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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
2017-11-22 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.

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_stiles
2017-11-23 05:35 pm UTC (link)

“It’s just you. Especially now, but I think it kind of always has been-“ Stiles admitted. “I’ve always liked wolves, I kinda always liked the- wolf stuff-“ he murmured. “But then when I think about it I also kinda think I was always relating it to you- but you were the only wolf I knew for a long time and you know I always had a crush on you even before I knew I did-“

He went easily where he was pushed, purring softly as he stretched out beneath Derek.

“I can’t help getting jealous,” he added.”You’re so hot- and thinking of you on top of other people, knotting other people, them seeing you come-“ Stiles pouted, rubbing his nose against Derek’s jaw. “You’re mine.”

Okay, yeah he did sound like one of those crazy omegas. All he had to do now was trick Derek into getting him pregnant and he could be on the MTV show.

Stiles whimpered when Derek began to spread chocolate over him, and again when he noticed the shape. “Marking me again?” he whispered. “I don’t think anyone doubts who I belong to.” Not with the bite on his neck and the fact that he probably still smelt of Derek’s come, at least to more sensitive noses. “I guess a little internal soreness is what I get for letting my boyfriend take my virginity and knot me for an hour-“

He groaned happily when Derek ran his tongue over his skin. “No, I was going to ask you about omegas- other omegas. But I don’t want to know, even if they are your past,” he whispered.

“It’s okay, Der. Honestly. I know you, no matter how wolfy you get, I know you wouldn’t hurt me. And if I’m already pregnant I know you won’t be too rough. I know you’ll know. You’ll know it’s your child inside me.” He knew there was a possibility of alphas, especially wolves, who would hurt an omega if they were carrying someone else’s pup. But Derek would know, Stiles believed that. Right down to the new deep ache in his body that longed to be filled with their baby.

Stiles felt himself flush again, his cheeks all the way down his body. He bit his lip and held back a little giggle, which melted softly into a moan at the kisses.

“I was just wondering-“ he started. “Just wondering how wolfy you’d get- I was wondering how much you’d shift- if-“ Stiles ran his fingers through Derek’s hair again. “In your rut, if you’d full shift and want to fuck me-“ he said quickly, giving Derek’s hair a tug to pull him up to a kiss as though that would distract him from what Stiles had just said.

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surlier
2017-11-23 06:29 pm UTC (link)

"Don't think it's a kink then," he murmured, pleased. "There's always a -- a measure of compatibility between mates. Sexual, emotional, mental." There had to be with mates, something that was intended to be life long. Incompatible mates were -- unheard of. It just didn't work that way. And it didn't surprise Derek to know that Stiles liked the lupine traits, especially given who Derek was.

"I am yours." He tilted his head back slightly, eyes closing as Stiles' nose rubbed against his jaw.

"And yes. You think one bite and one knot and I'm done marking you?" He grinned, tongue tracing one curl over his ribs. "Mmm, virgins are usually a little sore after. It'll probably be gone by tomorrow." IF not, Derek would feel bad, and he'd have to drag the old claw foot tub out of the old house and run a nice bath for his mate.

Fuck, he might do that anyway. "All right. If you ever do, all you have to do is ask," he said, without giving away how many there were, or even if there were any. There were -- but they'd been close acquaintances in college, and he'd been chosen because they knew he wasn't an asshole. It hadn't been love.

"i wouldn't hurt you," he said quietly, sure of that. "If you were pregnant. I can't promise that I won't roll on top of you and try to hide you if anyone comes over, or bite at anyone that gets too close." But Stiles? No. He had no doubt of Stiles' fidelity, as Stiles didn't have to doubt his.

An eyebrow did perk up though as he flushed, all the way down his neck to the top of his chest. Whatever it was, it was something Stiles was embarrassed about. Nervous maybe.

His mouth dropped open slightly, the edges of his vision going red as he finally said it. "Jesus, fuck," and he went with the guidance of those hands, his body surging on top of his mate's, hips fitting between his thighs as Derek kissed him. "You want me to--" he panted out between kisses, his cock giving a valiant twitch as chocolate cake and icing smeared between them. "As a wolf?"

It was definitely a kink, but since it seemed centered around him, Derek could deal with it. Definitely. Orgasmically.

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_stiles
2017-11-23 07:12 pm UTC (link)

Stiles nodded his head, because it made sense. If he was destined to be with Derek, then he had been since he'd been born, so his interest in wolves - the interest that had grown into new thoughts as he'd matured - was expected. Of course he would be sexually attracted to wolves, he was supposed to be the mate of one. And it made him feel less guilty about his early sexual awakenings when he'd watch wolf on human porn, when he'd look at photos of knots, when he'd touch himself thinking about that-

He made his own growling noise at Derek's supposed knowledge of virgins and how they felt after. Of course he was being stupid, Derek probably didn't have a preference of virgins over everyone else.

