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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Scott_McCall, Allison_Argent, Isaac_Lahey, Lydia_Martin,
      Aiden_(Teen_Wolf), Ethan_(Teen_Wolf), Danny_Mahealani, Vernon_Boyd, Erica
      Reyes, Cora_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Halloween, Costumes, Humor, Fluff_and_Angst, Smut, partially, Plot_What
      Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Blow_Jobs, First_Time, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex,
      Jealousy, Snark
  Series:
      Part 7 of Laugh_at_the_girl_who_loves_too_easily_and_TheLastTactician
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-31 Words: 5178
****** Found By A Mad man ******
by Laugh_at_the_girl_who_loves_too_easily, TheLastTactician_(orphan_account)
Summary
     In the end, they really do need to send Derek a gift basket or
     something.
Notes
     I hope you enjoy this, there is not enough Halloween Steter and we
     felt like writing in a different format for once, it worked out
     pretty well we think
     Peter is mostly me and Stiles is mostly the
     brilliant@TheLastTactician
     Please tell us what you think
 
 
 
Peter rolled his eyes from where he was sat away from the rest of the crowd, he
was the oldest here...yet again...and he couldn’t deal with all of the
obnoxious arousal and hormones that stunk up the house. He doesn’t understand
why they are at Lydia's house, which is far from great as a Halloween
destination, the Hale burnt out house would be much better. Not that he was
begging to be there (he wasn’t) ,he just wished she made more effort in making
the place creepy not pretty. He brought the cup full of scotch to his lips
sipping the that burnt his throat on the way down. He perched himself on the
built in window seat at the top of the stairs, he flicked through one of the
books that was on the shelves, bored of the party already. He crossed his black
and white pinstriped covered legs over one and other as he leant back against
the window pane. The bow tie was what was annoying him the most, it was just so
big! Be the Mad Hatter, it'll be fun they said. It goes well with your
personality. The hat was beginning to bug him but he could be more incognito if
he could hide his face by pulling it at a certain angle. Why was he here? He
wasn’t even invited.
 
Ever chance Lydia got she would give him a deathly glare before she pranced
away to Aiden in her blue flowing dress, apparently she was some type of
fairy,yawn! Peter wondered if they were trying to do a matching couples thing
cause Aiden and Ethan were also wearing blue dresses. They were less flowing
and covered in blood but that was besides the point. Why were the twins dresses
as girls? Peter wrecked his brain for who they could be referencing when it
clicked to him... 'Come play with us' ,The Shining twins, kudos to them and
their reference to a classic horror movie , a proper Halloween costume unlike
Cora, who decided to dress up ...as something not scaring, would be the best
way to put it, it was scary to him as he didn’t want to see any more skin than
needed. He could never understand why young girls decided to use Halloween to
show the most skin that they could, each to their own he guessed. He wanted to
shove his trench coat on her to cover her up but she instantly scratched him
with her claws and growled at him. It made sense it was her body and her
decision what she wore...doesn't mean he couldn’t attempt to protect her from
the men who use the excuse 'she was asking for it'.
 
Apparently he was wrong , not only the girls dressed like adult entertainers,
Peter may have been in a coma for 6 years but when did Superman dress like
that? Danny just because you are gay doesn’t mean you can wear skimpy
clothing...even if it did sculpt you perfectly. Peter look away , its wrong to
stare.
 
For once Derek agreed with him , he hated that costume, the one she insisted on
wearing she said something about them not being her parents, but he hadn’t show
his feelings...yet. There were many young men looking to take advantage of an
innocent girl who ,while she may be able to fight off supernatural beings and
be dressed as Wonder Woman, still had human emotions and he doubted she had
dated anyone these past 6 years. She was very vulnerable. And Derek would rip
someone's throat out before he let anyone even breathe on her who didn’t
deserve too.

Luckily, for now, Isaac who was dressed as Arch Angel from X-men (even
including the big ass wings) was dancing with Peter's dear little niece. Derek
was okay with that, even if he could tell that the boy was attracted to her.
Then again the little runt was attracted to everyone, Scott,Allison,Cora and
even Derek. It was entertaining to say the least.
 
