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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Trapped_In_Elevator, Panic_Attacks, 20_Questions, First_Time, Blow_Jobs,
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Doggy_Style, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering,
      Fluff
  Series:
      Part 3 of Laugh_at_the_girl_who_loves_too_easily_and_TheLastTactician
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-21 Words: 7426
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by Laugh_at_the_girl_who_loves_too_easily, TheLastTactician_(orphan_account)
The wolf was leant against the shiny metal, his arms crossed over his chest as
he looked down at Stiles. Not that the boy was short, he wasn’t. Peter just
found a way to look down at everyone.
 
“Floor seven.” Peter announced to the younger boy, who pressed the button which
illuminated. “You understand that if you touch anything in my apartment without
permission I will bite your fingers off?” A women climbed on quickly with a
push chair, Stiles helping her with it ,she rolled her eyes at Peter's way of
talking to Stiles,smiling at the teen before getting off on the third floor.
 
"Are you going to bite my fingers for symbolism or just if I use them to
touch?" Stiles replied cheekily. "If I use my elbow does that count? Or what if
I touch you? As you'll -technically- be in your apartment?"
 
Peter growled at the boy but was smiling like an idiot at the boy's wit. “You
can touch me as much as you like.” He purred with a lopsided grin.
 
"Well now that just diminishes your entire threat," Stiles cackled as he looked
up at the floor number.
 
The wolf followed the boy's eye line. Floor 5. Only two more floors. Shouldn’t
be long, Peter thought.
 
Oh ,he shouldn’t have. He just jinxed it.
 
The whole elevator shook to an abrupt stop and made a horrible croaking noise.
Peter was on high alert, claws out and fangs showing. One could never be too
careful.
 
Stiles jolted, stumbling into the wall with a heavy thud. The lights flickered
off and then on before shutting off. Only a pale eerie light still on,
shrouding them both in darkness.
 
"What the hell?" he muttered.
 
“Well this is a first.” Peter shrugged with a nonchalant tone. He shuffled over
to the elevator buttons and pressed the emergency help one. A metallic voice
came through asking 'what the emergency was?' to which the wolf replied like
the machine was stupid. “The elevator has broken down, why else would anyone
press this button?” which was followed by 'we shall get someone out as soon as
possible.'
 
“Should I just climb up the shaft?” Chuckling slightly at the word. He was
child, leave him be.
 
"No!" Stiles gasped, panicked. His eyes were wide and he was trembling faintly
as he pressed himself into the corner of the elevator. "I- I mean, um, d-don't
bother... they'll... they'll get it fixed soon... right?" His voice broke off
into a whisper, his trembling worsening.
 
All the teen could think of was of water, and metal walls. Like the day he
drowned for his father, it felt like someone had gripped his throat and
squeezed his airway. Gasping for air, Stiles let his head fall back against the
wall as his heart throbbed painfully.
 
“Hey, are you okay? Is it the dark? Does your phone have a flashlight app?”
Peter rambled suddenly really concerned for the boy. The wolf grasped the back
of Stiles head, stopping it from hitting the metal again. He slid to the floor
and brought the boy with him,sitting him in between his legs. Peter slid a hand
in the boy's pocket and grabbed his phone. “Should I call someone?” He asked as
he rubbed small circles into the teens back.
 
"I just--" Stiles gasped, shaking horribly. "P-Panic attack-- can't-- can't
breathe--" He latched onto the wolf's knee, squeezing in a search for something
to keep him grounded as black spots danced in front of his vision.
 
“You're going to be okay,come on,sit up straight.” He forced the boy to sit up
and open up his airways more. “Listen to my horrible voice, and think about
something else , your favourite memory.” He laced his fingers with the boy's on
his knee.
 
Stiles breathed harshly, chest heaving as he gripped the wolf's hand tightly.
"T-talk to me--" he told the wolf, breathing shallowly.
 
“About what? No pressure here.” He chuckled. “ So, Lydia, you still have a
crush on her?” He raised an eyebrow, really? Lydia is his first thought?
 
Stiles shook his head, not capable of drumming up the air to scoff. A tremble
shook his entire body, rattling his body. Making a distressed noise, Stiles
curled forward, dropping his head onto his knees, instinct making him curl up.
 
“No ,you don’t.” Peter smirked ,picking the teen up and swivelling him to wrap
his legs around his waist still sat on his lap. The wolf cupped Stiles' face
,stroking lightly ,forcing him to look into his eyes. “Tell me about your mom.”
He demanded softly.
 