"But tomorrow I want you inside me again," Stiles whispered, finding himself clinging to his mate as though there were some possibility of him being stolen away by virgins or some nonsense. "I need to get used to the feeling, I want to get used to the feeling. And we both enjoyed it-" he smiled. "Should make sure I'm used to your knot before my rut, so I don't come out of that too sore."

Stiles' smile grew into a bigger grin. "I have no problem with you getting all protective and growly about me. I think you'll do that anyway," he added, because he was sure Derek would be wary of anyone that came too close to Stiles whilst he was pregnant, and then anywhere near their pup when they were born. "But I like the thought of you- I like you being possessive. I want you to touch me and press me down and claim me over and over-" he whispered, even as Derek rested gently against him, the two of them comfortably close.

His eyes widened at Derek's reaction. Of all the things he'd expected, that wave of lust was pretty far down the list. Stiles hummed happily as his mate pressed even closer and kissed him, his thighs parted to allow him to rest comfortably there. Well damn, he should have told Derek that earlier.

"Yeah," Stiles breathed. "If you wanted to, I'd let you. Willingly. If you needed to. I'd love it. I'd be a good boy for you, I'd be on my hands and knees, wet and open for you to mount me-" his cock twitched too, a tingling between his legs where he was just getting wet. "I love you in every way. I want you in every way."

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surlier
2017-11-23 07:49 pm UTC (link)

He grinned at the growl, knowing why his mate chose that particular noise, and kissed the corner of his mouth. "I heard my sisters talking to girls their age. They healed, but they had human friends." The only other virgin he'd dated had been Paige, and they'd never had sex. She had died before they could -- and Derek laid his cheek against his mate's. It had been awful then, and he didn't want to think about it now. "You're the only virgin I've had sex with."

He nipped at his earlobe. "Its okay to take a day or two if you're sore. We have ten more days to practice getting you ready for your heat. But if my knot is what you want, I'll be happy to give it to you whenever you want." And they had plans for tomorrow while the pack was here.

"Though if you do come out sore, I'll just have to make sure you take a day off from school. You can stay here and rest. Recuperate." His grin promised that it would be while Stiles was naked, and definitely not alone.

"Good to know." That eyebrow stayed perked up, because he'd remembered something else Stiles said a few times. "And never let you go?" They needed to talk about that, but Stiles was so distracting --

Derek backed up a little bit, hand going to Stiles hip -- they were going to wreck this fucking couch and he couldn't be bothered to care -- as he rolled Stiles over under him. "Stiles--" he could smell his arousal now and laid down atop him, hardening cock flush between his cheeks. He nosed at his ear, nipped the delicate edge as he spread his body out over his mate's. "Only when I'm in rut?" His hips edged forward, cock rubbing over his rim but not inside. Not yet. His mate was sore but God, if Stiles kept saying things like this -- "I take it back. I think you definitely have a kink and lucky for both of us, I know how to fulfill it."

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_stiles
2017-11-23 09:28 pm UTC (link)

Stiles snuffled slightly, because that was a good explanation, and he felt a bit dumb for thinking otherwise. But he hadn't had girls around him growing up, and he didn't really know much about losing virginities. Scott had just been dumb about his, and Stiles hadn't wanted to ask questions.

"Really?" That seemed- a little odd? No. It was nice. "I hope it was a good experience for you. I mean, it's the only virginity you're getting," Stiles chided playfully, squeaking when Derek nibbled at his earlobe.

"I do like your knot. I'm a bit of a slut for your knot. I wish it would fit in my mouth," he whispered. Stiles knew they weren't really meant to be doing anything sexy right now, they were both still recovering, but it was difficult to keep his hands (and thoughts) to himself when Derek was concerned.

His brow furrowed just slightly when Derek echoed the words he'd said to him several times before. Not that he thought Derek was mocking him, but there was something in his tone, like he didn't get it. Stiles never wanted Derek to let him go. He wanted to be his always.

"Never let me go," he said firmly.

Stiles squeaked again as he was rolled over, humming happily when Derek settled again, feeling the pulse of his cock as it hardened against his bottom. He sucked in a breath when Derek spoke directly into his ear, then gasped out when his head caught against Stiles' sensitive rim. "No- no, any- any time you want," he panted. "You can have me any way, any time you want."

He turned his head, his dark eyes gazing up at his mate, pinning him down just the way he'd fantasised. "Can't blame me, can you? Look at you? If I'm lucky I'm going to give you a pregnancy kink- or at least getting you begging me a little bit to let you taste me when I am. Ease my aches-" he teased, referring them back to their conversation earlier. "There's a full moon after my heat, too. If you can control yourself whilst I'm begging you to fuck me, maybe you won't be able to then. But whenever-" Stiles lifted his bottom a little, rubbing against Derek's cock and hissing softly at the spark of pleasure and the dull throb that accompanied it.

