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Mermaids ahoy

It's been a while since Peter has smelled the ocean. It brought back hazy memories of summer vacations with his family and old friends he has never seen ever since the fire. He didn't even remember them.

Though, this beach was different. Peter deliberately tried to find a place they had never visited with his family, and he didn't want to go in the summer. Spring break was fine. Spring had a different smell, even on the beach. Now it will have the smell of the memories with his mate.

Peter was standing on the porch of the house they have rented for this trip, waiting for Stiles to carry the remaining bags from the car. He was eying the shore in the late afternoon sun. Some would say the shore was even ugly and that's why the rent was so cheap. It wasn't a popular place, it wasn't for parties and drinking, it was for... finding magical artifacts. But most importantly mermaids.

But it will be perfect for what they planned, Peter wondered.

"Coming?" he called Stiles then.

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Breath hitching with pleasure as Peter tugs him even closer, the grip on the werewolf's shoulders tighten, blunt human nails digging into his skin. Letting his eyes close in blissful pleasure Stiles lets himself go, gives into everything he's feeling- the pounding pleasure of Peter claiming him, the thrill of power he'd felt when he killed the mermaid, the pride that filled him as he tore it apart for what they came for, the warmth he felt at Peter's praise.

When he opens his eyes again to look at his mate, his alpha, they glow a molten amber. He can feel it, his spark, the power pulsing inside of him. He wonders if Peter can feel it too, being this close to him, bonded as they are as mates.

"Peter!" Stiles gasps out as the man hits that spot inside of him, pounding into it, pleasure rippling through him.

Peter raises his head just in time to see Stiles' eyes. He can also feel it. The spark inside the boy, so powerful and demanding. Peter feels it tugging at his essence, his soul along. His own eyes burn red for it and he wants more.

He hears his name, but he also feels it in all his body. He angles his hips to give everything to his mate, eyes intense on him. He's also close, pleasure already buzzing in his limbs, urging him on.

"Stiles..." he calls back, his eyes closing again. "Come for me. Come for me and let me breed you..." his wolf speaks and Peter is barely aware. He's high on pleasure and power flowing through their skin.

"Peter," he says, it coming out a choked whine. His hands move to slide around the man's neck as he pulls him close and tilts his head to expose his neck again.

He lets out another choked sound as he comes, spilling between them, his body clenching around Peter deep inside of him. His whole body is a clamp around Peter, arms and legs, everything, keeping him close. His own hips rock down as the pleasure surges through him, riding himself through it as Peter thrusts into him.

Everything feels more intense, and he's not sure if it's just because of the adrenaline or the power he feels running rampant through him. But whatever it is, it feels amazing.

Peter is breathing with parted lips against Stiles' neck, his body shivering when the scent peaks. As he feels Stiles holding onto him with everything, not just with his hands, but with his powers too Peter is ready to give everything. He closes his eyes as waves of pleasure rolls over him, thrusting deep and rough into his mate. To claim him, breed him as he promised, for his own sanity too.

His movements become erratic as he's coming more and more. His breath comes out in short, choked puffs as he's losing himself in the sensation, holding onto Stiles tighter as it's leaving him.

"Stiles..." Peter breathes when he finds his voice again, his hips still rolling in a slow, lazy rhythm. "Oh, god, Stiles." he moans, tilting his head to kiss into the boy's neck.

Sliding a hand up to Peter's head he buries his fingers into the man's hair as he holds him close, his other arm around the man tightening.

For a few moments he can't think, can't do anything except feel; feel Peter's mouth on his neck, feel Peter coming hot inside of him, filling him up, feeling Peter's hips rock into him as he thrusts his way through his own orgasm. He can feel when the swell of power inside of him starts to die down, ebb away from the edges. Can feel the way Peter's own power rises to meet his own- or maybe it's his that rose to meet Peter's, he doesn't know.

Either way, for one joyous moment it feels like they're one.

The way Peter says his name causes a pleased shudder to roll through him, his fingers slowly carding through the man's hair, and as he's laying there slowly coming down from the pleasure a startling revelation comes to him.

He loves this man.

With every intake of his breath Peter can smell and feel Stiles' heat and scent. It's almost like drowning, but he doesn't want to escape. He'd rather drown than to burn. His body shivers as the cold air cools his sweaty skin, but he just chuckles deep at it. As Stiles' fingers stroking his hair he lets out a soft, gentle sigh. It feels good, it feels like... home.

And home is scary.

Peter swallows and moves his head to look into Stiles' face, seeing his expression. The boy's scent also changed to something... rich. The wolf's heart skips a beat and he's not sure it's fear entirely. He put his life into the hands of this boy, of his mate. Of his emissary. He trusts him, Peter realized, however frightening it is, he trusts him.