She--" Stiles breathed hard, forcing himself to slow his breathing as he stared
into the wolf's eyes. "She was beautiful-- Dad-- Dad says I look a lot-- lot
like her. She-- she used to-- used to pick me up and-- and dance with me." His
heart beat slowed, as he gripped the back of the wolf's neck. "She would've-
- would've liked you, I think. Same-- same type of sarcastic humour."
 
“I sincerely doubt that.” He grinned leaning his forehead against the boy's.
“She sounded lovely just like you are.” Peter was stilling rubbing circles into
his back.
 
"Dad always says me and her are p-painfully similar," Stiles' body relaxed as
he slumped forward, curving his body towards Peter. "And lord knows I like you,
dunno why she wouldn't." The teen huffed on a weak laugh, exhaustion making him
sway. "She probably would've given you a shovel talk though... a better one
than my dad at that... Mum was terrifyin' when she wanted to be..."
 
Peter chuckled at the thought ,he noticed the boy swaying and wrapped his arms
tightly around him.
“Feel better?” He softly asked.
 
He nodded tiredly, his face pressed against the wolf's neck and shoulder. "'m
sorry 'bout this..." he groaned, "didn't know I'd have a flashback..."
 
Peter shivered at the contact and closed his eyes. “I have them as well, it's
all good. I wonder how long maintenance are going to be?”
 
"I hope not that long," the teen murmured, squeezing the wolf's hand. "It could
be worse though..."
 
“Talking you out of a panic attack is not my idea of fun. I planned at the end
of the evening for you to be in my lap,but in a difference sense and with less
panic.” He smirked,his thumb caressing the teens hand.
 
"Contrariwise, I could be stuck in here with someone else and not be in your
lap," Stiles hummed, nuzzling into the wolf comfortably.
 
“Touché” Peter smiled. “Does that mean you aren’t complaining about being in my
lap?”
 
"Does it sound like I am?" he snorted, not moving an inch.
 
“No,but that is surprising. Didn't know my lap was so comfortable.” He turned
his head and pressed his lips against the boy's forehead.
 
"Dunno if its your lap or its just you," Stiles chuckled. "You'll tell me if
you want me to move?"
 
“Do I seem like the person who wouldn’t?” He retorted when a high pitch beeping
caused the wolf to flinch and the same metallic voice came through again.
 
“We shall be there within the next forty minutes.” Before it shut off again.
 
“Fuck sake, really? I'm going to sue....We should of took the stairs.” Peter
let out an exasperated sigh and flicked his head back to hit the metal wall.
“So, how shall we past the time?”
 
Stiles groaned and pressed himself further into the wolf. "We definitely
should've taken the stairs," he said, his voice stressed.
 
“I can climb up the shaft with you,with ease?” He waited for an answer.
 
The teen couldn't help the whimper that worked its way from his throat. "Don't,
please don't. The only thing worse than being trapped inside a metal coffin is
being trapped inside a metal tube with the possibility of falling to my death."
 
“I wouldn’t let you fall! But if you are sure...” He mumbled ,his lips a tight
line. “Shall we play 20 questions?” He chuckled.
 
Stiles nodded slowly. "Sure, go for it."
 
“Is anything off limits?” He smirked playfully, one of his hands on Stiles'
back going to the boy's ass.
 
"Does that count as your first question?" Stiles teased, tensing momentarily
before relaxing under his touch. "Nah, not really. You?"
 
“Yes ,it counts.” He chuckled. “And I’d prefer no dead family questions but I
can live with it if you do ask.” He paused momentarily, looking up as he
thought. “What turns you off?” He tilted his head, with a Cheshire cat like
smile.
 
Stiles made a face. "Uh... Anything heavy BDSM. That freaks me out --not cause
it's bad, but because I can't stand to be totally pinned down and the push-pull
of a relationship is what's fun, you know? Um..." the teen shrugged. "Can't
really say, honestly. I'm still a virgin, so I'm not really about to rule a lot
of things out." Shaking his head, a faint blush on his face, the teen looked up
at him with a faint grin. "Since you started it: what turns you on?"
 
“Interesting. I can understand why someone as fidgety as you wants to be able
to move.” He hummed as he thought. “I'm pretty easy to please. But as a wolf
,marking is very much a turn on. And scent matters too. I guess my biggest turn
on is someone knowing exactly what they want.”Peter drummed his fingers against
Stiles' ass unconsciously. “When was your last sex dream?”He snickered enjoying
making the boy squirm. Stiles was stuck ,he had to answer so of course the wolf
was going to ask the most personal questions. He looked down at the boy waiting
for an answer.
 
