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[ 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. ]

[Over Stiles' heart Peter actually pauses, pressing his lips against the skin there and feeling the rapid beats like that. His hand comes up too to stroke over the skin, as if he would want to have Stiles' heart literally too.

He presses his hardness against Stiles' hips as he takes his time with the boy's chest. He kisses and licks the skin before he decides to test just how sensitive Stiles' nipples are exactly by licking one.]

[ When Peter stills, where his heart sits, his chest clenches and he opens his mouth to say something but all that comes out is a surprised moan when Peter then teases a nipple, the wet flash of tongue making him jerk.

His hips arch up to grind into Peter as the man continues to lavish attention on his pert nipples, making him writhe and moan in response. ]

[With a smile, Peter continues to give all his attention to Stiles' nipples either licking them or teasing them with his thumb.

Though a throaty moan lets him as Stiles moves against him, just making him remember how hard he is. When he gets there he will fuck this boy so hard he really won't be able to walk away from this bed for days.

That thought makes him go on, lower licking into Stiles' belly button, hands sliding on his hips.]

[ When Peter moans, Stiles does it again, rocking up against him, wanting to pull more noises from his wolf.

The touch of tongue to his navel makes him laugh breathlessly, a little ticklish there, though he doesn't make Peter stop. ]

[Peter almost chuckles too, but he's too turned on it ends up another small groan. He's been playing with Stiles for long now and he feels like he's on the edge and that was dangerous.

Before he continues he pulls back just for a moment to retrieve the lube from the nightstand. It also gives him a moment to breathe.]

You'll be my death, that's for sure. [He growls.]

[ Stiles grins at the statement. ] Then it'll be an awesome death one of these days.

[ Seeing what Peter's grabbed makes his heart speed up and his stomach knot in anticipation. His hands move to touch and smooth over Peter's skin, wanting to touch him as well, sliding over his shoulders and down along his chest, fingers scraping gently over the man's own nipples. ]

It would be too soon. [Peter remarks with a sigh. His skin is damp from the effort to keep it slow and torturous for the boy, but he's at his limits now. He welcomes the touches, moving closer so Stiles can feel him and enjoying it. The only person who can touch him is Stiles at this moment, so Peter will savor up everything he gets from him. He groans softly, opening the tube with shivering fingers.

He pours too much lube on his finger, but he doesn't care. They will cause a bigger mess soon. So Peter reaches between their bodies to stroke Stiles with a wet hand.]

I can't wait to be inside you, Stiles.

[ Honestly he doesn't even want to think of never having Peter again, of losing Peter now that he has him- so he pushes the thoughts from his head and instead focuses on touching the man, mapping out his skin with his fingertips, enjoying the too-warm flesh against his hands.

He can feel Peter's minute shaking and knows that he's holding out because it's what Stiles had wanted, but he's ready to give in and give Peter what he wants. ]

Then don't wait, Peter. [ Stretching out on the bed under his wolf, Stiles shifts his legs to plant his feet on the mattress and then spreads his thighs invitingly. ]

[Peter feels his wolf getting too interested again at those words. It wants to claim his mate, wants to mark him, ravish him and kill anyone who would even look at him...

He doesn't trust his voice so he doesn't answer just slides his wet fingers between Stiles' legs to prepare him. He's warm and inviting and soon to be his and Peter's other hand gropes Stiles' thighs stronger at the thought.

When he finishes preparing the boy his wolf is pressing at his sanity, and since it's an Alpha Peter has to concentrate twice as hard to keeping it bay. He barely registers grabbing Stiles thighs and spreading them to position himself.]

[ There is a lot Stiles accepts about Peter- both the bad and the good- and the wolf being an Alpha is also one of them. He can see the way Peter is trying to keep his wolf at bay, the red of his eyes gleaming in the darkened room.

Stiles easily lets Peter move him, spreading his legs and pressing between them. Reaching down, Stiles grips Peter's cock, stroking slowly while guiding it to his hole, nudging the blunt tip against him.

His other hand comes up to gently grip at the back of Peter's neck. ]

It's okay, Peter. You can take me now.

[Peter gasps when Stiles grips him, his body tenses up. His red gaze moves up to the boy's face. Those fingers on his neck anchor him, calming the wolf just a tad bit before it would ravish and howl and break both of them.

He breaths open mouthed as he grabs the sheets with both of his hands, not trusting his claws not hurting Stiles. And then he thrusts, hips tilting sharply to take the most of Stiles. A moan escapes him at the sensation. It washes over him sharply, almost painfully, but not unpleasant. Not at all.]

[ A sharp gasps escapes him as Peter thrusts into him, claiming and taking him, his hand gripping tightly against the man's neck. After a moment he lets out a shaky breath and then leans up to press his mouth to Peter's, kissing him hard, teeth biting and nipping at his mouth.

His legs lift to wrap around Peter's hips, heels pressing into his lower back to pull the wolf even deeper into him, moaning loudly at the feel of Peter's cock throbbing inside of him. ]

[Peter growls into their kiss, welcoming the sweet sensation and returning it. He kisses Stiles hungry like a wolf, wanting more and more. His mind and body and his wolf also wants it all and now.

He presses to Stiles as he pulls him closer, thrusting into him to the hilt. Peter is out of breath, but not out of strength. He's here to claim his mate and he will do just that. His hips rolls against Stiles' as if he'd want to go deeper, before he pulls back with a groan of pleasure.]

[ Stiles moans into the kiss, panting, and brings his now free hand up to join his other to place it against Peter's back, holding his mate close. ]

Peter... [ His voice is soft and breathless when he moans the man's name between kisses, hips rocking up to meet each of his Alpha's thrusts, fingers scraping along Peter's back leaving marks that disappear in seconds. ]

[Peter kisses all the moans and breaths and his name off Stiles' lips, wanting it all.

He finally dares to moves his hands to grab onto Stiles' thighs for leverage for his powerful thrusts. The more he wants to feel Stiles the more forceful he gets. He thought it will be better when he's inside, but it's worse in the best way.

The boy's scent is making him go crazy and when he says his name like that... it punches all the air out of Peter's lungs and he already had trouble breathing.]

Tell me you're mine, Stiles. [He moans over a strong roll of his hips.] Tell me...

[ Stiles cries out, the sound pleasured as he rolls his hips into Peter's, meeting each hard thrust as he clings to the wolf.

And when Peter asks, there's no hesitation or lie in his voice, nothing but pleasure and need and want, nothing but the truth of his affection and longing. ]

I'm- aah- I'm yours, all yours. Just- hnng- just yours.

[Peter barely can breathe, yet he leans in again to kiss Stiles. The body under him, his mate's body, feels perfect against him, meeting his with with an obscene sound. Their scent is already mixed and filling the room and Peter's drowning in it.]

That's right. Mine... and mine only to take. [He moans, feeling close already and yet barely having enough. But he can't stop. Not now.] Stiles... [He pants hard, his pace becoming erratic as he's trying to take more and more, yet nearing his end.]

[ The pace is a punishing one and he knows he'll bruise from the force of Peter's thrusts, but he loves it- needs and enjoys it. Knowing that he'll wear Peter's marks for days, smell like him for longer. It flips a switch in him and he knows that this is all he wants. Peter by his side, in his bed, forever. ]

Peter, aah, Peter please... [ Stiles himself is close, feeling the heat and pressure building up inside of him fast, aching between them as he matches each thrust, sweat glistening his body. ]

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