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(( ooc: Continuation of this thread. ))

[Peter chuckles, as he's slowly walking around in the room. His hand lingers on Stiles' things, leaving his scent behind. He also takes a deep breath, his nose taking the boy's scent fondly. The scent he missed all these years... He made a promise to the boy that he will return to him and he will give him a pack. And Peter was keeping that promise, even if it took a bit longer than he expected.

He didn't switch the lights on, he could see properly. And why ruin the surprise? He studied Stiles' schedule for weeks, he knew when the boy will be back to this place. And this night he finally decided to wait for him and introduce himself. Peter couldn't help smiling. All this time the fact that someone may wait for his return was a strong force that made him go on, to arrange everything on his part again and finally gain some power. Now, before he would go on, he needed Stiles back. He needed to know how Stiles will choose in the end.

Peter wondered how the boy will, but he knew he doesn't have to wait too long.]

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I definitely think we're talking too much. [ He teases back, grinning, then rolls them over so Stiles is on top, grinning down at Peter. Stiles then leans down to kiss him, slowly, before pulling back and dropping his lips to Peter's neck, nipping and biting, before continuing on his way down.

His hands come up to begin deftly unbuttoning the man's shirt to spread it open, hands then smoothing over Peter's chest as he trails his mouth along the same path his hands are traveling. He's waited years to have Peter to himself again. ]

[Before Peter could say anything Stiles rolls them over and the only thing Peter could manage is a sharp gasp. His eyes close for a second as he kisses Stiles, hands coming up to grab at his thighs and feel him under his palms. Too many clothes... With a soft sigh he tilts his head to let his mate taste him, which takes a lot from Peter. He wonders when was the last time anyone could get near his neck like this. Maybe there was never a time.

He tilts his head to watch Stiles' fingers doing their splendid work, already being fascinated by them. And when Stiles' lips join the game, Peter practically purrs.] Oh, I like where this is going.

[He whispers, a hand sliding up on Stiles' side, under his shirt.] Take it off.

Mmm, I'm sure you do. [ He grins at that, slowly moving further and further down Peter's body. He pauses a moment to sit up and pull his shirt off, tossing it to the side. Then he's diving back down and licking, sucking and biting his way down Peter's stomach.

He stops and looks up, licking his lips, eyes lidded. ] Tell me what you want, Peter.

[Peter lets out a sigh as Stiles takes off his shirt. The scent of his skin gets stronger in the air, already filling his nose. He jumps a little as Stiles sucks at his skin, almost forgetting how sensitive he's there.

Peter tilts his head to look at the boy at the question.]

I can tell you what I don't want and that is you stopping. Go on and make me feel that sweet mouth of yours, Stiles... [He squirms a little, spreading his legs.]

[ Stiles' mouth waters at the sight and very eagerly slides his hands down to begin undoing Peter's pants, tugging them down once they're open, then pulling them off completely. He wastes no time in tugging Peter's boxers off either.

Then Stiles is leaning down and burying his face in Peter's groin. He may not be a werewolf, but he can still pick up small scents, and he very much enjoys Peter's. He then mouths up along Peter's dick, tongue sliding along the underside, licking and sucking until he gets to the tip, then easily takes Peter into his mouth, groaning loudly at the taste of him on his tongue. ]

[Peter shifts his hips to help Stiles take his pants off. He's trying to control his breathing, but it's difficult while Stiles is so close and so eager and...

The wolf jumps, taking in a sharp breath. His hand grabs at the sheets when he feels Stiles' mouth on his hardness. How many nights he'd spent thinking and imagining it and now it's there... and better than any dream.]

Oh, you've been practicing... [He laughs breathless, leaning his head back. His body shivers, hips tilting up into Stiles' mouth to seek more of that tongue.]

[ Stiles just smirks at the statement. Indeed he has, though none of the guys- and girls- were Peter, so in the end he eventually broke it off.

Stiles groans and moans around Peter, pulling up to pay attention to the head, his hand stroking the shaft as he licks and sucks at the tip, tonguing over the leaking slit as he does, then goes back down again, engulfing Peter into his mouth.