Stiles cleared his throat, his face red. "Um, the night before last." Shaking
his head, the teen narrowed his eyes at him. "I asked Scott once but... Is you
wolf conscious? Like, can you differentiate between the human and the wolf?
Scott said he could... but you're a born wolf so..."
 
There was a twinkle of mischief in the wolfs eyes. “Was your sex dream
involving bestiality or was is involving Scott because, why was this the
question you ask afterwards? But yes, the are separate,less so for born wolves,
since we bond more you could say.” He grinned toothily at the teen.
 
"Neither," Stiles grumbled, elbowing him. "And that totally counts as a
question ,ass. I asked because you were talking about your wolf..." Humming in
thought quietly, the teen cocked his head at him. "Do mates exist for
werewolves?"
 
He burst out laughing at the boy's response, Stiles wobbling against him as he
laughed. “Yes, they exist. ” He wanted to ask why the boy wanted to know, but
he was sure he would find out sooner rather than later. “Wild sex or romantic
sex?”
 
"I think there's a time and place for both," Stiles replied instantaneously.
"Passion is important for either or, and I'm more interested in it being
passionate." Shifting in the wolf's lap lightly, the teen thought. "How does
that work? Like, is there one mate for every wolf or is it something you can
choose?"
 
“Don't get a choice, it just happens I guess. As wolves we mate for life, so if
our mate dies we never get another one.” He explained. “That counts as two
questions.” He smirked playfully,his hand on the boy's back slipping under his
shirts to rub gently on the bare skin on his lower back. “What sexual position
are you looking forward to the most? And how come you aren’t asking question
you'll never get the chance to ask me again?” He blinked vaguely confused.
 
"Um... well, I guess because I don't want to stumble onto something sensitive?"
Stiles frowned. "And I figure... most of your family is a difficult topic...
So, I don't want to ask you. If you need to talk about it, I trust that you'll
come to me." Blushing faintly, the teen shivered under Peter's hand. "Um...
would it be stupid of me to say all of them? I'm mostly just curious so..." he
shrugged, "I'm not about to label a favourite when I can see interesting
aspects of all of them." Stiles cocked his head. "How many siblings did you
have?"
 
“Only one, Talia. I had more cousins than siblings.” He asking ,not much
feeling in his voice. “That makes sense, though I am wondering why you have
only asked me one sexual question and I have asked you ever so many,does that
make me a bad person or an opportunist?” He asked as he nuzzled into the boy's
neck .
 
"I think it makes you curious," Stiles shrugged, tilting his head to give the
wolf space. "It would make you a bad person if I told you to stop and you
pushed me."
 
“You have a point.” He mumbled against the boy's skin. “You didn’t ask a
question.”
 
"Do-- do wolves always know who their mate is?" Stiles asked hesitantly.
 
“Not always no, I mean they feel a pull towards said person more than anyone
else,but they can be too dumb to figure it out,too stubborn or haven’t met them
yet. Are you asking because you are interested in Derek? I have noticed you and
my nephew becoming close.” Peter didn’t move an inch though.
 
Stiles made a face. "Ugh, no. Derek's hot, don't get me wrong. But he can be
dumb as a brick sometimes," the teen shook his head before looking up at the
wolf hesitantly. "I was, um, wondering because if-- if he knew... I was worried
that it meant Kate Argent had been his mate... which would've been a cruel fate
for him."
 
“Pftt that bitch could be no ones mate.” He growled angrily,breathing deeply to
calm himself. “Derek was a kid, a stupid kid,who found comfort in his teacher's
arms. And the whore took advantage. Derek has yet to meet his mate or is too
dumb to figure out if they are in his pack. It is rare for a human to be a
mate.”
 
"Oh," Stiles said softly, biting his lower lip. A pang of sadness hit him in
the stomach before he pushed it down. "Um... do you have a mate?"
 
He smelt the sadness momentarily before it dimmed. He bit the inside of his
cheek as he thought of a way to answer. “It is possible for mates not to accept
each other. Rare also but possible.”
 
"Is that what happened to you?" Stiles asked before flushing hotly. "Sorry, I
didn't mean to sound so-- sorry..."
 
“I have yet to come forward to my mate due to my actions early this year.” He
was afraid. “What are you sorry for? I don’t see anything wrong with what you
asked.”
 
