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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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[ 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. ]

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.

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