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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
2017-11-17 12:02 pm UTC (link)

Derek didn't need any encouragement to keep going, but he did love hearing those sounds out of Stiles, and lapped appreciatively at this throat for them, a happy little rumble coming out of his chest. One that continued through the affectionate term, and the hands through his hair.

"Yours," he agreed, eyes closing blissfully as he caught the faint edges of Stiles' orgasm, that thicker, sweet spice that he loved and enjoyed. Nosing under his chin, he breathed in deep, let that scent soak through him and shuddered, hips edging forward so his mate could have everything he needed to get there again.

And Derek? He was too far gone to feel any vindication in knowing he was right, that this would be that fucking good, that Stiles would and could come again and again around his knot.

But then he wiggled, and this close, Derek could feel it everywhere, the shift of his hips, the movement in his abdominal muscles, and inside. God, inside. He groaned, eyes flashing open long enough to see that look on his mate's face, and shuddered as he came again too, knot throbbing as he ground in deep.

He never wanted to leave this spot. Ever. And laved at Stiles' clavicle until something else caught his attention. His mate deserved orgasms -- he backed up a little bit, enough that his spine could arch, knot still locked deep within his mate -- and lapped at his previously ignored nipples.

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_stiles
2017-11-17 08:58 pm UTC (link)

This pattern of theirs, both of them coming over and over, bringing each other there was really wonderful, it was incredibly sexy. Stiles loved the reactions he was getting, he loved how Derek responded to him-

He gave a soft cry when Derek rubbed deeper into him, filling him. Fuck, he was so full- maybe it was just his imagination, but he was sure he could feel more and more of Derek’s come guiding up inside him. And it felt amazing.

Stiles was blissed out and relaxed, happy to just move as Derek pleased, as long as he didn’t pull out or pull away. He hummed at the shifting and the gentle rubbing against his rim. He absolutely wasn’t expecting the tongue against his nipple-

Stiles arched up and cried out louder as sudden, brilliant pleasure rushed through him, twisting in his belly. “Oh my God, Oh my God, Derek-“ he sobbed, writhing on the bed. His nipples felt more sensitive than they had before, and they felt incredible with Derek’s tongue on them.

He could only imagine what it would feel like when he was pregnant or breast feeding, when they’d be more sensitive. He hoped Derek would enjoy them then, too-

The thought- the thought and the sensation sent another wave of pleasure pulsed through him, his muscles trembling helplessly around Derek’s knot.

"W-will you-" he started, his voice rough from his moaning. "When I'm pregnant- when I'm feeding our pups- I want you to taste me then, too-" he whispered. "Like this. The milk-" Stiles bit his lip and groaned, writhing down onto Derek again.

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surlier
2017-11-18 02:01 am UTC (link)

More than having his knot buried inside his mate, Derek had looked forward to making Stiles orgasm repeatedly. something he had not failed to achieve, not given the way his mate smelled, and the almost continual throb of muscles around his length.

Much more, and he was pretty sure that some was going to leak past his deflating knot. Or so he thought as he rocked them into another orgasm, listening to Stiles' sob his pleasure out as his body moved restlessly against the bed.

He let out a low, approving short howl as he rocked both of them through another orgasm. As good as it was, they couldn't stay tied together for hours.

Or maybe they could, because as soon as Stiles started to speak, he looked up, eyes going wide at feeding their pups, his jaw dropping slightly. Milk. Stiles was going to make milk and he wanted Derek to taste him --

His eyes squinted shut as he throbbed again, so hard that if his knot hadn't already popped, it would have then and shuddered through another blinding orgasm.

"Fuck, Stiles," was the first thing he got out between pants. Other couples worried about getting pregnant -- they were really going to have to worry about Stiles not getting that way. As much as they both wanted it -- and the thought was enough to have him thrusting forward slightly again -- now wasn't a good time. It was logical. Responsible.

And so fucking compatible that he wanted to preen a little with it. That warmth finally had his fangs retreating, but his nails were still long and sharp, and his vision was still red at the edges. "Stiles," he murmured again as he nosed up to the spot where he wanted to leave his mark. "Wanna leave it here, mark you up before you're pregnant with our pups," he murmured as he kissed the spot, laved attention on it while he waited for Stiles' permission.

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_stiles
2017-11-19 05:20 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, you like that?" Stiles pants, feeling smug even though he can't really express it. "You want to taste me? When we're alone at night, when our pups are sleeping, and I'm full of milk- achingly full-" he gave a little tremble, clenching around Derek. "You'll want to help me, want to ease the ache until I feed our babies again."

He hadn't realised how much he wanted that. But he should have, because he loved Derek's mouth on his nipples, and it would be just as sexy when he was sharing what his body had for the children they'd made together.

He wanted to feel it now, he wanted to feel a new life growing inside him, wanted to see and hear Derek's reactions to his body.

Stiles hummed at the nuzzling, Derek's breath warm against his skin. "Yes," he whispered. "I want you to mark me, Derek. I want you to bite me, I want you to claim me. I want to be yours-" he knew that Derek would, that they'd be mated properly then, before Stiles was pregnant. "And I'll bite you, I'll mark you."

His fingers carded through Derek's hair slowly, petting him, adoring him. Derek was still nuzzling against his neck.

"Do you- you want to do it now?" he whispered. It wasn't as though he needed time to think about it. It wasn't though he was ever going to change his mind. Stiles' fingers tightened, holding Derek's mouth in place. "You want to claim me now? Make me yours so that everyone can see?"

Derek was inside him, his knot was still so big, he wasn't going to be pulling out any time soon.

"Is it going to hurt?" Stiles asked quietly. He wanted it, he was always going to want it, but he needed to be prepared.

