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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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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.

[Peter wonders how he can come this much after Stiles sucked him off not long ago... But apparently, this is how he can't get enough of the boy.

He lets out a low growl, nosing at Stiles' neck before licking at the bite marks with a smile. He's pleased, his wolf is pleased, they could claim and satisfy their mate, their pack.]

I have to agree. [He sighs, kissing around Stiles' neck and chin in a lazy, content manner.] And it will get better.

[ Stiles grins at Peter, satisfied in more ways than one, enjoying the attention the werewolf is giving him. ]

Better than this? Well, I can't wait to see that.

Me neither. [Peter mutters in a low voice, tilting his head to look into Stiles' face with half lidded, red eyes.] And you will help me in that. We will be the most powerful pack these woods have ever seen.

[ He's pretty sure he's agreeing to a lot more than just awesome sex... but he agrees none the less. They're pack now.

Peter's words make him shiver, and leaning up he kisses Peter's lips, murmurs softly against them. ]

Yeah, we will.

((ooc: I think we can end this here? How should we continue? Or let's just do some random thread instead?))

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