burnedwolf | Mermaids ahoy

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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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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.

Peter bares his teeth at the begging and the way Stiles offers his neck. Such submission from someone so powerful, it wants to make Peter howl. His moans coming out as growls as he snaps his hips against Stiles. His body rolls, riding the waves of need and pleasure.

Somehow he manages to call Stiles' name, picking up his rhythm. Sometimes he wishes Stiles could mark him, just like he does. The pain would be one thing, but the mark... The boy still leaves his scent on him, probably only noticeable by Peter, it's not enough. He groans again, placing open mouthed kisses on the boy's neck.

His hands keep Stiles firm against him as he's taking him with more passion. Deep and still so demanding.

Stiles is a writhing, begging mess against Peter as the werewolf continues to thrust into him. The water has long since washed the blood, dirt and scent of the sea away, and though it's turned cool it doesn't dissuade him from moving or trying to turn the water off.

All he can think about, and feel, is Peter. His hands touching, seering into his skin, and the force of his thrusts as his mate continues to take him. His arms ache from their positions but he can't let go of Peter, not yet.

"Peter , I- nnngh, close," he pants out, hips rocking back against Peter, meeting his rough, hard thrusts.

"Good..." Peter pants, his rhythm picking up. He's also close to his peak, and also to lose his mind. He's gripping Stiles tighter to anchor himself as he's riding toward his own pleasure too. "Think of me when you come, Stiles. Feel me and know it's me you belong to... it's me in your body, in your mind." Peter is only half aware of his words as his need and desire fogs his mind.

"Always, always," Stiles gasps out in response, and the rough pace Peter fucks into him with drives him closer and closer to climax.

And when he comes Stiles' whole body trembles with it as he cries out, hips jerking back onto Peter's cock even harder as he rides out the pleasure, his hands gripping Peter tight enough to leave marks.

Peter knows Stiles' answer way before he retorts. He always know his answer and yet such relief and pride fills him when the boy tells him.

He snaps his hips sharply against him as he comes, his knees trembling from the effort to meet Stiles' hips. He closes his eyes, only feeling the boy with his lips, his nose and with his fingertips. He doesn't want to let go, he never wants to let go. He feels the grip of Stiles but doesn't pay too much attention, thinking it would fade soon.

Peter repeats Stiles' name like a prayer, like it's the only thing keeping him in this world, in his right mind and in a way it is.

When he feels he filled Stiles nice and well, he has the sense to reach out for the faucets and turn off the ice cold water.

Stiles babbles Peter's name as he comes, tells him how good it is, how he's Peter's and Peter is his, always, always. He's not even aware of half of what he says, really, too far gone from pleasure to pay attention. He hasn't even realized the water's gone cold or that Peter's turned it off at all.

After a few moments the haze of pleasure starts to fade and Stiles slumps against the tile wall as he pants, tries to catch his breath. He groans in appreciation and shifts around but doesn't pull away from Peter just yet, enjoying the feel of the man still inside of him.

Peter leans against Stiles for a moment, panting and just enjoying their closeness, the warmth and their scent.

"I told you... I'll take you." he smirks weakly, brushing his lips against Stiles' ear. His arms go around the boy's middle to pull him close for a second. "And I will do it again." he adds, panting softly.

"I certainly have no complaints- well, except for being cold now, " he teases, grinning as he turns his head as much as he can to nuzzle against Peter's face.

"I will always let you," Stiles murmurs softly, letting his lips graze Peter's own.

Peter laughs softly, tilting his head to kiss Stiles before he slowly moves away from him. But only so he can turn him around and kiss him properly.

"Always is a long time." he remarks, hands sliding lower on Stiles' body as he leads them out of the shower.

Stiles grins in return as they kiss. "I don't plan on going anywhere," he says honestly as they head out of the shower. He's noticed the little marks he's made on Peter's hips from his nails digging into his skin, but thinks nothing of it. It'll probably be gone in a few minutes or hours anyway, even though he'd like to be able to mark Peter the way the wolf marks him, letting everyone know who Peter belongs to, that Peter is just as much his as he is Peter's.

"What do you think we should have for dinner?" Stiles asks as he grabs a towel to dry himself off so he's not trailing water all over the place. He knows they packed food but he can't remember what it was at the moment.

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