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[Peter smirks as he opened the door for Stiles.]

A little early, don't you? [He teases and opens the door wider for him.] Come on in. You're lucky, the food's ready.

[Peter's been in Beacon Hills for a few weeks now, but his apartment was presentable only a few days. Since he preferred to stay for a long time this time he decided to renovate one. And of course they didn't really celebrate their reunion with Stiles yet.

So Peter also aimed this night to be a celebration and a date. And something else. But Stiles will know in time.]

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[ Stiles moans softly at Peter's teasing touch, arching into it and then huffing in disappointment when he pulls away. ]

Tell me how you want me, Peter.

[ It's soft and a little breathless as he says it, sitting back on his knees and spreading his legs a little now that he's completely naked on the table. ]

Like this. [Peter smirks, looking up at the boy. He reaches out, stroking Stiles' thighs and leans in to take a lick under his belly button, following the treasure trail where it led lower.] This is perfect.

[ His breath hitches a little more as he spreads his thighs further for Peter's touch, aching for it. He presses into the feel of the man's mouth on his stomach, groaning softly. ]

[Peter takes his time to lay open mouthed kisses on Stiles' skin leading up to his dick. Then he takes the boy in his hand to give him one hard lick, just to taste him. Yes, this is his mate.]

[ Stiles makes a low, needy noise in the back of his throat at the feel of Peter's tongue on him, hips rocking up slowly in response to the stimulation. ]

Peter.. [ It's soft and a little breathless as he stares at the other man through lidded, darkened eyes, watching him as his heart races in his chest. ]

[Peter looks up for a moment, to take in Stiles' expression and note that he wants to see it a lot and listen to this rapid heartbeat. He continues licking him, one hand sliding around his thigh, groping his back.]

Louder. [Peter smirks before he takes the tip of Stiles' dick between his lips.]

[ Stiles is helpless to obey, the teen arching up and moaning loudly as he feels Peter's warm mouth on his dick. ]

Peter, please... [ It's louder this time as he pants Peter's name, pleasure tingling up his spine. ]

[Peter takes Stiles deeper at that. Enjoying his taste and his reactions. The boy obeyed after all, he better give him what he wants.]

Good. [He praises as he pops Stiles out of his mouth, before licking at him again.]

[ Breathy little noises are pulled out of him as his hand comes up to curl into Peter's hair, hips rocking up a fraction to press deeper into the man's mouth.

He groans at the loss when Peter pulls away to speak. ] You are- aah- such a tease.

[Peter chuckles deep in his throat, letting the vibrations get to Stiles too. He places his hand on the boy's hips too to prevent him to move.]

You're worse, Stiles. Much worse. [He breathes, kissing along Stiles' length again, giving it small licks.] Showing up, smelling like mate and offering yourself like this on my first word. How do I still let you leave my bed... or table after that?

[ Stiles is nearly shaking in pleasure on the table, Peter holding him down so he can't move, can't thrust up into the man's mouth. It thrills him and makes him moan needily in response.

At the question the words are out of his mouth before his brain even has time to register he's said them. ]

Then don't.

Don't tempt me. [Peter smirks, licking along Stiles' hardness again. Then he takes him deep, deeper than before. Slowly and thoroughly until he feels him bump to the back of his throat. And then he swallows.]

[ Except that Stiles doesn't want to not tempt him, because he's always pushed his luck.

But any words, for the moment, die on his tongue when Peter swallows around him, making him cry out and arch up against his hold on the teen's hips, fingers tightening and tugging in Peter's hair. ]

[Peter closes his eyes and savors up the sounds Stiles make and the desperation he's holding on with. It's the best scent of him.

Ever so slowly he pulls back, sucking and rubbing with his tongue at the underside, loving the taste and the small tremors. When he pulls back completely to speak, he keeps his lips close so they brush against Stiles' sensitive head as he speaks.]

Do you want to come, Stiles?

[ Stiles is a trembling mess on the table in front of Peter, gasping and panting, wanting nothing more than to thrust up into Peter's hot, wet mouth and come down his throat. But the werewolf's grasp on him keeps him from doing that, and every time he gets close to completion Peter pulls away, enough that it makes him whine low in his throat.

His words are breathy and choked out when he replies. ] Yes! Yes, yes, please.... Peter.

Well then... what's holding you back?

[Peter teases, his thumbs stroking Stiles' hips where he's still holding him. He's not going to let him go. Maybe one day he will let Stiles fuck his throat, but not this day, he will have to be a really, really good boy for that.

But he licks his own lips before continuing to take what's his. He's sucking and licking at Stiles, not stopping this time.]

[ All Stiles can do is moan helplessly, hips trying to rock up against Peter's grasp, fingers tightening in the man's hair.

Peter's question feels like permission, and Stiles' heart rabbits in his chest at the thought. It's only moments later that Stiles comes, crying out Peter's name loudly, body bowing in pleasure. ]

[Peter holds Stiles tightly, licking and sucking him, tasting his arousal and pleasure. His nose is filled with the scent and he loves it, it's addictive and indeed a treat to be had on this table.]

[He swallows everything the boy has to offer, his thumb stroking his skin in a silent praise as he's sucking him down.]

[ After a few moments, Stiles releases his hold on Peter and collapses back onto the table, panting and shivering in ebbing pleasure, enjoying it while it lasts. ]

That was... yeah.

[Peter smiles satisfied at his work, watching Stiles collapse and collect himself. He reaches for his wine, taking a sip.]

Thank you for the meal, I suppose? [He chuckles, reaching out to stroke Stiles' thigh possessively. His.] See I didn't even have to touch the buttons.

[ Stiles snorts a little as he lays there, coming down from the high of his orgasm, head tilting a little to look down at Peter. ]

Smug bastard.

[ Despite the words his voice was tinged with fond affection, his grin even more so. ]

Little brat. [Peter retorts, just as fondly. Then he walks around the table and moves to kiss Stiles, his fingers caressing his cheek.] You look beautiful like this, you know. All spent, on my dining table.

[ Stiles snorts a little at that, relaxing into the touch and kissing Peter back, taking his time. ]

Bet I'd look even better in your bed.

Now, that's an understatement. [Peter states, stroking Stiles' hair.] Do you want me to take you there, princess?

[ The little pet name should annoy him- it would if it were anyone else- but it doesn't, instead he just nods his head. ]

Yes. You should definitely take me to your bed and ravage me.

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