Yet not as entertaining as a hunter dress in a skin fitting leather costume
dancing with what appeared to be a dragon ,who a certain true-alpha in a badly
designed Dragon costume. He sure hoped Lancelot (Boyd)would slay that
monstrosity. It was blinding him. It was just so ugly and made the seventeen
year old wolf look like he was five. A five year old could not dance with a
steaming hot hunter dressed as Black Widow, it was right nor fair.
 
From where he was sat , he had near perfect view of everything, not that he
cared any more, yet something caught his eye. A mole covered boy dressed in a
red and white striped long sleeved shirt with an equally ridiculous matching
hat, the colours classed with the blue denim jeans he was wearing yet the black
rimmed glasses looked A-MAZING on him. He was yelling at Derek about
something,something to do with his costume, apparently his nephew was Wolverine
from X-Men but honestly he couldn’t distinguish Derek from Logan, the leather
jacket to the tank top and jeans it all screamed broody ex-alpha. Peter
adjusted himself so he would only concentrate on their conversation and not the
rattling high pitched drunken conversations the rest of the teenagers were
having.
 
“Derek~!” Stiles whined. “You can't just be Wolverine and not have the claws!”
 
“I do have the claws,” Derek rolled his eyes. “See?” His nails elongated and he
brought them dangerously close to Stiles' face. Stiles, however, being far too
used to werewolves, merely rolled his eyes and smacked Derek's hand away.
 
“You know what I mean, dick. You might as well have gone as yourself!”
 
“Get over it,” Derek scoffed.
 
“I don't think you understand the extent of my ire!” Stiles cried dramatically,
tugging at his hat furiously. “This is important~!”
 
“Stiles shut up.”
 
“Dude--” Derek sighed and rolled his eyes skyward.
 
“Peter! Come collect your boyfriend, he's pissing me off.” Stiles spluttered
indignantly, turning a bright red.
 
'Boyfriend'? He liked the sound of that. He chuckled before he got off of his
perch and jumped down the stairs uncaring if any of the humans noticed, half
are as drunk as the other are high. Not even a fly on the wall would believe
their words. He weaved between the crowd easily to get to Stiles whose mouth
was bobbing open and closed like a fish out of water, Peter couldn't help but
stare at the young boy's mouth. Stiles looked back and forth between Peter and
his nephew before the next thing Stiles knew , he was flung over Peter's large
shoulder, and a high pitch squeak rattled every werewolves ears. Even if the
noise didn't shock Derek , the action it self did. His eyebrows were nearly in
his hairline and Peter had a smile that could challenge the Cheshire cat. Maybe
he did pick the wrong character from Alice in Wonderland.
 
"No-- hey-- Peter!" Stiles spluttered, squirming and trying to get off of
Peter's shoulder as his hat and glasses dropped to the floor. "Dude! Not cool!"
 
“Careful, love, I’d rather you not knock my hat to the floor, it costs more
than you do.” Peter chuckled he purposely lowered one of his hands to Stiles'
ass so the boy would stop wriggling.
 
"Your hat is an obvious over-compensation!" Stiles retorted, his cheeks flaming
as they drew more and more stares. "And you look like a bargain-bin drop-out;
did you get your outfit from a dumpster?"
 
"Ah, Stiles, that's smooth!" Erica cackled. "Is that your subtle way of telling
Peter that you think his outfit would look better on your floor?" Stiles
squawked indignantly, redoubling his efforts and trying valiantly to ignore the
hand on his ass.
 
"Shut up you she-devil!"
 
"Honey, I don't have to compensate for anything. I could show you if you want."
A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he grinned with werewolf teeth,
winking at Erica who was dressed in a white wedding dress and a leather jacket,
He believed she was Chuckie's bride but at this rate if her comments got Stiles
into his bed , he would marry her .
 
