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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 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.

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.]

[ 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.

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.]

[ 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. ]

[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...

[ 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. ]

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.]

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

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

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

[ Stiles actually thinks about the question for a moment or two, gaze sliding over Peter's naked chest, fingers coming up to glide over his warm skin. After a moment his eyes slide up to Peter's face as he licks his lips. ]

I want you to fuck me, slow and hard, until I'm begging you to let me come.

[Peter waits patiently for the answer, looking back at Stiles as the boy takes him in. Then smirks at his answer.]

I think... that can be a good continuation for our night. [He nods and leans down to kiss Stiles, spreading his thigh with his knee.]

Good. [ Stiles groans into the kiss, hands coming up to settle along Peter's shoulders and against his neck, thumb sweeping slowly across the man's jaw as he returns the kiss, tongue sliding into the man's mouth. ]

[Peter lets Stiles taste him. The wine still lingers in their taste, but Peter loves how there's some of Stiles there too. He presses down on the boy with his body, still wearing his jeans, he realized. But he won't move until he had enough of Stiles' mouth. The boy asked for slow after all.

So Peter kisses him, licking into his mouth and just enjoying ther kiss, hands resting against Stiles' sides.]

[ Lifting his arms Stiles looped them around Peter's neck again, returning the kiss just as lazily, licking into the man's mouth and tasting them, tasting himself on Peter's tongue as well and enjoying it. ]

[Peter opens his eyes and pulls back a little. His eyes flash up red from possessiveness again. He's an Alpha, taking a mate and an emissary for his future pack and he thinks about that every time he looks at Stiles. It's almost maddening. How he won't just ravish this boy now?

He lets out a slow breath and moves back to take off his jeans.] Why won't you show me where you'd like me to touch you?

[ Stiles shivers delightfully at the appearance of Peter's crimson red eyes staring down at him. It's one of the things he enjoys the most about Peter- the possessiveness. He's never felt this wanted before, and it's a heady feeling for him.

Licking his lips, Stiles watches as the alpha begins to finish undressing. ]

I want you to touch me here, [ He obeys easily, fingers rising up to trail down his own throat, tilting his head back further to expose it. ]

Along here, [ He touches down along his chest and stomach. ] Definitely here, [ Stiles smirks at Peter as his hand curls around his hardening dick and gives it a slow stroke, a moan spilling out from him. ]

And finally here- I most certainly want you to touch me here [ Stiles lets go of his dick and slides his hand down between his legs as he parts them, exposing his ass and pressing a finger slowly inside himself, moaning softly at the sensation, his gaze never once leaving Peter's face.

[Peter's gaze follow Stiles' hands as he's traveling over his favorite parts of the boy too. His teeth straining, just as his claws, wanting to get more of Stiles. His eyes are red and he swallows when the boy touches himself between his legs. Such a small movement and it almost threw Peter into something wild and raw.

But he will take his time.

He takes off his jeans and underwear to join Stiles again, kneeling between his legs and admiring him a little more. Though then he can't stop his wolf to get some for itself too as he puts his hands on either side of Stiles and leans in to bite into his neck. He just scrapes his straining teeth over the skin, feeling the pulse and life under his tongue. And he growls.]

[ Stiles lets out a breathy rasp as the wolf goes for his throat, shuddering in pleasure at the feel of sharp teeth scraping over his pulse. His hands come up to circle Peter's neck, one hand going into the man's hair to gently scratch along his head.

He knows Peter won't hurt him, regardless his heart rabbits in his chest with the wolf so close to the surface. The growl resonates through him and he whimpers softly in response, turning his head to expose more of his neck for his alpha. ]

[Peter closes his eyes for a second, enjoying Stiles' scent: excitement, arousal, maybe a little fear, but that just gives it a wonderful edge. It's spicy and exciting, exactly the way Peter loves it.

He takes the offered skin, marking and nibbling of Stiles' neck leaving his scent on it again. And then he goes to suck a mark over his pulse, so high that no shirt would cover it.

Peter then tilts his head and parts his lips to say something into Stiles' ear, but pausing. In the end he just moves lower to let his wolf enjoy more of Stiles' skin and taste over his chest and stomach.]

[ He is going to regret ever telling Peter to go slow, he just knows in the end he's going to regret it (except for he actually won't, but he'll certainly complain).

A low noise works its way out of him as Peter marks his neck, in a spot he knows no turtle-neck shirt will cover. It thrills him, knowing others will see the mark, know he's taken, that he belongs to someone else. It should annoy him- it would have, years before- but it doesn't. Now, he welcomes it.

Stiles moans softly as Peter aborts his neck to move onto his chest and stomach, muscles contracting under the warmth of his lips and tongue. ]

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