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surlier
2017-11-19 09:57 pm UTC (link)

"Yes," Derek nearly growled and grunted softly, the clenching muscles pulling another little burst out of him. "Baby, I think you're asking the wrong question. It's not an if I want to taste you. It's when don't I want to, and the answer to that is never." It didn't matter where, if it was his pointy nipples, his salt sweet throat, his swollen cock or his slick, delicious entrance -- Derek wanted the flavors of him all the time. "Mmm hmmm, and I know how much you love having your nipples played with. Make you come while I'm easing all your aches." He liked the thought of that too, hips pumping forward slowly to keep his knot rocking inside him.

"You'll have to do it every day until your heat," he murmured against his skin. Every day until the days when it would stick, when it'd settle into his skin as a token from his mate as a scar, instead of continually healing.

"Mark you as mine, yes, want to. Want to claim you as mine --" to solidify what they already knew. It wasn't all selfless -- Derek knew once it was done, to everyone else Stiles' scent would be muted. For him it never would be, and he rubbed the tip of his nose against the spot where he intended to bite Stiles.

"It -- might," he finally answered, unsure. Unwanted claims always hurt, but Stiles said he wanted this one, and Derek said as much. "Right now, you're calm and happy. It's me," he said, like that explained part as well. And it did -- they had the ability to calm one another, a skill they'd shown already in the days before. "And right now you're riding high off so many orgasms, I don't know if you'll feel anything more than pressure." As if to demonstrate, he kissed the skin lightly again.

"But once it's deep enough, I've heard it feels very, very good." Which, to his mind, meant orgasmic knowing his mate and there was never going to be a time when Derek didn't want to see Stiles enjoying himself, especially when they were together.

"Or, we can wait." He even managed to say it without sounding like something was being torn out of him, but he couldn't quite hold back the whine that followed his statement. "We can, I just, I want to see it on you. Don't want anyone sniffing around you when you get closer to your heat," he finally confessed.

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_stiles
2017-11-20 10:45 am UTC (link)

“You’re so good with your mouth-“ Stiles whispered. Derek had never failed to bring him to orgasm with his mouth, the pleasure was always incredible. “They’ll be even more sensitive then, it won’t take long- but you are very good at making me come again and again.” He could imagine it so vividly, the way he’d be aching and full of milk, Derek’s clever tongue all over his nipples, relieving the pressure and making sure he came.

And God- Derek’s knot was still so swollen. He’d read alphas online bragging about how long their knots would stay inflated, which had seemed awful to Stiles at the time, being stuck with someone after the sex. But this, with Derek, he’d be happy to stay here like this for hours. Especially when Derek was still rolling his hips, still rubbing against Stiles’ prostate.

“I know. I trust you,” Stiles said softly. He wanted to reassure Derek that it was nothing to do with him. The kiss sent a shiver through him as though the skin were already incredibly sensitive. Like his body wanted it- and he was sure it did. He believed the talk of it being near orgasmic, too, and maybe that the bond between a mate’s pair became deeper and stronger afterwards. To the point that Derek would be able to tell when Stiles was pregnant, some said. But they also said an alpha, especially and alpha wolf, could tell that anyway.

Stiles tipped his head to the side, giving more of his throat to Derek. “Every day, huh?” He asked, fingers gently cupping the back of his mates head. “You can do it in front of the pack tomorrow, as well- but I want it now.” Even if it hurt more than it would in his heat, it would keep him safer, Derek wasn’t wrong. “Please? Claim me. I love you.”

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surlier
2017-11-20 11:46 am UTC (link)

"And you like it so much." Stiles' obvious enjoyment of his mouth made it that much more fun to bring him off again and again, no matter what they were doing. The fact that Stiles tasted great everywhere didn't hurt matters either. "And I love to do it, love to watch you, feel you when the pleasure gets to be too much and you have to come."

Staying tied to Stiles wasn't a measure of bragging rights for Derek. Making him orgasm repeatedly -- that was. But it wasn't something he would take to the internet -- this was for them. And the reason he was still so swollen had everything to do with Stiles, and the way his mate aroused him time and time again.

His trust vocalized was enough to have a shiver run down Derek's spine, muscles reflexively tightening, and he muffled his moan as he tightened up around the plug. "Fuck," he rasped out. There was no lie, no dip in Stiles' heart beat, no change in his scent. He smelled as good as he always did and Derek took a deep whiff of it in.

"Love you too." He let out a happy little rumble at Stiles' hand in his hair again -- he loved that -- but the offering was too much for him to resist. One arm looped around Stiles' waist, almost lifting him as he kissed the spot again, licked it as if priming it, and very blunt, very human teeth sank into his skin.

It wasn't like turning someone. This felt -- it felt -- good, and he moaned as his body curled into his mate's, knot throbbing inside of him as he whined through another mini-orgasm and blood sparked across his palate. That was it, that was all he needed to stop and return to licking the bite frantically, hoping to soothe whatever pain it caused.

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_stiles
2017-11-20 12:10 pm UTC (link)

“Mm, you make it sound as though I’m trying to resist coming,” Stiles smiled. “I’m really not, it’s just effortless when you’re involved. My very talented mate-“ Stiles hadn’t even come this much when he’d first started jerking off on his own when he’d started to hit puberty. It probably helped that he was an omega, his body was primed for this, but still, Stiles enjoyed every single one.

And oh, didn’t it make him smug when he felt Derek coming over and over, too? Even from just little things, just Stiles speaking, encouraging- his mate was so wonderfully receptive and responsive.

He’d remembered the plug, too, how Derek was still full of his come- he didn’t think he’d have the energy to fuck Derek after this, but he could probably eat him out, give him one last orgasm before they were too spent.