Stiles honestly could not help it. No way was he going to let Peter win this
game of one-up.
 
"Careful Peter," he bit out, pressing his hand into the wolf's lower back
teasingly. "Don't want to go round making promises you can't commit to." Erica
wolf-whistled loudly at that.
 
“ I will gladly commit to helping you find little Waldo.” He raised his
eyebrows up and down as he smirked at the boy, his hands going lower on Stiles'
ass.
 
Stiles couldn't help the little shiver of arousal that bolted down his spine at
the feeling. Mortification covered his face. "Bastard, I wasn't talking about
m--" the breath was knocked from his lungs as Peter began to climb the stairs.
 
Derek looked near death from the sight that had happen in front of him but that
didn’t stop Erica's wolf whistles. Honestly Peter didn’t care about anyone
else, the stares that followed the young boy as Peter climbed the stairs , he
was stuck in the aroma of Stiles' arousal which was eerily close to him ,he'd
be able to smell it on these clothes for days. He swung open the closest door,
luckily a spare bedroom. The older man chuckled at the thought that if it had
been Lydia's bedroom, oh the poor girl, the mortification she would have to
live with. Again. He could hear the boy's protest but he couldn’t care less, it
was too much fun. He threw the young boy onto the bed which he nearly bounced
off of and onto the floor, and then Peter invaded his space, nuzzling at his
neck and leaving a small trail of gentle nibbles. He wanted the boy.
Desperately. But he wouldn’t do anything more without permission, a simple no ,
and he would back off. For now. He would still try to win him over, but he
wouldn’t do anything without a consensual 'yes'.
 
Stiles inhaled at the first brush of Peter's lips against his neck. The
intimacy of their position not fading from his mind. Tentatively, Stiles
brought his hands to rest against the man's broad shoulders. Unsure of what to
do, he slid his hands from their resting place down a broad chest, a groan of
approval rumbling through his chest at the firm muscle he found.
 
"P-Peter," Stiles gasped out, whimpering faintly at the nip the werewolf gave
to his collarbone. "N-not that this isn't, unnnhh, mind m-meltingly awesome.
But, uh, w-what are you doing?"
 
“Derek wanted me to collect you, I was bored, and from our little game I
thought you were up to entertaining me.” Peter nipped harder before he pulled
back and twisted his head questioningly. “Am I wrong?”
 
Stiles gasped at the sensation and trembled slightly.
 
"I- I'm not--" Stiles fought not to fall forwards into the stronger man, "nnh!
Stop that!" Stiles snapped, trying (and failing) to pull out of Peter's grip.
"No!" The teen spat, looking hurt. "I'm not-- no, I'm not going to sleep with
you just for shits and giggles, Peter! I-- I thought--" he swallowed, looking
away and fidgeting.
 
“Do you really think I am that childish that I would use your body for my own
entertainment? Yes, I may have just worded it that way but I thought this was
how this,”He gestured between them “Worked. Joking and witty. Obviously I read
the signs wrong. I would never be heartless enough to toy with your emotions.
Pack is important to me.” Peter sighed and sat up away from the young boy,what
did he expect really? Did he really think the kid would like him back? He
probably didn’t even think Peter possessed the emotions to feel something nice.
He may tease Stiles but that doesn’t mean he would ever hurt the boy (unless
ultimately it was needed.).
 
Stiles didn't hesitate, he reached out, wrapped his arms around Peter's neck
and yanked him back, pressing his mouth to the werewolf's forcefully. He nipped
at his bottom lip when Peter didn't reciprocate, laving his tongue over the
hurt to soothe it almost immediately.
 
"You dumbass," Stiles said, panting slightly when he pulled back to narrow a
glare at him. "Of course I want you, you asinine werewolf. But you're... you,
and I'm me." He shrugged helplessly. "Why would I think of myself as anything
better than just a lay to you? I mean," Stiles' hands almost unconsciously
twined through Peter's hair in a form of fidgeting, "I know you liked me... but
I didn't want to assume anything..." Steeling up his courage, Stiles jut his
chin out at a stubborn angle and met the wolf's eyes dead-on. "I want you," he
said obstinately. "More than just sex though, like... everything else too.
If..." he hesitated, his courage faltering, "if you want me too, of course."
 