"But any time. Any time you want me like that- God, I want it, Der."

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surlier
2017-11-23 10:29 pm UTC (link)

The change in position meant that he could nuzzle at the back of his neck, lick up the tendon on the side until he touched the raised flesh where he'd bitten.

"Really." He grinned, hips rolling slowly, his entire length starting to rub across his opening. "It was so good I knotted you for an hour. Remember? Wasn't that long ago. But maybe you need a refresher -- I've taken all your virginities. I was the first one to taste you, to swallow your cock, to feel you pushing into me --" he groaned, hands smoothing down Stiles' arms until his fingers could weave between his mate's.

"I was the first cock you ever tasted, the first one you ever felt pushing deep into you, the first one to knot you. So I hope you do like my knot. I hope you're a bit of a slut for it, because I want to keep giving it to you. Not just to make you pregnant, though fuck, I want that, but I love the way you feel around me. I love feeling you try to tighten up around it when you come, how that little shudder runs through your body and you get a little wetter around my dick."

He nuzzled up to his ear, making a small, inquisitive sound. "What makes you think I would ever want to let you go?" Was that why Stiles said it? Was that a fear he had? "Let me -- the only thing that would ever make me let go of you was if you told me that you wanted me to go. Until then, you're mine," he growled, squeezing the hands captured in his.

"And I'm not letting you go." His hips jerked forward, and God, he wanted. But Stiles was sore and -- "I have a you kink. But apparently my mate wants to hear me beg, even though I was begging for his knot earlier, squirming up on his cock--" one hand released Stiles' and reached under him, fingers curling tight around his length. "This cock. Remember me coming twice around you earlier? Once wasn't enough, I needed you again, you felt so fucking good. And God, baby, wanna fuck you again. Right now, mount you and knot you up slow, see how many times I can get you to come for me again."

That little lift had him moaning, hips moving a little faster. "I'd do it while you were in heat, but I want you to remember it. Want it to be all you and not just your hormones." His voice dropped into a whisper, "And I want to see if I can get you pregnant, even with both of us on pills. Then we can at least say we tried not to get you with pup, but you were just too fertile. Too ready for my pup to grow in your belly."

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_stiles
2017-11-24 09:08 am UTC (link)

Stiles sucked in another little breath when Derek’s tongue ran over the bite mark on his neck. It felt good. Really good. He hoped that Derek would continue to lick at it always, which was very likely. It was a good way of reaffirming the bond.

“Nngh,” Stiles groaned when Derek rubbed against him, rubbed the whole hardening length of his cock against his sensitive rim. “Yeah. I remember. I’m glad- I’m so glad it was you. I’m glad you took them all. I’d give them all to you again. And again. Fuck- you get me so wet so easily- can you feel it, Derek?” He knew his mate could feel the wetness that was increasing as Derek rubbed against him.

The nuzzle to his ear was comforting. Stiles clicked happily in response, especially when Derek spoke to reassure him. “I’ll never ask,” he breathed. “I’ll never ask to leave. I’ll never want to leave. I’ve waited my whole life for you, I intend to spend the rest of it with you.”

He grinned, wriggling up against Derek. “But I’ll beg so nicely for you,” Stiles replied. “But I like the way you bed, I like how you go from big, strong alpha to being desperate for my cock inside you.” God, it had been so good. So good. And they could do that again and again.

Stiles cried out when Derek’s fingers wrapped around his cock. He was harder and keener than he thought he’d been- all of his attention had been focussed on his wetness and where Derek was rubbing himself. “Oh- Yeah, Yeah, I remember- remember how much you liked it.”

His fingers gripped the sofa, groaning softly. “You could- you should-“ he rambled, because he loved the thought of Derek pushing slowly into them, the two of them moving at a gentle pace, Slow fucking on the sofa. “Do you think if you did it again now- you think our contraception could cope with us knotting an hour apart?” He grinned. “Yeah, yeah I want you to fuck me again. I want you to take me like this, like we’re-“ Stiles paused. “Like we’re mating. Like I’m a wolf too-“

Stiles’ groaned, echoing Derek’s moan. “Yeah, you’re right, I want- I really want to remember it. I want you to fuck me like that so I never forget it.” A tremble ran through him when Derek mentioned getting pregnant, mentioned their pup-

“Fuck, Derek, you can try as much as you want. Knot me every day, see if we can conceive-“ he whimpered, because he really was very fertile. If Derek kept fucking him and knotting him every day there was a chance. He could just stop taking his pill but- but that was dishonest and they were planning for when it would be best for their baby. But if it was a genuine accident-

Stiles lifted his hips again, moaning loudly when Derek’s head caught on his rim again and his cock slid through his slick.