So he doesn't say anything, he just leans over to place a soft kiss on Stiles' lips. Unlike the ones they had just shared.

It's a scary thought, loving someone at all, let alone someone who's tried to kill them. But that's in the past, and has been for a good while now. If asked, he doesn't think he'd be able to pinpoint the exact moment that he fell for Peter, and fell in love with him. He just knows he does.

Stiles sighs into the gentle kiss, returning it slowly, languidly, feeling no need to rush anymore. He lets their tongues slide lazily together as he tastes Peter, gingerly deepening the kiss.

When he pulls back he's smiling softly up at him, leaning in to nuzzle at his face, hoping to convey what he's feeling without words. Sometimes they don't need them.

Peter tilts his head, moving even closer, as if separation would be difficult. It is, suddenly. He wouldn't call it love even if it killed him, but it's close. He kisses Stiles just as gentle, and deep, and reassuring. That they are here, together and alive.

He sees that look on Stiles he can smell it too. It grips his chest and makes his limbs weak for some reason. This is a confession and it almost cripples him. Peter closes his eyes and leans into Stiles' touch. He likes words because it's easy to hide behind them. It's easy to distract, to hide, but Stiles took it away. Peter is not sure about it, he's the wolf with a mouth after all. He hides for a reason. Yet, he can't say a word now.

Stiles knows in all likelihood that Peter may not feel the same, at least not on the level Stiles does. He knows Peter cares for him, can feel it in his touch and his admonishing words when he's done something stupid and potentially deadly.

And, maybe, those kinds of emotions may have been burned away from him in the fire that took so many of his family. But that's okay, Stiles thinks, he just might have enough love for both of them.

Peter sighs softly, opening his eyes to watch Stiles for a moment. He's thankful, he realizes. For many things. Especially for that heartbeat he can feel against his chest. Maybe one day he will be able to tell that to Stiles too.

He leans in to brush his lips against Stiles' forehead.

"Your smell is really intoxicating now, Stiles." he speaks, barely a growl. "I could go on all night... But maybe a shower before we continue?"

If it was intoxicating before it's probably more so now since hearing that from Peter turns Stiles on a little, the teen licking his lips and more than willing for another round.

"Why not just do both?" he suggests, giving the other man a little grin and a raise of his brows.

"So cheeky..." Peter chuckles a little breathless. "If your knees work properly, lets go. And I'll have you there too." he smirks and slowly moves, though never stops touching Stiles. He doesn't want to let go, he wants him near and close and warm and with him. Forever.

Stiles just grins and laughs a little, then slowly gets up from the sofa, pulling Peter with him. "Exactly my plan." Leaning in Stiles kisses him as he stumbles back through the living room and toward the bathroom, hands all over Peter's body as they go.

Once they get to the bathroom, Stiles has to pull away to start the shower and get the water warmed up, but when he does he steps in and tugs Peter in with him.

Peter goes with Stiles, touching him and keeping him close with a smirk on his lips. He must be affected by the spark, because right now he could really go all night.

He moves with Stiles, stepping under the warm rays of water and leans in to kiss the boy. He cups his face in his hands pulling him to his body.

"I can't get enough of you." he whispers, his hands slide down on the side of Stiles' neck to his shoulders, stroking his skin.

"Good," he murmurs quietly, enjoying having Peter so close to him again.

Carefully, Stiles steps into the shower once the water is hot enough, and then tugs at Peter until the man joins him. He tugs the curtain closed once they're both in the shower, grinning at Peter then.

"I can't get enough of you either, just so we're clear," Stiles says, stepping into Peter's space and lifting his arms to wrap them around the man's neck as he leans in and kisses him.

Peter pulls their bodies close and closer, feeling Stiles against his. He wants to be close, he needs to be close, he realizes. He wants this more than it's acceptable after a round like that. Stiles is making him crazy and it's also dangerous. But Peter is too far gone to care, he wants and he takes.

His hand slide lower on the boy's body, his skin is like a drug. Peter barely realizes the possessive growl as his fingers grab Stiles' ass for a moment before traveling forward to his entrance. Peter lets out a shivering sigh as he feels the rim with his fingers, how wet and used it is... A moan breaks from him, sliding his fingers deeper.

"So perfect for me..." Peter breathes, feeling his skin burn again.

Stiles himself feels dizzy with want, with how much he needs Peter in that moment, right then. The little growl that Peter gives goes straight to his cock, his hips rocking forward a fraction before pressing back against the man's hands.