Stiles made a soft, pleased noise when Derek lifted him up slightly and held him closer-

He gasped when Derek’s teeth first pressed against his skin, making a soft little noise at the momentary pinch of pain before it changed. Heat and pleasure washed through him, making him tremble, making his body clench around Derek. It was blissful. He could hear himself making those soft, supplicant noises again, offering himself to his alpha. But it was hardly a problem. Derek would take good care of him.

The soft, pulsing pleasure continued through all of his muscles even when Derek’s mouth moved away and his tongue started to lap at the area. No pain. Stiles breathed out, feeling limp and content, petting Derek slowly. He felt another shock of an orgasm, arching off of the bed to press as close as he could to his mate.

Blearily, Stiles wondered if they could just do this every night even after his heat. Because he’d very happily sink into this happy space as often as he possibly could, and to have Derek purring, thrusting gently, licking at his throat- Stiles wouldn’t say no to that.

He could do the same for Derek now, even if the mark wouldn’t hold yet. Only during his heat or Derek’s rut. But if it gave his mate this kind of pleasure Stiles would do that every day, too-

“My turn?” He rasped the question, everything still a little blurry. “Or you want to wait until I’ve eaten you out later?”

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surlier
2017-11-20 08:29 pm UTC (link)

"I was more worried that you wouldn't like being knotted," he murmured quietly. Derek knew how to make it good, but if Stiles hasn't liked it, he couldn't force his mate into enjoying it. That, or the swell would be too much for him, take it from pleasure and into pain, and Derek hasn't wanted that either.

And fortunately neither seemed to be true.

Also fortunately, given the wonderful sounds rolling out of his mate, the bite hadn't hurt either. Not with Stiles making those little chirps that made him want to keep grinding forward, trying to pull another orgasm out of his mate. Not that Stiles needed it, because seconds later he felt him coming again, muscles drawing tight around his length.

"Fuck," he ground out. Nothing in his scent indicated pain only that sweet spice of his pleasure and Derek alternated between laving the fresh bite and pressing his face into the curve of his throat to breathe in his scent. "You smell so fucking good, Stiles. Feel good too."

He loved the slow moving hands on his hair, the ones that made him want to relax and be lazy like there was nothing else in the world but them.

"Fuck," he uttered again at the mention of Stiles eating him out. "Yes? Everything yes." It seemed like a good answer as he flattened his belly to Stiles' and stayed close. He could feel his knot starting to deflate and knew it wouldn't be too much longer until they could separate.

Or at least, until he could slide out. Going far wasn't something he wanted to do, and couldn't imagine Stiles wanting to either. "As long as I get a few minutes to recuperate," he said with a little smile and pressed another kiss to the point of his jaw. "Thank you--" he said quietly. And maybe it was strange, but his mate brought a whole host of things that Derek never thought he'd get. All of them mattered to him. "Love you."

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_stiles
2017-11-20 09:09 pm UTC (link)

"I was a little bit worried," Stiles said softly. He could admit that now. "I was a little bit worried about it hurting, or about not liking it. But just a tiny bit." Because in the end he knew that Derek would take care of him. He loved him, they loved each other. Derek would stop if he asked, any time he asked.

Stiles lay back in the pillows, a big, stupid grin on his face as Derek basked in his scent. "Mhm, part of being your mate. You like the way I smell," he teased. It wasn't the only reason, of course it wasn't, but he liked teasing Derek. He always had. "But you feel amazing inside me. God, this feels amazing. It feels like I'm floating," he breathed, fingers still moving slowly through Derek's hair.

He chuckled. "Everything, yes. I'll eat you out and then bite you," he smiled. A little wriggle told him that Derek's knot was finally going down. Not that he was keen for that to happen, but it had to happen sometime. Stiles had no reason to want to pull away once they could. He could stay pressed against Derek's body, both of them curled up in the bed. All weekend. Every weekend for the rest of their lives.

"Mhm, I'm gonna need a minute too, big guy. I'm exhausted from all these orgasms," Stiles whispered, grinning lazily.

He wrapped his arms properly around Derek as his mate kissed him. "What are you thanking me for, huh? You don't need to thank me for anything, I love you. Everything I have to give I'll give to you," Stiles murmured on. He could never have imagined anything like this, anyone like Derek being his mate, being his forever. The opposite of everything he'd feared.

"Mmph," he hummed as he clenched his muscles around Derek, trying to keep that feeling of being full. He let out a sigh, because he wasn't pregnant, he wouldn't get pregnant whilst he kept taking his pill. But he would. He'd do it because that was what they talked about. That was for the best. But his body wanted it- he'd found his mate, he could feel an almost empty ache where their child should be now.

"Hold me closer," Stiles breathed, wrapping his legs around Derek. "Don't let me go. Don't ever let me go."

He could feel the warmth on his throat where Derek had bitten him. Eventually he'd get up and look in the mirror, but that would have to wait. Now they were curled up under the covers, arms holding each other tightly. Derek was no longer inside him, but they were still as close as they could get. And he still had every intention of easing the plug out of his lover and making him come one last time. But for the moment Stiles needed this. The closeness. The comfort. Derek was solid and smelt of safety and home. If Stiles' nose was as sensitive as a wolf, he'd know Derek smelt of happiness, too. And the mixture of their sex.

"That was the perfect first time," he said gently, running his lips over the corner of Derek's mouth. "Perfect. You made it perfect. Thank you." He nosed at Derek's cheek and the scruff on his jaw. "You'll let me give you one last one before we crash, right? Can't have you sleeping with that in, you'll be humping my leg all night-" Stiles said, as light heartedly as he could.

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surlier
2017-11-21 03:14 am UTC (link)

"I love the way you smell," he corrected fondly. "It feels amazing being inside you," he added quietly. His head tilted back slightly for the fingers still moving through his hair. "One of these days, I'm going to fall asleep to you doing that."