“Oh God, I want it-“ he almost sobbed. “I want to be pregnant, Der. I want your pup growing in me. I want to feel it. I feel-“ an emptiness- he cut himself off from saying that. “Fuck me? Please? Now. Slowly- slowly- take our time- please?” They could go rough and fast and needy other times but now, right now he wanted the drag of his mate filling him and pulling back, wanted to feel each time Derek had to push his knot past his rim-

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surlier
2017-11-24 12:04 pm UTC (link)

Listening to Stiles' suck in that little breath -- he couldn't wait until he had a mark of his own, something given to him by Stiles that would always be sensitive, always belong solely to his mate.

"I'm glad -- glad it was me too." Even talking about it when Stiles hadn't known, and they were on the grass outside by his Jeep, it'd left Derek aching fiercely to have those first times. To be the one that got him to his first pleasures with another person, to have him here, now, his cock still slowly working back and forth across his rim, spreading his slick over his length.

"Good, because I want the rest of my life with you." They had decades ahead of them, and a little whine caught in his throat because he wanted that too, the years and the life spent with his mate.

"Is that what you like?" He grinned and pressed the edge of his teeth to the bite mark he'd left earlier. Not biting down again, just giving the reminder of it as he stroked Stiles' cock from root to tip. "Your cock feels fucking great inside me, and you're such a good boy to give it to me. Making sure I get what I need so I can come all over you. My good boy," he growled.

"And I think if our contraception can't hold up for me knotting you an hour apart, it's not going to manage through your heat." And he knew he shouldn't want it to fail, that it would be so much better to have Stiles wait another three months before he got pregnant, but he did. They both wanted it.

"Kinky," he nearly purred, cock throbbing as it slid over him again, approval thick in his voice.

"You want it more than once? Sounds like you want it more than once." And that? It worked for Derek as he groaned and drew back slightly, just so the head was balanced at Stiles' rim.

All he needed was that sweet plea, that voice begging him please and he was sliding inside, slow and easy. It wasn't like earlier where he felt barely in control, this was hot, molten pleasure spreading up his spine as he worked his length steadily into his mate. He moaned, hand drifting away from Stiles' cock -- if he knew his mate, a hand would get him on the edge of orgasm fast and given half a chance, his orgasm would yank on Derek's own. He didn't want to come that fast, not this time.

"Feel what, baby? Tell me." He nuzzled up against the back of his neck, groaning with every little shift of his hips. "God you feel so fucking good, so slick for me, so ready for my cock. So ready for me to knock you up with my pups."

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_stiles
2017-11-24 07:39 pm UTC (link)

“I like that you don’t stick to those gender roles-“ Stiles started. “I like that it you like having me inside you- I like that you want me inside you. And you say such lovely things. Such pretty words,” he murmured. He liked that Derek would, in a way, submit to him - at least there was that until Derek started talking again, started calling him a good boy as though Stiles had done as he’d been told and had been obedient- and shit, that was just as hot as thinking he was in control.

Stiles uttered a soft cry as Derek penetrated him, as his thick head pushed inside- the slowness was incredible, the way he could feel every millimetre of his length as it slid in. Pleasure blossomed in his belly and moved in a flush up his body.

He still didn’t want to tell him about the feeling he had, the desperation to be carrying a baby. Because he didn’t feel empty right now, the ache was dated by Derek being inside him.

“You make me so wet-“ Stiles panted, even though that was obvious. It was incredibly obvious. “I’ll always be ready for you, always want you inside me.” It felt so good, every little movement, and Stiles enjoyed how slow they were going. His own cock was rubbing against the sofa whenever they moved, sending more little spikes of pleasure coursing through him. “Can’t wait to be full of your baby, Derek- can’t wait for you to be able to knot me up until I’m pregnant.”

He gripped the sofa and arched his back again. Ideally he'd like to be able to present to Derek properly, lift his body up off of the sofa, let Derek see everything he was welcome to have; but this was so very good, too. Maybe when they decided Derek was going to take him fully shifted, then Stiles would.

"This feels so good-" Stiles whispered. "Slow- I can feel all of you. I want to be able to feel your knot growing, I want to feel you have to push it into me." He bit his lip. He was revealing an awful lot about himself- then again they were mates. If he wasn't going to tell Derek then he wouldn't tell anyone.

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surlier
2017-11-25 09:39 pm UTC (link)

"Antiquated gender roles about who's supposed to be on top all the time, maybe we should only have sex with the lights turned out and the bed sheets pulled up to our chins, missionary style--" except he was teasing because he had no interest in that. He loved having sex here, in the kitchen, maybe out int he woods. And he loved being able to see Stiles, wanted him under the bright white of the moon and the warm gold of the sun.