He moans softly as the man's fingers press in, a hitch in his breath as he pushes back onto them, pressing them deeper in. His skin flushes prettily at the compliment, Stiles pulling Peter down into a hungry kiss in response.

((ooc: sorry for the late reply, work ate me alive. ;A; ))

((ooc: No problem, I'm ok with backtagging. ^^ I'm also spotty lately. ;;))

The scent of Stiles' need doesn't help Peter at all. He's fucking him with his fingers, tilting his head to bury his nose into his hair and take a deep breath. He shivers in anticipation, even if they just had their share.

He goes for the kiss, just as hungry and wanting and needy. It's insane how he feels like this, as if he's finally alive and it all thanks to Stiles.

With a rough movement he grabs the boy and turns him around, his hands roaming his chest, barely resisting to claw his skin. Peter presses his hardness against, Stiles' ass wondering how short his recovery time was.

"Tell me when you're ready..." he breathes, hands sliding to take the boy's cock, squeezing it.

Stiles moans and writhes against Peter, pushing back into his fingers and meeting each thrust of them deep inside of him. He almost groans at the loss of those fingers when Peter pulls his hand away, though he knows what he's going to get is far better.

His hands shoot out to stop him from faceplanting into the shower wall, hips pushing back against Peter's groin where he can feel just how much the man wants this.

"I'm ready, Peter, please," he pants out, rocking against him and whimpering for it.

(( yay! work has my hours all over the place, so sometimes I get home and just go to bed lol))

"I wish I could make you beg more." Peter moans as he feels Stiles getting ready for him, and pushing back against him. Peter really wishes he had more strength, but he's lost and goes with the flow. His wolf is strong and it doesn't want to play now. Not now. Not when he wants to claim his mate over and over again.

He grabs Stiles' hips with one hand and slides between his cheeks, pressing against his entrance. Peter closes his eyes a his hips move without him barely noticing and thrusting in slowly, feeling everything. His lips part, his head drops low so he can press his nose against Stiles' neck, smelling him again.

((omg, I know the feeling. XD but it's better to sleep and rest anyway, so it's not a problem, really!))

They will certainly have to do that at some point, he thinks, Peter not giving him what he wants until he thinks Stiles has begged enough for it. Just the thought of it turns him on even more.

"Aaah!" Stiles moans out as Peter slides into him to the hilt, Stiles' own body responding eagerly as his hips tilt back to pull the man even deeper into him. "Nnngh, Peter," Stiles moans out loudly, one hand moving from the shower's tiled wall to reach back and thread his fingers into his mate's hair.

((I know but I still feel bad lol. I was like omg its been three days ;A; but I was so tired after work yesterday lol))

Peter works his way slow and deep, his body on fire, his wolf on rampage. His breath comes heavy against Stiles' neck and a shiver runs through him at his touch.

His lips press against the boy's neck, tasting his skin. But his hips doesn't move yet. Peter wants to feel Stiles like this a little. Deep and just keeping them close under the warm rays of water. It's stuffy and hot and Peter's knees are shivering from need and pleasure.

"Call me again..." he breathes, his lips rub against Stiles' skin before he moves to lick at his neck to taste him too.

((ooc: aww, you're so nice. XD But don't feel bad your well being comes first after all.))

A small, needy whimper escapes him when Peter doesn't move immediately, and his hand tugs gently in the man's hair impatiently.

"Peter..." he whines softly, obeying his alpha and mate by saying his name again, then again, "Peter, please,".

"Good." Peter mutters, barely registering he was saying anything at all. His body is tense with pleasure and anticipation, shivering from need. The tugging in his hair makes him move, pulling out all the way, moaning too. "Stiles..." he gasps as he slowly slides back in, feeling the wet, welcoming hole of the boy. Waiting just for him and prepared just for him.

Peter's hand slides up to Stiles' throat to feel his pulse under his thumb. It calms him in some way. It's his. His movements are slow, but strong, like an animal stalking his prey. But he feels impatience and more need blooming in him as he's slowly taking Stiles. His other hand strokes the boy with the same rhythm.

A low whimper escapes him when Peter pulls out completely, his body aching from the loss of him. "Peter, please!" Stiles whines, moaning moments later when the werewolf slides back into him, his body warm and accepting. God, he loves the feel of Peter inside of him, claiming him for his own.

His breath catches a little at the feel of his hand on his throat, but he just tilts his head back to expose more of his neck for the wolf.

Moving his other hand from the wall, which causes him to be pressed against it pinned between Peter and the shower wall, Stiles reaches back to grip at Peter's hip, blunt human nails digging into the skin.

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