Partially because it was Stiles doing it, and his mate tended to relax him. The other half had everything to do with those fingers slowly working through his hair and against his scalp.

"Maybe -- bite first," he murmured after managing to rub two brain cells together. That sounded like, yeah, that sounded like a good idea, and he let out a pleased little huff against Stiles' throat. "They were awfully good orgasms though."

One good idea seemed to deserve another, and when Stiles' arms went around him, he wiggled his free arm under his mate and held him a little closer. "You could have said no." However limited a possibility it might have been, it still could have happened. And it would have been horrible if it had. Derek growled a little as he pressed his face into Stiles' collarbone and smeared his mouth over his skin. "To anything, to everything. To me."

It would have hurt, but he would have given Stiles anything he asked for. What he wasn't asking for, and seemingly didn't want, was for them to separate, and Derek was all too happy to moan at that clench, his own arms tightening up as he did his best to press closer, knot giving another, duller throb.

"I'm never letting you go. Not unless you want me to." That was the only reason why he ever would, and those words seemed further and further from Stiles' mouth. Something he was grateful for.

Under the covers, the bed reeked of them. He probably should have thought to put a towel down before they ended up in bed, but now his bed was coated in the scent of their sex and them, and he wasn't sure that he wasn't going to wake Stiles up humping his leg cause the scent soaked in while he was sleeping.

"You're welcome," he murmured, eyes drifting closed at the almost kiss. "Yeah. Yeah. Can't promise it'll be much--" his balls already felt a little sore from their earlier activities, but this was his mate. Even if he could resist Stiles, Derek wasn't sure he wanted to. "But I can't sleep with it in. Might have to wake you up anyways with the bed smelling like us--" he pointed out, and tipped his chin up to kiss Stiles, his lips lingering, even as his free hand came up to gently press on his claiming mark. "Want to give this to me first?" Before or after, it didn't matter to Derek as long as he had it.

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_stiles
2017-11-21 09:28 am UTC (link)

“Mhm,” Stiles grinned. “You love it, I’m sorry, thank you for correcting me. And I’m glad you enjoy being inside me, I was hoping you’d be doing it a whole lot more. We kinda need you to enjoy it so you can keep knotting me up-“ Stiles was pretty sure that that was never not going to turn him on.

“It’s fine if you fall asleep. I’m doing it to soothe you,” Stiles whispered. “I guess you falling asleep is the end goal even. Got to keep my mate happy and comfortable.” He would have hated himself if he’d said that about anyone else, if he’d heard himself being so submissive and compliant with his role. But with Derek- yeah, he genuinely wanted him to be happy and relaxed.

“Bite first,” Stiles acknowledged. “It did feel amazing. I kinda felt like I was floating, like I was just swaddled in pleasure. So maybe that’ll be good for you to be floaty before I eat you out-“ Yeah, he was really looking forward to it. “And I know, Der- I know. If I said no I know you’d stop or wouldn’t start. But I’m in this with you, okay? Forever. I want to be with you. You have no idea- no idea how I feel knowing i get to be with you, knowing we’ll be spending our lives together and making s family. I’ve honestly wanted you for so long, Derek. I could never have said no.”

“I don’t care if there’s a lot, as long as you have an orgasm. Most of my last ones were dry- well-“ nothing about him when he was turned on was dry. But he came less now, a lot of his efforts were going to making the slick that let Derek fuck him. Which was a great compromise.

“And you’re welcome to wake me up if you want-“ it wasn’t as though they had anything desperate to do the next morning.

Stiles hummed happily, breathing out a little gasp when his bite was pressed. He shifted over, hand pressing against Derek’s chest so that he could guide him onto his back, swapping their positions from earlier.

“I know it won’t last, I know it won’t even be there in the morning,” Stiles whispered as he ducked his head and nosed at Derek’s neck, swiping his tongue over the area he intended to bite. “But it felt so good. I hope it feels good for you, too. Until I can give you one that lasts,” he breathed, kissing the area too. “Are you ready?”

He could feel Derek’s pulse beneath his lips and a little flutter of nerves in his belly. He let out a little groan as his teeth pressed down, holding tight to his mate until he felt the heat of blood pass over his tongue.

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surlier
2017-11-21 11:59 am UTC (link)

"Gotta make sure you know how I feel about all your parts--" he grinned. "Oh, I'm not the only one that needs to enjoy it, but I'm glad you liked it. Glad you want to do it again. Kinda hard to get you pregnant without it, but I'm sure we could figure out a way to try if you didn't like it--" he teased.

"I am happy." It was one of the very few times after the loss of his pack that he was able to say that and have it be the truth. It wasn't Stiles' fault so much as inspired because of his mate. It wasn't surprising that Stiles wanted the same for him and he gave his mate a little nuzzle of appreciation.

"Mmm, I'm floaty now," he said with a little chuckle. "More relaxed though, less like I'm rolling in pleasure." It was still good though and still had him willingly pressing his whole body closer to Stiles. "Good. I'm glad to know we're on the same page." They'd gotten close in the months before his presentation and maybe, even if Stiles had never presented, hey might have ended up here anyway and Derek liked the thought of that.

"Pretty sure I can manage that for you," he said as he rolled over easily onto his back, greedy hands reaching out and settling on Stiles' waist, then sliding around to his back while Stiles settled into position.

"Wanna wake you up with a blowjob," a murmur as Derek tilted his head to the side, in an offer that he would never make again to anyone other than Stiles. It felt right to do this to his mate -"Yeah."