And he was glad that Stiles didn't lie to him. Stiles wasn't answering, and there was something there, but at least he wasn't lying. He nuzzled up to the side of his neck, tongue swiping out over the bite again -- he really couldn't resist it -- "You'll tell me when you're ready."

Working his arm around Stiles' hips, he started lifting him up slowly as he rocked in, enough for him to get his knees under him -- proper mounting position he thought int he back of his mind -- and growled as he thrust forward that much easier. "Can't wait for that either. And can't wait for you to have me like this--"

He pulled out until it was only the flared crown inside and slowly pushed back in, his entire length working to make his mate crazy. "I can do," he promised. Whatever Stiles wanted -- and he didn't think twice about all the things they revealed to one another. They were mates and he was a werewolf, secrets weren't going to be big possibility for them.

Derek wouldn't have it any other way. He inhaled deep, nose pressed into the spot behind his ear. "Every time I start to pull out, I can smell how wet you are for me, you're probably going to soak me before I knot you up." Probably leave his groin and thighs wet with his slick, and Derek groaned at the thought, hips hitching forward to bury himself a little bit deeper. "Fuck, baby."

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_stiles
2017-11-25 11:01 pm UTC (link)

"Both fully dressed?" Stiles laughed roughly. "Just pulling our pants down enough for you to get inside me-" He chuckled, but it wasn't unheard of back in history, or among strange, traditional communities. No touching except during heats. Stiles was very glad most of them were a lot more modern in their thinking.

He felt guilty that Derek could tell that he wasn't being completely truthful. Or that Stiles was keeping something from him. Holding something back. He turned his head as much as he could to look at his mate, touching his lips to Derek's jaw.

"I love you."

Stiles moaned softly as Derek repositioned him. Not only was the new angle incredible, but it was like being mounted, the way he'd told Derek he wanted it. The moan transitioned into a louder groan of pleasure when Derek thrust forward.

"Yeah, you wanna get on your hands and knees for me? Let me mount you, too?" he whispered. "Present your ass to me? Fuck, you're so deep, Derek. I can feel you so deep inside me. You're so big. So big-" his mates knot hadn't formed yet. At least not that Stiles could feel. "Can feel you rub right against- 'gainst my prostate. Feels so good."

He purred at the press of Derek's nose and the beautiful words. "Mm, wouldn't take much, huh? Can feel it on my thighs, feel how much you're turning me on, how much my body wants you-" Stiles broke off to utter a little cry when Derek thrust into him again.

"Love that you keep calling me baby," he moaned. "Oh God, it's so good-"

They were still moving slowly, even if Derek's thrust were slightly rougher, and it was even better than Stiles could ever have imagined.

"Like it slow," he slurred out. "Like being able to feel you like this. Like the way it's building up-" Not like every time before when everything had been fast, explosive. The gradual build was making him tense and relax over and over, the pleasure growing slowly, almost teasing him to climax.

"Derek-" Stiles gasped when he felt the first slight bit of a stretch as Derek's knot began to swell. It was barely anything right now, but he could feel it around his sensitive rim, that very bare pressure. "Can feel it. Can feel you swelling up for me..."

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surlier
2017-11-26 12:24 am UTC (link)

"Maybe if we're somewhere we can get caught and we can't wait long enough to get home," he murmured. "Maybe over the hood of the car--" It was certainly not what those traditional communities were thinking about, but Derek was sure that would be them, too wound up and aching, pulling off to the side of the road somewhere to have sex.

Yeah, that'd be them, and he was already happily growling as he tilted his head back for that little kiss. "I love you too."

His thrust stuttered a little at the words tumbling out of his mate's mouth. "Present everything to you. I'd come so fast with you rubbing up against my prostate--" unable to resist temptation, he gave another one of those short, fast strokes, the flare of his cock rubbing over it. "It'd be just like you with my knot, I'd just keep coming for as long as you were inside me--"

His words cut off in a moan and he could feel that slight swelling at the base of his cock and the warmth in his belly that said orgasm was closer than it had been. "I can smell it on you. And I know you like it, it's why I keep doing it."

If Stiles hadn't liked being called baby, he would have stopped. Simple as that.

One hand stroked up his belly, still avoiding his cock, and up to rub his palms over his nipples. "I like it too. You feel so amazing around me. Smell amazing." And with his other hand, he squeezed Stiles', his strokes long and unhurried. "Not going to be much longer, baby. You feel so good, been such a good boy for me all day--" Derek couldn't help it, he risked a look down, watching his length move in and out of his mate's body and moaned so loud his cock twitched inside him.

