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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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[causticly]

[ A wide grin spreads across his face. ]

I was thinking the ol standard dinner and a movie, then maybe a walk around town before you finally take me home, walk me to my door like a gentleman.

[burnedwolf]

And I'd kiss your cheek and say good night? [Peter walks back to the table with an amused smile on his lips. He takes his glass as he sits down again.]

That's awfully specific and sound terribly boring. Would you really like it?

[causticly]

Why not? [ Stiles leans back in his chair, picks up his glass and takes a sip, then shrugs. ]

Considering the utter shitfest my life has been the past couple years? I wouldn't mind something normal and boring for once. We could always take a walk through the woods and you can chase some rabbits to spice it up.

[burnedwolf]

Oh please, rabbits are easy, the real prey here is deer or people. [Peter rolls his eyes, looking away as he's thinking about Stiles' words. 'Normal', he wonders. He's not sure he can do normal anymore... Some people have trouble with supernatural and handling life threatening scenarios others weren't sure in every day life, like a date.] But if you insist.

[causticly]

No humans. [ Stiles points at Peter as he says it.

Though he seems surprised when Peter agrees, brows raising. ]

Seriously??

[burnedwolf]

Just a little. [Peter teases.]

Don't make me question my decision. And I have one condition. [He sighs.] I'm going to be a gentleman, but I'm not going to leave you by your door.

[causticly]

Oh really? [ Stiles leans forward a little, arm resting on the table and his head in his hand, grinning. ]

Then what will you do with me?

[burnedwolf]

Hmm. [Peter smiles, raising an eyebrow at Stiles.] Well, I suppose I'd keep the theme of the night and just keep it slow. Very slow. Unbearably so.

I'd take time to know you, every little part of you. Until you tell me not to screw around and just take you, but oh no. I won't.

[causticly]

[ Stiles groans a little, his cheeks flushing a bit at the picture Peter is painting for him. ]

Not even if I beg?

[burnedwolf]

[Peter hums again, smiling.]

I may consider. Depending if I like the way you beg. If I like how your voice breaks.

[causticly]

[ He squirms a little in his seat, then takes a sip from his wine to occupy himself. ]

And did you have anything else planned after dinner tonight?

[burnedwolf]

[Peter smirks, because of course he has a plan. He can barely keep his hands off Stiles, and he would mark and scent him on every occasion he can. And he indeed promised he will try to spare the buttons in Stiles' shirt.]

Well, let me think. I really wouldn't mind some dessert. How about you?

[causticly]

If dessert is you throwing me on your bed and ravaging me, then by all means, let's have dessert.

[ Stiles grins even though he's pretty sure (maybe??) that Peter means actual dessert, which he would not be opposed to, of course. ]

[burnedwolf]

Oh no, that's not what I had in mind.

[Peter sighs, then taking his glass.]

I was thinking about having you right on this table.

[causticly]

Oh. [ He tries not to sound disappointed, but then his eyes widen with Peter's next words, his pulse ticking up a bit in interest and excitement. ]

Oh, well, I don't think that would be a problem.

[burnedwolf]

Then why are you still in your seat? [Peter teases, patting the table.] Come on, Stiles, I like my dessert fresh and warm.

[causticly]

[ Stiles stares at Peter for a moment, and when he realizes the man is actually serious, he scrambles up from his seat and clears off what's left on the table- not wanting to break or ruin anything.

When the table is cleared of everything except their wine glasses, Stiles uses his chair to hop up onto the table, crawling across the length of it to get to where Peter is seated. ]

[burnedwolf]

There we go. [Peter growls, watching Stiles crawl over to him. There is really something in the thought that this boy would just jump and crawl for one word of his. He stands from his chair and reaches for Stiles, cupping his cheeks and pulls him in for a kiss.]

[causticly]

[ Stiles presses into the kiss eagerly, moving to sit up on his knees on the table, both arms coming up to circle Peter's neck and pull him in even closer. ]

[burnedwolf]

[Peter moves with Stiles, leaning into him as he could, kissing back. Then his hand tilts Stiles' head so he can move his kisses down his chin to his favorite part: his neck. Stiles' scent is really strong there and Peter loves to press his nose against it and breathe deeply. He loves parting his lips and kiss and nibble at the skin there, watching it turn red under his attention.]

[causticly]

[ Stiles' heartbeat trips over itself in excitement when Peter slides his lips to his neck, the teen tilting his head back and exposing even more of his throat to him. His breath hitches a little as his hands clutch at the older man, thoroughly enjoying the attention. ]



(ooc: sorry it took so long to reply! I picked up a lot of extra hours at work, so I've been ridiculously busy. =\ )

[burnedwolf]

((ooc: no problem, it's fine! Just don't strain yourself and get enough rest. I'm all busy with Nano so it was good there was no "distraction".... XD ))

[Peter breathes with an open mouth as Stiles offers his throat. It's a sign of submission, his wolf howls and he latches on the offered skin like a predator. To know that someone powerful as Stiles would offer to him like that, it will always be a turn on. Peter kisses down his neck to his collarbone, his hand running lower and groping Stiles to show him what's about to come. Or who.]

[causticly]

[ Stiles groans, arching into Peter's touch, eyes fluttering shut as Peter's mouths down along his neck. His hands scrabble along the man's back to pull him closer, feeling unable to get enough of Peter's touch. ]

[burnedwolf]

Let's get rid of this shall we... [Peter breathes, tugging at Stiles' shirt.] Let me see you a bit more.

[causticly]

[ Stiles more than eagerly complies, pulling away just enough to tug his shirt off, tossing it on the floor next to the table. ]