He inhaled as he felt the edge of Stiles' teeth, hands kneading a little at his sides, anticipatory. It didn't hurt -- there was pressure -- and then it was hot, and he was moaning, arching beneath Stiles, hips humping up mindlessly, his entire body drawing taut with pleasure at Stiles' claim. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby," he rambled, words turning into a shout as he clenched down on the plug still inside him and came, a few drops easing out of him.

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_stiles
2017-11-21 06:16 pm UTC (link)

Derek being happy- admitting that he was happy - made Stiles swell with pride. He knew how hard Derek’s life had been, knew all the loss he’d gone through. That Stiles could make him happy and help him build a new pack was the best feeling.

“Hm, wake me up with a blowjob?” Stiles asked with a purr, grinning. “That’s a very generous offer, but I’m pretty sure it’s very much for your own pleasure, Hm?” He was pretty sure if he asked Derek for one at any point in the day Derek would enthusiastically comply.

He also understood what a big deal it was for Derek to offer his neck in the way he was, what it meant.

The reaction he got from Derek was perfect. Brilliant. Stiles breathed out through his nose, fingers back in Derek’s hair, petting gently even as his mate writhed beneath him. And God he loved the writhing. He felt Derek’s orgasm, the tension in his body and the noises, the moans and the cursing-

Stiles copied Derek, licking gently at the wound even though it was already beginning to heal. He wanted his mate to know he was there to take care of him, even if he had super healing skills. Stiles would take care of him.

As carefully and subtly as he could, Stiles changed position so that he could push Derek’s legs apart, settling between them instead. His fingers reached down and brushed over the plug inside Derek. He caught between his fingers as well as he could, sliding it out gently as he began to kiss his way down Derek’s torso, nipping and licking as he went. He ran his tongue lavishly through the mess on Derek’s belly before brushing his lips down his cock and finally coming to rest between Derek’s legs. He was still open from the plug, not quite settled back to his normal tightness, so it was easy enough for Stiles to push his tongue right in, tasting the comeDerek had hadplugged inside him allthis time. Stiles moaned happily, pressing as close and deep as he could, curling his tongue, eating Derek out.

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surlier
2017-11-21 06:51 pm UTC (link)

"Pretty sure it's about our mutual pleasure," He panted our, as soon as he could think again. Of all the people in the world that he could, and should enjoy, his mate was at the top of the list. Some alphas wanted more than one omega under them, thought their knot entitled them to any and every free omega that caught their attention. Derek only wanted Stiles.

Breathing hard and nearly whining through Stiles lapping at his skin, his fingers traced up his spine and settled in his hair, much like Stiles had done for him. Already he could feel the flare of pleasure fading and knew the bite was healing up.

When Stiles was in heat, his own mark settled on his skin and Derek was buried deep in him -- he'd bite again, and it'd scar. He'd have his own mark to match the one he'd given his mate.

And as subtle as his mate was trying to be, he wasn't. It didn't stop Derek's legs from falling apart and practically inviting Stiles between them. His hips bucked off the bed at the first touch to the plug still inside him and moaned loudly as it was eased out of him and he finally felt like he could breathe again with ease. "Fuck," he rasped, shifting on the bed as Stiles cleaned up the mess left on his belly.

And as goo as it felt to have his tongue moving over his skin, it was nothing compared to that tongue pushing inside his still open body, his spine arching up and fingers clenching in Stiles hair. "Fuck, baby. Feels so good. Love your tongue, love having it in me, fucking me--" which only gave him an idea. Settling his feet on the bed, he rocked back slightly, fucking himself onto Stiles' tongue and nearly howling. "Stiles, fuck, baby, not going to last long with your tongue in me." Even with all the orgasms he'd already had, it still felt incredible.

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_stiles
2017-11-21 08:57 pm UTC (link)

Stiles moaned, muffled by Derek's body but still loud enough for his mate to hear. He liked Derek using him- again, those were words he would never have wanted to associate with anyone, but it was different with his mate. With Derek. He liked being pressed against, being fucked against, liked that he was giving pleasure, or was just the instrument for it. It didn't matter. He'd happily let Derek take anything he wanted from him, would let Derek ride him or sit on his face or hold him down and fuck him- He'd love all of it.

"Good boy," Stiles whispered, pulling his tongue back, kissing Derek's thigh. "Good boy. Look at all the orgasms you're having, you're a good boy for me." He took a moment to gaze up at his mate, watching him with dark eyes before he lowered his head again, resuming his clean up, letting Derek rock down on him again and again and again. All of the words Derek had said to him, they were easy to repeat. Easy for Stiles to say back. They didn't really stick to their gender roles, and Derek wouldn't have it any other way, he knew. He treated Stiles as an equal, and that would stay the same-

Stiles wasn't going to touch Derek's cock, just this, just his tongue. It would probably only be a little orgasm, but it would be enough to end the night on. Stiles would be more than satisfied. He ran his tongue around Derek's rim before pushing in again, seeking every sensitive little place. He debated pushing a finger in, but it would be more fun to have Derek come from just one point of stimulation.

"I'd get on my knees for you any time you asked," Stiles whispered in between laps at Derek's entrance. "Present myself to you, or go down on you, whatever you wanted. I want you to use me, I want you to play with me. And I'll do the same to you. Always. Tease orgasms from you, make you keep coming. You're going to come for me now, aren't you?" he teased, lapping between each sentence before finally pushing his tongue back into Derek, humming loudly and happily, especially now that Derek was tighter again. He curled his tongue, pointed it, humming all the while, knowing the vibrations would help a lot, too.

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surlier
2017-11-22 03:15 am UTC (link)

"You make it easy," he rasped out. It didn't matter how much experience Stiles did or didn't have, having his hands on him? It always worked for Derek. Or his tongue. Or his cock. Or any part of Stiles really. He couldn't be bothered to feel shame about it either, not when everything they did felt so fucking good.