"Fuck, looks so good baby. Want you to see this when you're in me, watch me taking your cock--"

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_stiles
2017-11-26 09:41 pm UTC (link)

"You like that thought?" Stiles asked, turning his head just slightly towards Derek. "You like the thought of us being watched?" Because yeah, he could add that to his list of kinks no problem. He'd very happily let other people watch Derek fuck him, as long as they didn't touch. "And you know I've always thought your car was sexy. I really want to do things to you in it, but on it would be just as good."

Stiles purred happily at the lovely mental image he was being given, the sound changing quickly to a sharp gasp of pleasure when Derek pushed himself so blissfully deep, when he rubbed himself just right inside of Stiles.

"Fuck- fuck, maybe I need to get a cock ring. Keep me hard inside you-" he'd seen some online that were meant to be similar to knotting, that could be inflated when you were inside your partner that did the same thing. He could be hard inside Derek, Derek could feel the stretch, and Stiles could have orgasm after orgasm before he loosened the ring and filled Derek up-

Maybe he'd look it up on his phone when they woke up again, show Derek, see how he felt about it.

"You ever- have you ever been knotted before?" he breathed, because the thought of being able to do that, for Derek to experience that for the first time with him- that was ridiculously hot.

The thought, coupled with the sudden stimulation at his nipples, made Stiles cry out again, his muscles clenching around Derek's dick as it slid so easily in and out of him. And then Derek's hand was on his cock and it was going to be too much, slow as his mate was going.

"Yes- yes, want to see, yes-" he panted, knowing how good it probably looked. That had always been one of his favourite parts of porn, watching the person on the bottom be penetrated, watching a cock push in and out.

"Can you- you see me stretching for you? I can feel your knot growing, can feel it opening me up-" Stiles whispered, heat spreading up his thighs and into his stomach, his orgasm not far away. But he'd hold out until Derek couldn't move anymore, until they were tied together again. "I love it like this. Love it slow so I can really feel you," he breathed.

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surlier
2017-11-27 01:58 am UTC (link)

"I know us well enough to know that if we're out somewhere and you get me riled up like you did tonight, we're not going to make it home." He already knew that Stiles had an exhibitionist streak wider than his own, and he had every intention of fulfilling that kink too. "I'd let you, baby. I'd let you. In it, on it, wherever--"

It was his turn to moan at the mention of the cock ring. Stiles, forced to stay hard, orgasm held at bay while he fucked Derek into an orgasmic mess? Yes, please. "Fuck yes, want that--"

He'd want that one that could function like a knot too, like Stiles was the one knotting him up -- and he groaned, the base of his cock pulsing. He'd seen those rings at shops before, but he'd never had anyone that he'd want to wear it. Now he did.

"No, no," he gasped out, his thoughts following his mate's, and thinking about Stiles being the first one --

He groaned, back bowing as his eyes slammed shut and his forehead rested against his shoulder blade. His knot swelled more, but he could still move it in and out, only shower now as he fucked it in and out of Stiles' rim. "Fuck, baby--" but he asked, and Derek had to open his eyes to see it, to watch him stretching wide to take his cock.

The sound he made was punched out, and he couldn't -- he couldn't pull out, felt the muscles gripping him too tightly for him to do it without hurting both of them. "Fuck, I, Jesus, Stiles--"

He needed -- needed Stiles to come. Heat spread up through his thighs as he edged deeper, no longer trying to get out but trying to get in as far as he could go. "Baby, please," Derek whimpered as his fist tightened around his cock, thumb swiping over the head as he hurtled closer --

He rubbed his face against his shoulder, trying to slow down the building urge and couldn't, could not slow down the edge of pleasure and growled, mouth latching onto the side of his throat as his hips jerked forward and his entire body went tight with his orgasm.

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_stiles
2017-11-27 10:48 am UTC (link)

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Stiles grinned, unable to even attempt feigning innocence. “If anything it’s because you’re so sexy, you get me so wet, what am I supposed to do?” He smirked, groaning happily as Derek continued to press inside him, stroking in and out-

“Yes you want that? You want me to get the one that inflated so I can knot you, so I can keep us locked together and make you come over and over-“ Stiles’s voice was a little wrecked, breathing heavier as their bodies moved and his orgasm built up slowly. “- until I think you’ve had enough? Or until you beg to have me come inside you, fill you up like you’re a needy omega-“

No one else would ever get away with saying that to him, but if Derek wanted to then stiles was pretty sure it would do nothing but turn him on. He’ll, he was convinced Derek could hold him down and call him a knot slut or a desperate omega needing to be bred and Stiles would moan his agreement. But only because he knew how sweet Derek sounded when he was being fucked, too.

“Wanna knot you, wanna-“ Stiles broke off with another moan. “Can feel you growing, Der- feel your knot getting bigger- so good, you’re so good-“ he let out a little cry when Derek could no longer pull out, feeling the tug at his rim that made his cock jump. Softer cries fell from his lips with every roll of Derek’s hips, getting louder as his own orgasm began to crest.