Peter smiled and his expression softened immediately.
 
“Stiles, I could have any lay I wanted, I wouldn’t have to play this back and
forth game with you like I have these past few months.” Peter laced a hand onto
the back of the boy's neck, pulling him so his lips were pressed against the
others, but not kissing. “Of course I want you.”
 
It was girly, Stiles knew, but he couldn't help but melt into the kiss, falling
forward to brace himself against Peter's chest. He wrapped his arms around the
wolf's neck and pulled them back down onto the bed, Peter situated between his
legs.
 
“I knew you needed help to find Waldo, I wonder where he is.” Peter chuckled as
he placed a kiss on to his lips before he moved to his neck,biting hard enough
to bruise. “Is he here?” He continued a trail down the boy's torso, trailing
his nose against the sweater before he hiked it up so he could suck on the
boy's hard little nubs. “He doesn’t seem to be here,” Peter had to stop a growl
from escaping his throat from the noises Stiles was trying to simmer down. And
failing. The older man left a trail of chaste kisses and bite marks down his
torso until he got to his happy trail where the man trailed a clawed finger
gently through the little curls. “I think I may have found a clue.” He met
Stiles eyes with lust filled ones.
 
"You're horrible," Stiles stuttered, his hips jerking unpredictably under the
wolf's ministrations. "I'm going to use your pelt as a rug if you don't--" his
voice faltered as a thumb stroked at the trail leading into his pants. "F-
fuck..."
 
“Tut tut, I don’t like impatience little one. It seems the trail has gone
cold.” Peter snickered before he unbuttoned the boy's jeans and yanked them off
in one swift movement, tossing them somewhere on the floor. He blatantly ignore
Stiles' erection for all purposes of teasing the boy, as he moved to trail
kisses down his inner thighs. He inhaled deeply the smell that radiated from
the boy and he was so close to the source, it was getting hard(pun intended) to
control his wolf. He bit down near Stiles' femoral artery, just enough the nick
the skin and have blood bubble to the surface. He carried on sucking until the
boy was writhing beneath him, the femoral artery was incredibly sensitive.
 
Stiles hissed in pain, squirming at the liquid heat laving at the sting.
Reaching down, he ran a hand through Peter's hair, gripping the strands, he
tugged the werewolf up. Peter went easily and the two kissed languidly for a
few moments before Stiles began removing the ridiculous amount of fabric hiding
his... boyfriends? body.
 
"Fuck, I hate your costume," Stiles grumbled in between kisses and fumbling
with the fabric. "Too many layers."
 
“Well the same could be said about anything you wear ,ever!” Peter grumbled
sarcastically before he pulled away to shed some layers. Faster than Stiles was
doing it. He ripped off anything with buttons and threw it on the ground. He
was a hypocrite so sue him, he wanted to please the boy at some point tonight
and the clothes weren’t making it happen any faster. He actually couldn’t care
less about the ridiculous clothes that made him look like Beetlejuice. He no
longer had anything on his torso and his jeans button was undone, yet he moved
back in to invade Stiles' mouth, he kissed him intently before he pulled the
striped sweater over the boy's head. “This really is the best costume I have
seen all night.” He ran his hands down Stiles' body, stopping to hook his
thumbs underneath his boxers waistband. “But the night is still young.” He
smiled that Cheshire smile again even with the tilt of the head.
 
"We're all mad here, Alice," Stiles snorted, slipping his fingers through
Peter's belt-loops to pull him into the v of his legs. "Or you are, at least.
Though, if you keep this up," Stiles glanced pointedly at the thumbs rubbing
circles into his hipbones, "I'm probably going to follow you."
 
