surlier
2017-11-16 01:57 am UTC (link)

The sounds Stiles made never failed to arouse him, moreso when he was sinking into him and that low moan made his gums tingle. Control was - had he warned Stiles that his control would be so low? That his mate would feel so good, that Derek knew it would be so fucking good to slide inside him that his control would be shot?

Something that was proved with every inch he slid inside? He couldn't stop from fastening his mouth to the offered throat, sucking a mark high where he longed to leave a bite, his gut twisting as held himself back.

It would not be in a few months that he'd leave that mark. However good his self control, it wasn't that good, and he couldn't help licking slowly over the skin. Once Stiles was knotted up -- he groaned against his skin as Stiles cursed. "Gonna leave my mark here once I'm knotted, going to show everyone that you're mine, that you're mated--" and in a couple weeks he'd get his own while Stiles was in his heat--

His hips pulled back slowly, a whimper rattling in his throat before he thrust in again with a low, pleased moan, the plug inside him pushing up hard against his prostate. Gentle or hard, Derek was sure either way wasn't going to last long. Stiles felt too fucking good -- a sentiment his mate seemed to share.

And more, because Stiles kept talking, and his knot throbbed inside him, a little whine working out. Stiles could -- Stiles could come like this, just having him inside was enough -- and Derek had to let go, his nails growing into claws as he fisted the bedsheets. "Do it, Stiles, do it, baby, wanna feel you come so I can knot you up--"

It wasn't going to be sweet and gentle, couldn't be, even though Derek did his best to go slow and listened for any little sound that said he was hurting his mate. But he wanted him too much, needed this, as he pulled out to the tip and rutted forward again, hoping, wanting, needing, that Stiles came before he tied them together. "Baby, baby, Stiles, Mieczyslaw, please, need to, I need to--" The growl that came out was more feral than human as he stroked in again, his knot starting to swell as he rocked it in and out of his rim. "Wanna fill you up like you did me--"

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_stiles
2017-11-16 10:21 am UTC (link)

"Ngh, Derek-" Stiles whimpered when Derek's mouth pressed to his throat, sucking hard enough to bruise. He couldn't help the way his body clenched at that, couldnt help the way he tensed up with another jolt of pleasure. He made another soft noise when Derek promised to bite him today, to mark him today because he'd been expecting it later but- God, he wanted it.

The drag of Derek pulling back was just as good as when he'd been pushing in, but the thrust, the power behind it, the noise Derek made, and the none too gentle brush over his prostate, it made Stiles moan needily. So much better than Derek's fingers, and Derek's fingers were a miracle.

He turned his head slightly, seeing his mate's claws, and the glowing of his eyes. Derek was holding back, he was exhibiting a hell of a lot of control, but Stiles knew he'd never hurt him.

"You can shift," he whispered, lifting his hands to stroke them gently over the sides of Derek's face. "Don't have to hold it back. You're my wolf. You won't hurt me."

The way Derek pulled nearly all the way out and thrust in again made Stiles see stars, his body clenching at the shock of pleasure that rolled through him. And his name, the way Derek said his name. Jesus.

"Yes, yes-" Stiles whimpered, not at all surprised that it was only going to take a few thrusts for him to come. And the fact that Derek was shifting- did that turn everyone on? Was it because he was Derek's mate? He knew there were werewolf fetishists in the world, but he had no idea just how much he'd like it. "Fill me. Fuck- fill me up. Breed me-" he arched again, wrapping his legs around Derek, opening himself up as Derek continued to push into him. "Yes. Yes, yes, Derek, yes, oh my God, oh God-"

Stiles could feel the very slight stretch as Derek's knot began to grow and he let out a sob as he once again clenched around his mate. This time his orgasm was so hard, so intense Stiles' vision whited out. His lips were parted in a silent cry, his cock splashing his belly with more of his come. His fingers gripped Derek's arms, tiny little whimpers slipping out when he could draw breath.

He wanted to tell Derek to come, to knot him, to tie them together and breed him, fill him, but he couldn't form words. He felt even more connected to Derek than before, connected to his mate. It was so blissfully intimate.

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surlier
2017-11-16 12:07 pm UTC (link)

The touch to his face was intimate too, trusting. Stiles trusted him not to hurt when his control was at his weakest, but he was also right. He'd never hurt his mate, not while they were here, and not while they were anywhere else either.

"Won't," he promised. At least he wouldn't hold back once Stiles came, something that was getting harder to do with every clench of muscles around him, every sound that poured sweetly out of his mate.

Derek could listen to him all day and he'd never get tired of that, or the little rock up Stiles gave, how his body opened for him. "Will, will, God, baby, I will," he growled out and his control snapped with that little sob, the hot tight clench of his muscles, the sudden scent in the air of Stiles' orgasm.

He growled, possessive and feral as he tried to draw back again, knot catching this time and trying to pull it out -- no, that'd hurt them both --he let out another growl, this one of sheer satisfaction and rocked in, fangs dropping as he edged his growing knot against his prostate.

He could feel the pleasure curling up his toes, into his calves and up the backs of his thighs. "Going to, going to," he said around a mouth full of teeth, hips hunching forward, less interested in long strokes that pulled him out and far more intent on short ones that kept him buried deep.

He pressed his face into the side of his neck, sucking in Stiles scent loud enough that every inhale was heard as pleasure coiled up his spine and sparked in his balls, and he gasped out the one thing he could remember Stiles wanted to hear. "Mieczyslaw--"

And then he was roaring, thrusting in hard enough to move them both across the bed as he came, knot swelling up full and thick as he did his best to fill Stiles up with his come, to breed him full and true -- and growled as the plug inside him rubbed up right against his prostate and kept him coming until his balls and thighs were sore and he finally stilled, his body still curled over his mate's.