Derek’s lips against his neck sent a sharp spike of pleasure through him, and moments after he felt Derek stiffen behind him, Stiles’ own orgasm rushed through him, his cock spurting gently over the sofa. He sobbed, trying not to collapse under his wobbly limbs and Derek’s weight.

“Oh God, Oh my God. God, Derek-“ He panted, enjoying the gentle throb of Derek’s knot, enjoying that they were tied together once again.

They really hadn’t even meant to have sex out here. Stiles had thought they were more than done for the night, but this had been amazing sex. So even if they wanted to control themselves it seemed impossible.

He let out a little laugh, gently lowering himself down to lay on his belly, drawing Derek down with him.

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surlier
2017-11-27 12:00 pm UTC (link)

"You're supposed to let me take care of you," he slurred against Stiles' shoulder. Whether that meant that he was on top or Stiles was -- using his own slick to slide into Derek -- it meant they obviously needed more sex. He moaned, hips shuffling forward as his knot continued to throb inside his mate.

"Yeah, I want that one. Mmm hmm, going to make you wait while I come around your cock again and again," he preened a little through the next spike in pleasure.

And before Stiles could lower them down to the surface of the couch, he pulled his hand out from underneath him and licked the stripes of come off his knuckles with a contented growl that quickly turned into a tight, tense moan as the laughing made Stiles tighten up, and he shuddered through coming a little more inside his mate.

"Fuck," and then he was laughing too, cause it felt good, everything from his knot being buried inside Stiles to the warmth of the man in his arms. Everything.

Though they weren't supposed to do this, apparently once wasn't enough for them, and he was fine with that. Really fine. Great. He nuzzled his whole face into the nape of Stiles' neck and breathed in noisily. One hand curved around his hip, holding him in place as Derek gently began to shuffle them into their sides.

It'd be more comfortable, and keep them just as close -- both things that were in high demand. "I'd love for you to be my first and only knot," he mumbled against his skin. "And I'd love for you to call me your needy omega while I'm fucking myself onto your cock."

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_stiles
2017-11-28 02:31 pm UTC (link)

“Nngh, fuck-“ Stiles purred. “You’re just- you’re so fucking brilliant-“ he breathed. It wasn’t as though it wasn’t clear before, but Derek would obviously do anything for him. Anything Stiles asked. And it wasn’t as though Stiles had him wrapped around his finger, Derek was just a good mate. Stiles hoped he was, too. He would do anything Derek asked of him.

“I knew you would- I knew you’d like that idea,” Stiles murmured. “You’ve waited all this time to find yourself an omega who also wants to fuck you, who’ll find a way to give you their knot-“ he let out another little groan as Derek rolled his hips, feeling the knot throb inside him. His laughter died to another moan when he felt Derek come again. God, Stiles really didn’t know if his contraception was going to work, Derek was just filling him over and over-

“I like that you like how I smell,” Stiles breathed out, because he really was fond of how much Derek snuffled at him and breathed him in. And to him, Derek smelt more and more like home, like safety. “Makes me feel good. Like I’m good for you,” he whispered. “And of course I’m going to call you that. You like it when I talk dirty to you don’t you?”

His hand found Derek’s on his hip and lead it down to his belly. He should feel bad at the thrill of the tiny prospect of them knotting twice in a day to be too much for their pills, but they’d tried at least. No one could deny that.

“Is there anything else we need to do this weekend? You need help house hunting or anything? I can help. I’m very helpful-“ Derek’s knot was still throbbing inside him, but already Stiles was sure it was going down. If they could hold out til tomorrow evening Stiles was sure they’d be able to stay tied together longer. “Need to work everything out so I can help before I get pregnant- cow I know at least one alpha who won’t let me lift a damn finger once I am,” he grinned , turning his head to as best he could to kiss Derek’s jaw.

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surlier
2017-11-28 06:23 pm UTC (link)

"Waited all this time for you--" they were extremely sexually compatible as far as Derek could tell -- and he wouldn't want it other way. They had similar interests, they'd both lost at least one of their parents, and they both knew that making a new family wasn't replacing what they'd lost. It was like a new growth forest after a fire.

And if that family started now? Derek knew it would be better to wait, but everything else said to do it now. To make Stiles pregnant during his heat, to fill him like he was now until he ended up -- he shuddered against his mate, hips bucking forward to keep him buried deep even as his knot throbbed and continued to deflate.

"You are good for me," Derek whispered back as his hand splayed wide over his belly. Possessive. Protective. "Can't wait to feel this swelling. To feel our baby kicking here. Feel it grow in you," he said just as quietly.