"I don't want to pry," Stiles blushed. "And... you should probably tell them...
they deserve to know, I think."
 
“They deserve better.” The wolf smiled weakly ,plucking the boy off of his lap
and standing up to stretch his legs.
 
Stiles frowned but rest against the wall of the elevator obligingly, bringing
his knees up to his chest as he watched the wolf pace. "If you say so..." he
murmured, sighing faintly. "Well, it's your turn anyways."
 
“Who is the least person in the pack that you would want to kiss you? Other
than Scott. And don’t be afraid to say me just because you are stuck in a
'metal coffin' with me.” He rambled ,pacing faster.
 
Stiles made a face. "You wouldn't be the last person I'd want to kiss... but
I'd have to say Jackson..." The teen snorted. "If you could choose any two
people from the pack to have a threesome with, who'd you choose?"
 
“You.” He said instantaneously,pondering on the second choice. “Isaac or Erica.
I wouldn’t refuse Erica if she wanted to bring Boyd...And I hate you for making
me chose, its the best way to remind me I am old and how illegal you all are.”
He shrugged,finally stopping pacing and sliding down the metal wall to sit next
to Stiles, his thigh bumping against the others. “How bout you?” He said
staring up at the ceiling.
 
Stiles sniggered. "I'm sure you'll live... and you... maybe Erica. Though Erica
and Boyd together would be something else, I guess." The teen laughed. "Why did
you offer me the bite?"
 
“Why wouldn’t I? You would be a perfect wolf as much as you are a perfect
human.” He shrugged. “Why would you chose me as well?”
 
"T-technically, that's two questions," Stiles flushed, looking away and
fidgeting lightly.
 
“Technically I don’t care. And I have 6 more questions so I can ask two.” He
snickered teasingly.
 
"Let's not answer the first question because it's depressing," Stiles made a
face. "And as for why I would choose you, well... I trust you with me. More
than that, I don't figure you'd be a selfish lover, and you'd probably allow me
to figure out what I'd like."
 
“Thank you .” He chuckled. “What is your question?”
 
"Um..." the teen glanced up at the roof of the elevator as he thought. "Well,
same question, why would you choose me?"
 
“Because...you are attractive. I can teach you things and you will also make it
interesting ,a challenge.” He huffed out a breath. “Would you let me kiss you?”
 
"Yes," Stiles told him with a faint blush before frowning. "Well... no? I mean,
I don't want to do that to your, um, mate."
 
“I'm taking your first answer.” He snickered before he moved in quickly and
pressed his lips against the teens.
 
Stiles made a soft noise in his throat, melting into the kiss for a minute
before pulling away and climbing to his feet, moving away. "Okay, no, this is
really not a good idea," Stiles rambled, his hand twisting into his flannel
shirt. "Cause if I do this with you, I'm going to end up stupidly attached to
you, and then you're going to go off with your mate and I'm going to be left
feeling stupid and hurt and no one needs that so no. No, I really want you but
no, I can't do this to myself."
 
“Trust me , I'm not leaving you for anyone. Ever.” He said with all honesty.
“But I understand,not wanting to be with me, said reason I won't tell my mate
whohe is.” He gave a weak one sided grin as he kept eye contact the whole time
through saying his confession . Peter looked down at the boy's right wrist,
pulling him closer by it until he could place a chaste kiss on the inside of
his wrist,over the most dominant vein before he dropped it back to Stiles'
side.
 
Stiles scowled and punched him in the chest lightly. "You're not listening to
me," he said, his voice strained, "I'm trying to tell you that I have a crush
on you. I have for a while. I want to be with you and that's the problem."
 
He rubbed his chest with a playful snarl on his lips.“And you aren’t deducing
that you are my mate!” He replied angrily. The wolf paused,silent at his
outburst.
 
The teen's breath hitched, awe dawning in his eyes. "Really?" he whispered.
 
The wolf grunt and rubbed his stomach as he felt it twisted and turning,
flipping and wretching. His eyebrows furrowed and he couldn’t look at the boy.
“I had promised myself that I wouldn’t tell you.” He whispered barely audible.
 
"I'm so fucking glad that you did," Stiles choked, flying forward to wrap his
arms around the wolf's neck, hugging him tightly. Pulling back, he kissed the
wolf desperately.
 
He really wanted to kiss the boy back to hug him tightly but he felt vulnerable
as hell right now. He gently pushing Stiles away from him so he could talk. “So
what? You are accepting? Fuck. I can't ask you that ,you don’t even know what
mating involves. How did this go from you not wanting to do it, to me?!”
 