His eyes nearly fluttered to the back of his head at what the boy was doing to
him. “And what would young Waldo like me to do to him?” He looked really
animalistic as he pulled down Stiles' boxers leaving them bunched at his ankles
as Peter licked a stripe up the boy's member.
 
Stiles bucked up immediately, a high keening whimper leaving his throat as he
gripped at Peter's hair. "Fuck!" he cried out. His back arched and one hand
flew to his mouth, biting down on the knuckle in an attempt to stifle his
cries.
 
Ahh the sensitivity of a virgin. “Fuck what? Fuck the universe? Because I
agree.” Peter chuckled before his tongue traced the head of Stiles cock, slowly
engulfing more until he had half of it in his mouth and pulled back again
smirking as he watched the boy unravel. “There's no point in doing that.” He
was gesturing towards the biting of the knuckles. “They will hear you anywhere,
if not, they will smell us.” He was probably enjoying this way too much.
 
Stiles glared at him, choking back the moans as best he could. "I was hoping
you could fuck me," Stiles told him boldly, his voice raspy with arousal. "But
if you don't think you're up to the task..." Stiles smirked, despite the minute
flicking of his hips, "I guess the Mad Hatter really was compensating for
something."
 
A full out belly laugh rumbled through Peter,this is what he wanted, what he
enjoyed so much about Stiles. The challenge. He crawled up to meet the boy's
lips revelling in the whine that Stiles made at the loss of contact, the next
thing he did cause a squeak of surprise to fill the room, as he flipped the
positions so Stiles was now lay on top of him.“Would Waldo like to stop being
lazy for once and find something instead of others finding him?It's down right
rude.” He sat up causing the boy to sit up too, where he grasped the boy's
hands and placed them on his hip bones. Waiting. He knew Stiles could feel his
erection against his bare ass.
Stiles bit his lip hard at the feeling, grinding down on rough denim in an
effort to feel more of him. His thoughts scattered for a moment before he
managed to piece together what Peter had just said. "M-maybe I just like the
thrill of the chase," Stiles told him, unzipping Peter's fly to get at his
cock, a thrill going through him at the feel of bare flesh underneath the
denim. "I have to say I go mad for the feel of something stalking me." He gave
the hardened flesh a stroke, the angle was new but not exactly unfamiliar (the
sparks that flashed up his spine at Peter's groan didn't exactly hurt things).
 
“Fuck, Stiles.” Peter groaned, gasping,lets be honest it had been awhile since
he had been touched by someone else. Sex was not his first priority. Peter
could feel his stomach clenching, he wanted to take the boy right then and
there, but he couldn’t. The feeling of Stiles touching his cock was too
overwhelming to stop.
 
Stiles was somewhat nervous, scared of mucking things up. But the look of bliss
on Peter's face quickly outweighed his fears. Becoming daring, Stiles tightened
his grip to a near painful point on Peter's cock before twisting deliciously
over the head.
 
"Come on," he goaded, "you can do better than this."
 
Peter growls and offers his fingers to the boy for him to suck on, he didn’t
bring lube and he was certain there wouldn’t be any in a guest night stand.

"Shut up and put that obscene mouth to use."
 
Stiles gave a wicked grin and nipped playfully at the tip of Peter's fingers
before slowly sucking them into his mouth, keeping his eyes pinned to Peter's
the entire way. He had once read that keeping eye contact was one of the most
intense and intimate things a person could do, and he was having fun finding
out if it were true. His other hand encircled Peter's cock again, his fingers
dancing along the hard flesh teasingly.
 
Peter growled and breathed through his nose heavily before he adjusted the boy
so he could have easy access to his ass ,ergo on his back. His fingers now
thoroughly wet he slowly pushed a lubed finger in , the boy's grip on his skin
tightened, thank god he had moved him so he didn’t have grip on his cock,
though he did miss the contact. Stiles made a sound somewhere between a gasp
and whine , a small noise escaping his heavenly mouth ever time Peter curled
his finger. He slowly inserted another finger and scissored the two, Stiles
kept his eyes squeezed shut and was rutting against the digits inside him,gasps
filling the room. Peter inserted a third finger, causing Stiles to let out a
low whimper. His curled his fingers, trying to get him fully stretched for his
length. When he thought the boy was ready he pulled his digits out, chuckling
at the sounds Stiles made. A thought crossed his mind, how was he to fuck the
boy without lube, it was his first time, even with the preparation, no lube and
Peter's size would not deal well.
 