"And I love it when you talk dirty." His hips gave a little jolt forward. "Feel what happens when you talk dirty to me? Pretty sure you can," he teased a little. It shouldn't be a surprise that he enjoyed al the filthy things they said to one another. It wasn't something he was ever going to tire of.

Returning to his nuzzling spot at the nape of his neck, fingertips flexing against his belly, he simply breathed in again. Stiles smelled like -- like his. They smelled of sex, of semen and slick and arousal, but now his ssweet cookie smell was wrapped up in happy and laced with the fall scent his mate loved so much. Once he had his bite, his own scent would be laced with Stiles, and he pressed a little more flush against his back with that thought. "You are very helpful, but I just want to spend time with you. And the pack. Our pack," he murmured. "And of course I won't. No heavy lifting for you, so I'll make sure to do all the handling of your dick once you're pregnant, " he teased, grinning as he got his kiss.

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_stiles
2017-11-29 09:21 pm UTC (link)

Whilst there wasn’t a significant age difference between them it was still there, still enough that Derek really had been waiting. Stiles hadn’t at all. Certainly he’d had the younger teenage dreams of wanting to find a mate (hell, when he’d been younger he’d have been happy to have just touched someone or made out with them) but there had been no time at all between him presenting and finding out he was supposed to be with Derek. At least Derek hadn’t been pining all this time, looking for a mate he couldn’t find. At least he’d been pragmatic and thought maybe he just didn’t have one-

But their lives had always been twisting around each other, they had so much in common, as they’d found out from their times alone together. And not just the loss of loved ones. They were both a lot more than that.

Stiles smiled at the hand pressing to his stomach, at the warm feeling that flooded through him at the thought of growing big with their child; the first time they’d see the scan, the first time they’d hear its heartbeat, feel it move, see it properly in an ultrasound when it had a little face and hands and feet.

“You’ve hardly got a clean mouth yourself,” he teased, settling back further into Derek’s arms. “I read online that at various points in pregnancy I could get really horny and needy because of the hormones. I’m sure you wouldn’t be against fucking me whilst running your hands all over my bump, huh?” Yeah, Stiles was pretty sure he could just remind Derek how fertile he was and his mate would be ready to go.

“Our pack-“ that was nice. Derek’s betas had taken it in their stride with impressive ease. Scott hadn’t, but Scott was an alpha on his own, and another werewolf, and not really Derek’s pack. Maybe that was what was making it so difficult for him to grasp.

“I really think Boyd and Issac would jump at the chance to help you with your- nngh, with your school-“ Stile breathed, lettingoit out a little moan when Derek’s cock twitched inside him again. “That’s another reason I wouldn’t want us to go far for college. Even if they do. I’d want them to always feel like they’re home here, so I think we should stay here.”

Stiles brought Derek’s fingers up to his mouth, kissing them and nibbling on the pads. “Do you think you’ll turn anyone else? Will they and me and the pups be enough? I don’t mind how many betas you want. Scott wants loads but he’s a jackass.”

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surlier
2017-11-30 02:30 am UTC (link)

They did have a lot more in common than lost loved ones, but the fact that Derek didn't have to explain some things that he might have to explain to someone that had never lost anyone -- it meant a lot to him. It meant that he had less he had to lay bare to someone else, and meant more that he could trust Stiles to understand.

"Good thing you seem to like my filthy mouth," he said with a little laugh. Just hearing Stiles say dirty things could make him hard, when his mate really got into it -- yeah. Enthusiastically.

"I'm sure there are a limited amount of things which we could be doing where I would say no to fucking you." While rubbing his hands all over Stiles was not one of them. Or his bump. Or while sucking on his nipples until they leaked milk.

Or while their pack was watching. He growled a little, lips still curved into a smile as his knot gave one last twitch. A few more minutes and he'd be able to pull out, but his arms tightened around Stiles' frame, and he pressed his face into the back of his neck again.

"We can stay here. As long as the local colleges have what you want, we can stay." Wherever Stiles was, that's where he would be, and he knew that even if Stiles did have to go away for school, they'd be back here to raise their family.

To be with their family. Maybe on their property with the school they should build a little cottage, something small, suited for one or two people as they aged --

And was promptly distracted by Stiles doing something filthy to his fingers. Christ. He sighed out across his skin, but didn't pull back, happy to let his mate play as he willed. "I don't know. We have to consider that there might be others in the area that want to join us, or kids that graduate, or parents that come here because their kids are going to school here."

There were lots of other reasons for their pack to grow, and Derek wasn't sure about biting anyone else, save for if Stiles wanted it. It'd gone wrong with Paige, and he was sure it wouldn't with his mate, but anyone else? It'd always be something he'd worry about. "Speaking of Scott, I invited him to come over an hour earlier so we can talk. I'm hoping -- I want -- I know how important his understanding is to you."

And maybe they'd finally be able to bridge that gap.