And especially not when the words out of his mate's mouth made him want to preen. Growling a little, deep in his chest, he shifted on the bed, his fingers pushing into and curling around Stiles' hair with every lick. His feet pressed a little deeper into the mattress, alternating almost as if he was pacing as pleasure started to spark up his spine and make his skin heat.

"Such a good boy for me, cleaning me up. Love having you in me, doesn't matter which part of you I've got, I love it all," he rambled as his rim was traced, hips bucking up when his mate's tongue slid back inside. "Fuck, Stiles--"

He whined as he listened to the words coming out of him, hips twitching upward. "I am, I am, gonna come on your tongue --" and cried out when when he started humming, the vibrations traveling in and up, his fingers curling tight in Stiles' hair. "Oh, fuck --" and then he was, hips jerking into the air as he came, one hand on the back of his head to keep him there while he rode out the aftershocks, and his body finally splayed boneless beneath his mate.

"Fuck," Derek whispered, half dazed as he blinked up his ceiling, fingers crawling around his jaw to touch his chin lightly, pushing a little to bring him up. "Up, baby. Want a kiss."

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_stiles
2017-11-22 10:36 am UTC (link)

Stiles’ hands slid over Derek’s thighs, moaning gently as he felt Derek come once more. He was being held in place, and Stiles was more than happy to stay there until Derek was done with him.

He smiled blearily when he was guided up, crawling up the bed and up Derek’s body, straddling Derek’s chest as he had before, leaning down and pressing his mouth to Derek’s. They both tasted of sex, everything smelt and felt like sex. Or them together. He could feel the gentle pulse in his neck where he’d been bitten, and it kept a gentle hum of pleasure rolling through him.

“I still really like you calling me baby,” Stiles whispered, pressing the words against Derek’s lips because he really didn’t want to be apart from him. “Makes me feel precious,” he grinned.

He felt exhausted now. Maybe they shouldn’t have had so much sex his first time, but it wasn’t as though he felt any adverse effects. Just his tiredness and the aching in his muscles.

Inching to the side, Stiles curled himself up in Derek’s arms, making sure to cover as much of his body as possible.

“Nap, shower, cake?” He suggested. It was still early in the evening, and though he didn’t think they could have more sex tonight, there were other things they could do.

“Maybe we could start on Voyager-“ Stiles murmured, nuzzling against the nearly faded mark on Derek’s neck. “Or Cabin in the Woods- that film is something-“ words were failing him a little now, warm and comfortable and so tired as he was. “I love you, Derek.”

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surlier
2017-11-22 11:59 am UTC (link)

"You are precious," Derek mumbled back against his lips. It was sappy but true and Derek couldn't be bothered to mind about the sappiness level. His hands drifted down, one finger pausing to press at the center of his bite before they continued down his collarbone and chest to settle high on his ribs. "Anyone that says otherwise can kiss my ass."

All the orgasms and now, with Stiles warm and post-orgasmic next to him left him feeling lazy and indolent as they curled up together, all arms and legs and the hot line of torso. He couldn't help the jaw cracking yawn or the way he pressed his face into Stiles' shoulder as if breathing him in from six inches away was far too much and he needed his nose right on his skin.

His mate reeked of sex and pleasure and happiness. If Derek could have bottled that scent solely for him, he might have. "Nap, shower, cake," he confirmed.

"Cabin in the woods. It'll make watching Voyager easier." And it was a little scary, maybe Stiles would get scared and jump in his lap and they'd end up making out instead of watching the movie. He grinned, head tilting back slightly so Stiles could continue nuzzling at the fading mark on his own skin. "I love you, too. Now nap, baby," he slurred, those little touches making want to do nothing but lay there and enjoy all the inches of skin against his.

His arms folded a little tighter around Stiles' waist, keeping him close as he drifted off.

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_stiles
2017-11-22 06:04 pm UTC (link)

Stiles woke a few hours later, curled up against Derek of course. His whole body ached, but it wasn’t the worst thing he’d ever felt. They were pleasant aches, a good reminder of what had happened. His stomach gave a little rumble, but he was too content to move just yet. It wasn’t important enough to warrant moving.

The place he’d bitten Derek wasn’t visible anymore, but Stiles still leant over to press a kiss there.

Eventually the two of them managed to crawl out of bed and wander into the shower. As nice as it was to be clean again, Stiles regretted having to wash away Derek’s scent and the dried evidence of their love making. Another wave of sadness, an odd feeling of loss or emptiness slid over him. His body thought he should be pregnant, he should be carrying a child but there was nothing there.

He pressed his hands to his belly, rubbing slowly. He didn’t want to tell Derek, it seemed stupid that he was mourning a child they hadn’t conceived. The right time and place would come, they’d be ready for their pup. Now wasn’t the time.

There were a few messages from Scott on his phone, mundane things that irritated Stiles even more. He huffed and threw his phone onto the bed, stalking naked out towards the kitchen. Derek would make him feel better.

“I’m hungry,” he said to his mate, sliding his arms around Derek’s waist and nuzzling against him. “Can we have cake now?”

Stiles had looked at his neck in the mirror when he’d showered, enjoyed the shape of the bite and the slight bruising that was coming up around him. Scott would probably be annoyed. Stiles didn’t care. He should tell his dad, though. Before his dad saw.

"Should I put on some clothes, will it distract you from the film?" he teased, because damn, Derek's body was very much a distraction. Stiles' fingers trailed down his abs, to the tight muscles of his stomach, drifting around his navel before settling on the curve of his hips.