“Stiles ,suck my cock.” He demanded. “Please.” It was more of a beg, the eye
contact and swirling of his tongue around his fingers was so arousing he
wondering what the inexperienced boy could do. “Use as much saliva as you
have.”
 
 
Stiles looked up at him in confusion before understanding struck and a blush
crossed his face.
 
"Umm.. alright, you're going to have to let me up then," he pointed out. When
they had readjusted, Peter sitting on the edge of the bed with Stiles between
his knees, the boy swallowed thickly and chanced a glance up at the wolf before
looking at his cock. He could feel his mouth water, and sparks danced along his
spine teasingly before he bent forward and began to give teasing kitten licks
along the length. Flicking his tongue just underneath the head, he used his
hands to knead into Peter's muscles before shuffling forward and latching his
mouth over the tip of Peter's cock, suckling lightly.
 
“We don’t have all night ,little one, he won't bite. You do want me to fuck you
don’t you?” Peter gasped getting impatience and losing control again.
 
Stiles flushed, embarrassed. "I've never done this before, excuse me for being
hesitant." He muttered.
 
Peter flinched a little. "Sorry,Stiles, I forget. It's new for me to be with
someone so inexperienced...yet its fun, sorry." He was being a dick but if
Stiles knew how delicious he smelt , he would understand.
 
 
"Fucking lucky I like you," Stiles said, forgiveness softening his body from
its previously tense line. Stiles ducked his head, sucking the hardened flesh
into his mouth strongly, taking Peter's words into account anyways. Spit built
up in his mouth but the teen didn't bother swallowing it back, too interested
in taste the precome that slowly seeped from the head of Peter's cock.
Breathing deeply, Stiles pushed forward, trying to see how deep he could take
the man in. On the verge of gagging, Stiles pulled back before trying again,
sliding further down on the wolf's cock. Using as many techniques as he could
(just because he was physically inexperienced didn't mean he wasn't aware,
alright? He had a healthy curiosity!), Stiles continued along this until he had
the majority of Peter's member in his mouth. His throat fluttering around the
hard flesh as he swallowed around him.
 
“I am very lucky” Peter stroked the boy's face gently. He had to stop Stiles'
there otherwise he would have came.
 
“Come here ,little one, lets get to the most anticipated part. You've done so
well, you deserve a treat.” He picked Stiles up off of his knees, mentally
saving the dirty pop sound that came from the boy's mouth as his cock fell out
of his mouth. He lay the boy down on his back, making sure he was comfortable
before he placed a chaste kiss on his forehead.
 
With his cock as lubed as it could be, he lined it up to Stiles' entrance
slowly pushing into the boy. Not wanting to rush him. Yet as soon as he was
fully inside him , it took all of his might to not let the wolf take over, his
claws were ripping up the blankets as he struggled to not thrust.
 
Everything halts. He looks down. Stiles' back is rounded. His shoulders are
heaving. He’s struggling to breathe.
 
“Love are you okay? Is it too much?” Peter was about ready to pull out and
abort mission. “Have you changed your mind?”
 
"Hale," Stiles grit out, feeling lightheaded but so, so good, "if you don't
begin to move soon, I'm going to find someone who will fuckme properly." His
eyes had almost been swallowed in black as he glared up at him, clawing at his
shoulders as he tugged him into a harsh kiss, bucking his hips. "Move!" He
demanded, gasping.
 
“What like my nephew? Considering Hale could be anyone of my family” Peter
growled getting possessive , it was stupid considering he was inside the boy,
but he always noticed something between Stiles and Derek.
 
