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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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[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. ]

Yes. [Peter answers quietly, watching Stiles intently. His mate, the member of his pack, the boy who was waiting for him during all these years.]

You're so good, Stiles. [He whispers, preparing him slowly.] You could come just by this, don't you. Oh, how beautiful you'd look. [He chuckles, kissing at Stiles' chin and adding another finger.]

I- aah- could but I- hnng- don't want to. [ The words are moaned out quietly, Stiles' body giving to Peter's fingers as they open him up, the younger man spreading his legs further.

Stiles tilts his head down to capture Peter's lips with his own, tongue teasing along his lips and teeth before sliding into the man's mouth to deepen the kiss. ]

Such dedication, I'm really flattered. [Peter smiles, leaning into the kiss. He parts his lips for the other, letting him taste him and then sucking on Stiles' tongue. The boy has such a sweet taste and now only Peter can have it. He prepares Stiles more eagerly as his own passion hits him again. Now dominating the kiss.]

Are you ready, Stiles?

[His voice is hoarse, his eyes red from passion and need. He will take his mate again, and make him his for the rest of their lives.]

You- mm- should be. I don't- not for just anyone.. [ And he means it, sincerely.

Stiles moans, shifting restlessly under Peter, panting and clawing with blunt, human nails down Peter's back, hips rocking down onto the werewolf's fingers. ]

Yes yes yes, please, Peter..

I hope you'll keep this up when we're not in bed. [Peter whispers with a smirk, loving the eagerness of Stiles' voice. He pulls back a little, taking himself and stroking. Taking his time to make himself hard enough for the other.]

[Then, Peter hooks his arm under one of Stiles' thighs to lift it up. He presses against him, his breath coming short and strained. He wants to take his time, wants to make Stiles regret his decision. Because why not. He presses in, slow and thorough, and then just stops, enjoying the moment of dominance for a little.]

[ Stiles lets out a breathy laugh at that- which soon turns into a low moan as Peter then pushes into him, making him arch up a little in response.

When Peter stops Stiles makes a low whine in the back of his throat, hips rocking downward to get the werewolf to move, whimpering the man's name. ]

Peter, please...

[Peter tilts his head adoring the blush on Stiles' face. But he's not moving, not yet. He lets the moans and whines radiate through both of them and oh it's addictive.]

What's that? I can't hear you. [He smirks, voice hoarse from pleasure and restraint of not to just fuck into Stiles. His breath comes short, shivers run over him from time as he's rocking slow and gentle into the boy.]

You are... such a dick... [ The words are panted out, the younger man restless under Peter, the slow pace driving him crazy, and any other time he might have liked it, been awed by Peter's ability to even do slow and gentle and soft, but right now he just wants Peter to fuck him senseless.

So he decides to change tactics. ]

I thought you- haa- wanted to claim me? I thought you wanted to make me yours, make me your mate. Let everyone know that I belong to you.

[Peter chuckles breathless, leaning down to peck Stiles' snarky lips.

Only his light blue eyes betrays his calm. It's the only sign he'd taken Stiles' challenge.]

There's little more I'd want indeed. [He hisses, baring his teeth for a moment.] But do you? Do you want to be my mate? Tell me, Stiles, and I'll give you what you want. Or rather 'need'? [Peter smirks, pulling out a little, slow and torturing.]

Yes, yes, Peter, I do. I really do. [ Stiles then grabs Peter's hand and presses it over his chest, over his heart. His heartbeat is fast- excited- but steady. He's not lying. Not this time, not about this. ]

I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine. [ His breath hitches when Peter pulls out, letting out a little whine. ]

I've wanted you for the past two years, I waited for you to come back. I never stopped. [ Wanting or waiting, even if he pretended not to be. ]

[As Stiles speaks, it's like a punch in the gut. Peter didn't expect the boy's words to have the effect they had. He hears and feels his heartbeat, brave and sure, everything Peter isn't, and it swears for him. It's like an oath and Peter isn't sure he can carry it anymore, despite he was the one demanding it.

His claws may pierce Stiles' skin as he's still keeping his palm pressed to his chest. Then he leans down biting down on the boy's lower lip before kissing him again. He growls at the taste.

Peter isn't saying anything, he's not answering to Stiles by words, but by hooking both of the boy's thighs around his hips. He thrusts in deep, his eyes light up red this time, looking at Stiles, his mate, as he starts to claim him. Peter isn't gentle anymore, he wants to show Stiles what he was asking for.]

[ If Stiles feels any pain from Peter's claws he's not showing it, all that flitters across his face is pleasure, and when Peter leans down to kiss him Stiles rises up to meet him, panting into the biting kiss and returning it with his own blunt human teeth nipping and biting.

Stiles wraps both arms around Peter's back and neck, fingers clawing along his skin as Peter thrusts into him, taking and claiming what's now his, and Stiles loves it- enjoys it beyond all reason. He's panting and moaning Peter's name into the man's mouth as Peter fucks him.

It's what he wanted, what he had longed for and now that he has it- has Peter- he's never letting go. ]

[Peter can smell the pleasure and the slight intoxication on Stiles' skin and already mixing with his own. As it should. He kisses the sounds and moans off Stiles' lips, barely letting them breathe. But he wants to taste and lick more, while he takes his mate the way he deserves it, the way Peter also wants him. The pleasure makes him deaf for anything else than Stiles' voice and his heartbeat.

When he picks up his pace, he licks along Stiles' jaw down his neck to bite into it. His teeth aren't fangs, but sharp enough. He's an Alpha now, his bite could turn the boy. And Peter wants that talk take place at another time, when Stiles is not fucked out of his mind.

Peter bites down with a growl, clawed hands scrape the boy's skin as he slides them around his waist to pull him close to his body as he's pounding into him.]

[ Stiles cries out in pleasure, and when Peter bites him his pulse picks up, but not in fear, instead it just spurs him on, moaning and whimpering Peter's name, how good it feels to have Peter inside of him, filling him up, claiming him.

In between moans of Peter's name the word 'alpha' spills out now and again, Stiles accepting Peter not only as his mate, but his alpha. ]

[The loud moan Peter makes when he hears Stiles calling him his alpha surprises him. He didn't believe he could get harder, but he did. He has a pack. A mate and a pack in him, something Peter thought he'll never have again. And now he has.

Peter closes his eyes, because he can feel Stiles better like that, smell him more. He buries his face into the boy's neck, breathing and tasting him while he claims him, soon making completely his.]

Mine... [He growls, barely noticing he said it out loud.]

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