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surlier
2017-11-22 06:56 pm UTC (link)

Sadness smelt like electric tang, and the air before a snowfall. And he caught on Stiles as they left the shower, strangely enough. Sadness over losing his scent? Derek wondered as he pressed close, and dropped a kiss onto the bruised bite mark.

He didn't ask then, as Stiles didn't seem to want to say anything, but he could smell when sadness turned to the bright-sharp of anger, and he glanced over his shoulder as Stiles met him in the kitchen. "Absolutely." It wasn't fancy, but it seemed a little ridiculous to be when It was only them. Grabbing a spoon out of the drawer, he picked up the box with the cake in it.

"It will definitely distract me," he said with a grin. "But its only us here. Don't bother putting any on. I like being distracted by you." As if to prove it, he wiggles his hips a little in Stiles' grasp, and pressed back until his ass fit nicely against his pelvis. There was no way he was ready to go again, but he still enjoyed th feeling of being that close before he turned slowly and looped his arms around his neck.

"Do you want to talk about what's bothering you? You smelled sad earlier, but you came out of the bedroom pissed." Not with him, Derek knew that, but something had happened. He nosed under his jaw and kissed close to his pulse point. "Talk to me."

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_stiles
2017-11-22 07:57 pm UTC (link)

"I guess it helps you get in touch with your inner wolf," Stiles smiled. "Wandering around naked. Would your wolf prefer to always be naked? Do you know he's there all the time or does he just pop up all the time? Do you prefer it when you're shifted?" he babbled out in a rush, even as his stomach gave another grumble at the scent of the cake.

He liked the way they fit together, and even if it made him feel happy and warm, even if he liked the tingles, it wasn't always about getting aroused, and Stiles was comfortable with the closeness without being turned on.

Stiles also had about a million questions about being a wolf that he didn't think he could ask Scott. Mostly because Scott was a new wolf and didn't really know anything about himself, but also because parts of it were about nudity and sex and he didn't really want Scott's opinion on those.

The beaming grin that had spread over his face when Derek turned around slid away when his mate mentioned his scents. He still wasn't sure he should mention how his body seemed to ache to be pregnant now it had been knotted, because that was still kind of insane. He shifted, ducking his eyes even as he tipped his head for Derek to nose at his jaw.

"Scott just sent me some texts that annoyed me, that's all. He's like refusing to acknowledge anything is happening between me and you. I told him I was staying here all weekend, pretty much hinted it was a big night, but he just text me some shit about pizza and then another about how his hair hurt. I mean, how am I supposed to be like 'oh, sorry man, my mate had me knotted on our bed, couldn't get to my phone'? I'm just- just annoyed. It's nothing. I'll get over it-"

His stomach grumbled again and he forced a smile onto his face. "Feeeed meeee!" he whined. "I'm your mate, provide for me! Feed me cake!"

He did have a very good mate. Derek was a very good mate. And he was going to feed him cake.

Stiles pressed himself up to Derek's side, his own spoon in hand. "I might ditch the tiramisu for this when I'm pregnant," he joked, ignoring the weight that dropped in his stomach at his own words. He leant over Derek to get the control for the television, turning the screen on to a random channel and settling back down again.

Now that he was at a normal temperature, Stiles could appreciate just how warm his wolf was.

"You feeling okay? You're probably all healed up and stuff, huh? I ache, but it feels good. I can't imagine what it'll be like during my heat. What's your rut like? When's it due? I should put all these things on a calendar-" and work out when they were going to overlap. Because no amount of contraception would stop them conceiving then.

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surlier
2017-11-23 03:47 am UTC (link)

"My inner --" and he grinned a little as he listened to Stiles ramble his questions out. "First, it's less like an inner wolf. Maybe it's that way for Scott, but -- I was born a wolf. My inner wolf and I are the same. As for being naked, I enjoy it, and it's easier around people I trust. If I'm not, then I very much want my clothes."

He watched that beaming grin fall and knew it wasn't likely to be good. Only to have that confirmed with Stiles when he said what happened. "His hair probably hurts because he's been pulling at it. Don't--" he shook his head. "It's something, and it doesn't require you to get over it. You're allowed to be annoyed that he's been ignoring you for months so he can spend time with Kira. He missed that we were -- hanging out." Growing closer. Nothing had happened then, but it was hard to miss the way their foundation had grown during that time.

He pecked his shoulder and popped the container open with his thumb. "Just don't call me Seymour." But he really couldn't stop the way his lips curved when Stiles mentioned wanting this cake instead of the tiramisu when he was pregnant. "Whatever you want," he said, and took the spoon from his mate to scoop out some cake for him.

Random noise in the background, Derek turned his attention away from the TV and to his mate. "I'm fine. What else hurts?" Being sore inside was to be expected, both since it was Stiles' first time and he'd been knotted, but there were other pains that could be expected to. "You probably won't ache during your heat -- it's more like you're either satisfied or not. And when your'e not, you want to be."

Holding the box in one hand, he grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it around them. "My rut is -- you'll need to be here for it. I've never had --" the tops of his ears turned hot and he knew they were turning red. "Never -- anyway. It's, I get stupid. You want to fuck everything. It's like American Pie on steroids and ecstasy. It's pretty --" he frowned. "Bad. And it usually happens between January and March. Mine are usually in the beginning of March, but I've had them as early as January. I'll know a week or so before because I get -- aggressive. And territorial. It's not pretty." He scooped up another piece of cake, ate part and offered the rest to Stiles.

"I usually distance myself from everyone once I know it's coming but --" another shake of his head as he glanced at his mate. "I can't do that with you. Separating mate's when the alpha is in rut is a good way to send them into a frenzy. They'll hurt anyone between them and their mate, and sometimes even their mate. I don't want that-- I don't want that to happen to you." The next time he was due for a rut -- Stiles would be living with him then, they'd be together, and there wouldn't be anything to separate them.