He definitely enjoys the way Peter moves under him, rocking up shallowly into his mouth as Stiles' cheeks hollow with suction. ]

[Peter swallows down a curse as Stiles goes on, his hand reaching out to grab his hair. He's not controlling him, not yet. He lets Stiles do it, because it's good and getting better and Peter wonder how he could survive without this for years. Without Stiles for years.

He lets our a shivering breath again, his finger tightening in Stiles' hair. He speaks before he could stop himself, his voice shaking from pleasure.]

I want to fuck your mouth, Stiles. And then I want to fuck you and make you mine again. For them to know, for everyone to know...

[ Stiles pulls off with a filthy pop, lips wet and swollen as he licks them, eyes lidded as they look up at Peter. ]

Nngh, yeah, yes. To all of that.

[ Stiles then goes down again, this time slackening his jaw so Peter can literally just fuck his mouth, his eyes never leaving Peter's face. He's worked very hard these past few years to get rid of his gag reflex. ]

[The wolf tilts his head to look at Stiles, licking his own lips. He wants to taste himself on the boy's tongue, to know he's there. But then Stiles moves in again and Peter's growl is louder than he intended.

He moves his hips to push himself deeper into that inviting mouth, one hand keeping Stiles still. Peter is trying to control his breathing as he pulls out and pushes back in with a hint of impatience.

And then he gets greedy, wanting more and deeper and faster.]

[ Stiles moans and whimpers around Peter as the alpha- his alpha- thrusts up into his mouth, pushing harder and deeper into it.

He takes it all, his hands moving to grip at Peter's hips for purchase, needing to touch him. Stiles bobs his head with every thrusts of the man's hips, feels the tip of his cock hitting the back of his throat. ]

[Peter bares his teeth for a second as his body is urging him on, to take and claim it all. He wants to come so badly, down Stiles' throat, making him taste him like that... The thought is already too much, it makes Peter call Stiles name like a prayer.]

Stiles... [He breathes, voice trembling again as he thrusts up sharply again, loving the feeling of Stiles' throat again his heated skin.] Your mouth... [Damn, he's about to ramble. So Peter groans, and bites his lower lip. He's close, closer than he thought. He tilts his head to look at Stiles; he's so damn beautiful and dirty like that and Peter loves it.] Stiles... [He calls him again, tugging a little on his hair without really wanting to. It's a warning.]

[ Hearing his name like that just spurs him on, Stiles sucking harder and bobbing his head at a faster pace, keeping up with Peter's own quick thrusts. He moans when Peter tugs at his hair, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before they slide open again to watch the werewolf above him.

Stiles understands the warning for what it is, but he doesn't relent. He wants Peter to come down his throat, wants to swallow it all, and then some. Wants to taste him on his tongue for hours afterward. ]

[Peter's eyes flash up red and wild as he feels his release coming. He's looking at Stiles so eagerly taking him and wanting him to take him. Yes, that's his mate there...

His lips part, but no words come out. Only a sharp gasp as his body finally lets go, bumping against Stiles' throat again. Peter moans loudly, arching his back and taking everything Stiles can offer him.]

Yes, that's it, Stiles... [Peter comes hard and greedy, with deep thrusts and a tight, trembling grip of Stiles' short locks. He was waiting for this moment ever since he knew can return to Beacon Hills, to take back one of his powerful allies in Stiles. He isn't just a mate, he's much more and Peter will take time telling it to him.]

[ Stiles groans when the first shot of come hits the back of his throat, the teen swallowing it down, then takes everything Peter gives him, licking and sucking at the tip, milking the werewolf for as much as he can get.

He swallows it all, then after a few minutes he pulls off, panting. He licks his lips and finishes cleaning Peter off before looking up at the man and giving him a wolfish grin.

Then slowly he crawls up Peter's body, his own thick arousal rubbing against the man's stomach as he moves. Leaning down he kisses Peter softly on the lips, humming quietly. ]

That was awesome.

[Peter is panting as if he'd just ran a marathon, but it was just a blowjob not worthy for this world. He's watching Stiles cleaning him with a smile and welcomes that grin. As Stiles moves to him he pull his closer to his body.]