Stiles grit his teeth, Peter's possessive streak could not have come at a worse
time.
 
"Maybe I will," the boy spat, squirming in an attempt to get more friction, "or
maybe you should show me just why I shouldn't."
 
The growl rumbled through Stiles as Peter closed his eyes, groans, cants his
whole body forward, and Stiles cries out, voice catching, letting the rest of
his breath out only when Peter pulls out an inch or two. He struggles for
another inhalation, and Peter pushes forward again, and now he can almost feel
that bump that had made Stiles shout before. A dizzy thrill flies up through
his chest when Stiles shouts again at the contact. Yes. He did that. And he
does it again, and Stiles’ hands go to claws on the sheets, gathering up
handfuls of them.
And the tightness won’t let up, either, and Stiles’ shouts grow more ragged and
louder and higher, until they break, then they shatter on the floor of his
register and they’re low moans again. Peter doesn’t know what he’s saying, just
“tight” and “Stiles” and “fuck,” and still his eyes are drawn to Stiles as his
hips drive into him.
 
Stiles' head is swimming and lights flash behind his eyes with every pass. The
coil of his body is getting tighter and tighter, the continuous hits on his
prostate only furthering his body into a heated frenzy. Mindlessly, Stiles
reached up to pull Peter's head down, kissing him breathlessly before pressing
their foreheads together, searching for the closeness. Peter was growling,
continuously and fuck if that didn't just wind Stiles higher. Another solid hit
to his prostate had Stiles' back arching, his cock shooting ropes of come and
tagging Peter (and Stiles himself) in the abdomen. Everything became floaty,
and Stiles was pretty sure he had just shot his brains out his cock. Peter's
movements were frantic now, and Stiles languidly wrapped his arms around the
man's shoulders and began to nip at his neck and ear. "Peter, please," Stiles
said breathily, intent on winding the wolf past his breaking point.
 
The older man snarled at the way the boy said his name, it alone sent him over
the age, filling Stiles with his come, he kept thrusting in and out until he
finished ride the ecstasy. He gently pulled out before he collapsed onto the
boy ,not caring about the sweat or come.
 
“Fuck you. Don't use my jealousy against me ever again....god I love you.” He
huffed out trying to catch his breath.
 
"Well then maybe you shouldn't get so jealous," Stiles teased, combing his
fingers through Peter's hair soothingly before the rest of the wolf's sentence
caught up with him.
 
Freezing, Stiles felt his heart stutter in his chest and his brain short-
circuit. Looking down, the werewolf laying lethargically on his chest, Stiles
couldn't help but feel something warm swell inside of him.
 
"Did you mean that?" Stiles whispered, awe in his voice.
 
If it wasn’t for his werewolf hearing and the way Stiles heart missed a beat ,
he would have been nervous that he said something wrong. Yet he didn’t. For
once.
 
“Yes,Waldo, I meant it. I love you.” He made eye contact from where his head
lay.

Stiles grinned blindingly bright, and reeled Peter in for a strong and sweet
kiss. "I love you too, you mad bastard," Stiles whispered, hugging him tight.
"Stay?"
 
“Well … I don’t know, I have a psycho class 101 in the morning plus I’d like to
keep my balls attached to my body and I get the feeling if I fall asleep here,
Lydia,Derek or Scott might tear them off.” Peter chuckled as he snuggled into
the boy.
"Then take me home," Stiles shrugged, "I don't much care, as long as you don't
go far."
 
How sweet.
 
“I'd rather not move you yet, I’m comfortable plus you're going to be in pain.
They shall just have to get use to it. I'm sure you'll love me with or without
balls.” Peter smirked into Stiles' neck as he positioned themselves so he could
spoon him, his flaccid cock against the boy's ass, as he wrapped his arms
tightly around him pulling him flush against him before he yanked a blanket on
them to cover their indecency. He wasn’t going to let go of Stiles any time
soon. Not without a fight.
 
Anyone who thought otherwise would be in for areal treat.
 
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