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[burnedwolf]

[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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[burnedwolf]

[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?

[causticly]

[ 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.

[burnedwolf]

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.]

[causticly]

[ 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. ]

[burnedwolf]

[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?

[causticly]

[ 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.

[burnedwolf]

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.]

[causticly]

[ 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. ]

[burnedwolf]

[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.]

[causticly]

[ 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.

[burnedwolf]

[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.

[causticly]

[ 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. ]

[burnedwolf]

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.

[causticly]

[ 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.

[burnedwolf]

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

[causticly]

[ 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.

[burnedwolf]

Such a mouth on you, maybe I should put that to use also. [Peter smiles as he moves to take the boy in his arms, and lift him from the table to carry him away.]

[causticly]

[ Stiles laughs a little as he's lifted up, arms wrapping around Peter's shoulders, the teen leaning his head down to press his mouth to side of the man's neck, then trails his mouth up to his ear. ]

I'm sure you can find something for me to suck on.

[burnedwolf]

Definitely. [The wolf closes his eyes for a moment.] You can start with that ear there. I like that. [He adds quietly. He is a wolf after all, with sensitive ears.]

[causticly]

[ Stiles grinned against Peter's skin, then tilted his head a little to gently set his teeth against the lobe of Peter's ear, biting gently before pulling into his mouth to suck, tongue licking against the tender flesh. ]

[burnedwolf]

[Peter almost regretted telling Stiles to do that because his knees almost went out as he was walking. But thankfully he reached the bed just in time, lowering the boy on it.] Yes, exactly like that...

[causticly]

[ Stiles moaned softly in Peter's ear, mainly for effect, but enjoyed none the less teasing Peter like this. He continued to nibble and suck up until he was deposited on the bed and had to let go, spreading out onto it and sighing as he sank into the comfortable mattress. ]

[burnedwolf]

I wonder if I got myself an emissary or a cat now. [Peter chuckles as he takes off his shirt and kneels on the bed. His hand finding their way back on Stiles' body.]

[causticly]

[ Stiles huffed a laugh and grinned up at Peter, arching into his touch. ]

I would say 'both' is a good enough answer.

[burnedwolf]

Well, I'm sure there's much more to what I actually got. [Peter remarks quietly, stroking Stiles' side.] What do you want, Stiles?