Good to know you're this proud of your own work. [He comments in a low, hoarse voice then moves in for another kiss, licking into Stiles' mouth. It's him there, his taste in Stiles' mouth and his wolf is too satisfied about that.] You're amazing, Stiles.

[He whispers, kissing the boy again, not seeming to have enough of it. Stiles' lips will be swollen and show of everything they will do this night and Peter loves that. Stiles will look even more beautiful used and claimed by him the morning. He takes his hips and pulls him close, fingers sliding under the boy's jeans.]

[ Stiles groans into the kiss, returning it eagerly, enjoying the taste of Peter on his tongue. He pulls back with a grin, wiggling his brows a little at the man's comment, though he flushes a little at the latter.

His eyes flutter shut for a moment, rocking down against the werewolf, then arching back against his fingers as they slide down into his jeans. He missed Peter more than he ever thought he would have. ]

[Peter smiles at the effect of his words on Stiles. He squeezes his back as the boy arches, loving the way he moves.

So he slowly rolls them over and moves to work Stiles' jeans open.] Talk to me, Stiles. Your heartbeat is telling me many things, but I want to hear your voice too.

Do you think you can last until I prepare you and then come on my cock? [He challenges with a smirk, his fingers hooking in the hem of the boy's underwear.]

[ Stiles arches up as they're rolled, rocking up into Peter's solid body above him, shifting around on the bed to help make the removal of his clothes easier. ]

I missed you... I thought about you all the time. I tried to date other people but it wasn't- they weren't you [ And he sounds a little frustrated about it. ]

I'm certainly going to try. [ He grins a little at the question. ]

They weren't mates. [Peter whispers tilting his head to kiss into Stiles' neck after he got rid of the last bit of clothing of the boy.] Werewolves choose mate for life, Stiles. Maybe you can feel just a little of it too.

[Peter wonders, though, if Stiles really feels that mating bond or if it's something else. As for him, he's sure he's not going to be mated anymore to anyone. And he already knows he will be possessive of this one, because he knew Stiles wasn't keeping away from pleasures, but he can still feel annoyed because of it. Playtime is over.]

Let's see how dedicated you are. [He mutters, kissing into Stiles' neck again, scraping his human teeth over his skin. His hand smoothly slides low to take the boy's hardness and stroke him a little.] Where do you keep the lube?

I do. [ He figured that out a few months after Peter left. Felt that emptiness inside of him, felt the ache of longing for Peter that never went away. Not even when he got to college and buried himself in his homework and classes and parties and new friends.

And every person he slept with wasn't enough, it wasn't Peter. And he thinks, maybe, he knew Peter was back in town before he even realized it fully. He'd been on edge the last few days and didn't know why. He thinks maybe his body and heart knew. His mate had returned. ]

In the.. aah.. side table, drawer, over there. [ He flops a hand out toward the table by the bed, groaning as he rocks up into Peter's hand, tilts his head and bears more of his throat to his alpha. ]

[Peter is glad Stiles can't see his damn smile at those words. It must be ugly on his face, a smile like that. He takes what is offered and takes his time to suck a light bruise into Stiles' neck, as a first sign of their reunion. After that, he just kisses his neck a bit gentler before he moves to take the bottle from the drawer.]

[Peter is not saying anything as he kneels over Stiles and opens the bottle, looking at him in almost awe. His mate, indeed.] Let me see you. [He growls before he could stop himself, coating his fingers.]

[ He makes a low noise as Peter sucks a mark into his skin, shivering at the thought of Peter marking him now, basking in the attention.

Stiles likes it- loves it- when Peter growls like that, and he groans softly as he stretches out on the bed under him, spreading his legs for the man and offering himself up for his alpha- his mate- to take him.

He's waited years for this moment. ]

[Peter's eyes flare up as Stiles obeys him without question. He hopes the boy will be like this when he has other requests to make to him.

[He rewards the act with a kiss, leaning over to the boy and pressing his lips against his. The same time as his finger circle his entrance and slide in.]

Just as I remembered... [He smirks, thrusting into Stiles deeper.]

[ Stiles moans into the kiss as he feels Peter pressing a finger into him, body arching in response. ]

Peter... [ It's a low whine when the man's name falls from his lips, panting softly into the kiss as he moves under him, rocking down onto his finger. ]

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