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[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 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.]

Yours, yoursyoursyours. [ Stiles gasps the words out, over and over, rocking and moving under Peter, meeting each hard, rough thrust. His arms tighten around Peter, and Stiles turns his head to press his mouth against Peter's ear. ]

Always- always be yours. [ He thinks, perhaps, he always has been. Even before that night.

His legs tighten around Peter's hips, helping him move a little faster, more erratic, rocking down onto the man's dick, pulling him deeper into him. He's getting close. ]

[Peter curses as he pulls Stiles to him with one arm, while the other shots out to find some leverage. Stiles' words fire him up, and his ears are also sensitive especially on the edge of turning.]

That's a good boy, Stiles. Come for me, like you wanted. Come on. [He breathes, hips rolling against the boy.]

Peter, Peter...! [ Stiles chokes out the man's name, breathless and raspy, body arching under him as his human nails claw at Peter's back.

Moments later Stiles is spilling between them, coming so hard his vision gets spotty, leaves him gasping Peter's name, head tilting back and baring his neck. His body trembles in pleasure under him. ]

Yes, perfect, Stiles. You're perfect. [Peter groans, loving the feel of Stiles' nails against his skin. It's momentary, but the thought that he would have marks from the boy is enough.

He presses his nose against the exposed neck, giving Stiles what he wants, letting him enjoy the last drop of his pleasure. His scent is thick in the air and Peter loves it. The trembling of Stiles' body against his, his moans and breathes... it's must better than in any daydream. It makes Peter finally reach his peak too, for the second time, coming deep inside the boy with a hoarse gasp.]

[ A low, pleased noise rushes out of him as he feels Peter come inside of him, filling him up. His arms slide up to circle around Peter's neck, holding the werewolf to him, clutching tightly.

No, after tonight he's never letting go. Peter is his now.

Stiles' own trembling has subsided, the teen sinking into the bed with a content sigh. ]

Definitely worth the wait.

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