"We'll have to let your school know when it's coming up, and they should give you a pass for it. But expect that I'm going to be -- very, very possessive." He wasn't sure how else to explain it, so he left it there and waited for the onslaught of questions he was sure would come.

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_stiles
2017-11-23 11:07 am UTC (link)

Stiles’ eyes widened, nibbling on his lower lip as he listened. “That’s really hot,” he whispered, running his fingers through Derek’s hair. “You and your wolf- I don’t know if I have a werewolf kink or if it’s because I’m your mate- have you slept with a lot of people with werewolf kinks? I read about it online and I’ve looked into a lot of it and I think it’s hot too but- wait, don’t answer the question about who you’ve slept with. I don’t want to know about that. But I think it’s hot,” Stiles purred, still running his fingers through Derek’s hair. “I think all your wolf traits are sexy. Your teeth and claws and eyes, your growls. Your knot-“ He squirmed a little and leant over to kiss Derek’s cheek.

At least those thoughts distracted him from his annoyance with Scott and the fact he wasn’t pregnant. Scott was being a jerk and he would have to get over it. It was hardly going to be a choice between his best friend and his mate. Because he’d always be with Derek and Scott would have to get over himself.

“It’s just my muscles that hurt, and I’m guess I’m a bit sore where I’ve been stretched,” he replied with a shrug. “But I suppose the more sex we have the more I’ll get used to it.”

He remembered his last heat, short as it was. He didn’t think he’d ever forget the way it had made him feel. He was glad, so glad he had Derek this time. He wondered how he’d feel if he hadn’t found his mate- wondered if he would ask Derek to help him through it. It wasn’t unheard of for omegas to turn to their closest friend to help them, and it wasn’t as though many alphas would turn down an omega in heat. “Have you ever-“ Stiles started again, realising sooner than before that he didn’t want to know about Derek’s past sex life.

Stiles moved into Derek as the blanket moved around their shoulders, poking at a bit of cake as Derek spoke about his rut, swallowing and leaning over to eat the bit Derek was offering. The talk of Derek’s rut was fascinating. People online would brag about their ruts, there was nothing as realistic as what Derek was telling him.

“You know I’ll be there,” Stiles whispered. “Of course I will.” He was doing some quick maths in his head to work out if his heat would fall in with Derek’s rut. Chances were it would, that their hormones would ensure it even if it made them a little late or a little early. Heats came every four months, ruts once a year.

“Will it be as bad if I’m already pregnant?” He asked. Ruts were very much to do with conception, and if Stiles was with child maybe Derek wouldn’t be as bad. No, not bad. Maybe his heat wouldn’t affect him as much.

“I’ll be here. Don’t worry. I won’t go anywhere-“ Stiles said softly, littering Derek’s jaw with little kisses. He didn’t want to add that that- Derek being violently possessive - was also a turn on. He didn’t want Derek to think he was fetishising him, nor did he want to be one of those omegas that needed to be worshipped by an alpha. So he kept that quiet, thought it best to assure Derek he’d be there for anything. He trusted that them being mates meant that Derek wouldn’t hurt him, ever.

And kissing Derek’s jaw also meant that he held back from asking just how wolfy Derek would get in his rut. If he’d mate without Stiles full shift-

Yeah, Stiles might need some help.

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surlier
2017-11-23 02:45 pm UTC (link)

"Do you like it with any werewolf or just me?" Derek had to ask. If it was any werewolf -- a low growl rumbled in his belly and he leaned in closer, until he was physically pressing Stiles back and down into the couch cushions. But there was a hint of a tease to it as well, in the curve of his mouth. He suspected it wasn't every werewolf that did it for Stiles. "Do I need to keep Boyd, and Isaac, and Scott away from you?" Except he was grinning, because he didn't believe any of them were any real competition.

As for his other partners -- he kept quiet on that even before Stiles said he didn't want to know. "I'm not with anyone else for a reason, Stiles. They're not you. So if you think you're going to get jealous of them -- don't. They're my past. You are my future."

Scooping out some of the cake with his fingers, he shifted his weight onto one arm and began to draw a chocolate triskele on Stiles' ribs. It was messy, but the design was clear. "Some internal soreness is to be expected. And some of your muscles, because they haven't be used that way before." A massage was in order, just as soon as he finished cleaning up the design he just made.

"Have I ever -- what?"

Maybe he'd take his time with it though, as he lapped a wide streak through the chocolate. "I don't know -- probably not? It usually happens for wolves once a year, and that's when they're trying to get their mate pregnant. If you already are --" he rolled his shoulders, unsure. His ruts he'd always spent alone, unwilling to chance getting anyone pregnant, or letting his guard down that far again. With Stiles, that wasn't a concern. "It probably won't be. The behavior aspect might still be there, but I honestly don't know."

His eyes closed at the kisses and for a moment, he simply basked in the attention of his mate. "I'm just -- I want you to know. To be prepared for -- I won't let you out of my sight. Some mates hate it and it's the one time of the year that the pack has to stay away." Because there would be fights, and they could be bloody and vicious. But with Stiles here-- he nuzzled at his cheek and bent down to take another swipe of chocolate off his skin. And if Stiles wasn't already pregnant by then -- "If your heat is anywhere close to my rut, either one of us can throw the other into an early one. And if you weren't pregnant before, you will be after." No amount of contraception that either one them were taking would be enough to stop that. And it wasn't like either of them would be in the right mind to keep taking it throughout.

His nostrils flared, catching on the faint edge of spice. If he'd known what Stiles was thinking about -- "You smell like you like something," he murmured and kissed the edge of his ribs, his navel, and then up to his solar plexus before they got too distracted.