Falling back, Stiles stared at him plaintively before frowning in realization.
"You're still not listening to me," he said flatly. "Despite your refusal to
tell me what I was, you were still spoken for, Peter. Your mate -I-" he
faltered faintly before regaining his voice, "still had a claim on you. Even if
you didn't want them -me- to know. And I didn't want to get involved with
someone who had a mate. I already had a thing for you, I didn't want to risk my
heart to you leaving me for someone else. And god forbid if it were someone I
knew," a hurt tone entered his voice, "having to see you happy after knowing
what I could've had... it would've killed me. That'swhy I didn't want to kiss
you before."
 
“I amlistening. I'm just not understanding. I get that you “want” me but are
you really willing to stick with me for the rest of your life? Because unless I
die...again...then that's what it will be, I will tear anyone's face off if
they get with you. Unless they are in the threesome with us.”
 
 
Stiles frowned before stepping into the wolf's space and gripping his hand
lightly. "I want you, Peter. And unless you tell me to go, I'm not leaving
you." Lacing their fingers together lightly, Stiles looked up at him. "I'm in
this for the long-run," he said softly.
 
Peter's face softened and he leant in to kiss the boy. Nibbled at his bottom
lip,playfully.
 
The teen smiled into the kiss and opened his mouth easily, flicking his tongue
against the wolf's lightly.
 
The wolf sucked on his tongue before he explored the boy's mouth with his own.
His hands gripping the boy's ass hard,it was going to bruise.
 
Groaning into the kiss, Stiles squirmed, reaching up to wrap his arms around
Peter's neck tightly.
 
He pulled back with a smile on his face.“How much longer to you think they will
be?Cause I’ve been half hard ever since you were sat on my lap and not
panicking.”
 
The teen hummed and glanced back at the doors. "We could buzz them again...
else we risk giving more than the security guy a show."
 
“It's your turn, I’ll rip the box out if I have to talk to the machine again.”
He whined.
 
Stiles snorted but obligingly unwound his arms from Peter's neck and turned
around, buzzing security. "Dude, can I get an ETA on when we're out?"
 
"Uhhh... yeah, it might be around twenty-thirty minutes," the guy crackled
through. "Sorry, sir."
 
Stiles made a face at the buzzer.
 
“You a 'sir', really? They suck, I’m moving house. Is there room under your
bed? Also if they come and see the “show” it's because they took so fucking
long!” Peter grumbled, reeling the boy back in.
 
"Maybe he thinks I'm cute," Stiles teased, burrowing into the wolf's embrace
fondly. "Don't be jealous."
 
“Can he even see you?” He growled. “And you never answered about your bed.”
 
"You're welcome to my bed," Stiles replied, amused, "but I don't think you want
to be around my dad for that amount of time."
 
“Why? I'm sure he'll like the 30 something year old murdering zombie wolf who
is fucking his minor son, who wouldn’t? He smirked ,playfully.
 
The teen snorted and pulled the wolf down for a light kiss. "You haven't
actually fucked me yet, and wouldn't you prefer having your own place where you
can make me scream without any worry of who will come in and stop us?"
 
“Please don't make me harder. I'm not wearing underwear and it is chaffing
already.” He whined like a child. “ I'd also like an apartment where it doesn’t
take an hour and half to get the only elevator to work.”
 
"Anh, sweetheart," Stiles smirked, purposely pressing his body against Peter's,
rubbing against the wolf's groin. "Guess that's what you get for not wearing
underwear."
 
Peter groaned painfully. “You are a brat.” He snarled.
 
"You wouldn't have me any other way," he laughed.
 
“I would like to have you on all fours and fuck you like the animal that I am.”
He grinned evilly,cupping the boy's crotch.
 
The teen inhaled sharply, his length hardening. "Do I also get your mark on my
wrist out of this deal?" he asked in a rasp.
 
“Of fucking course.” The whispered into his ear,licking the shell of it before
he picked the boy up,wrapping his legs around his waist and backing him against
the metal wall. “I'd love to fuck you so you could see you reflection in the
metal.” He growled before he smashed their lips together.
 
"I'd love you to fuck me until we fog the metal up," Stiles cooed at him, a
challenging look in his eye as he ground down against the wolf.
 
He snarled animalisticly, bucking up against the boy, before he let out a
frustration sigh and dropped his head onto the boy's shoulder. “We can't. I
don’t think I want your first time to be in an elevator,plus we have no lube.”
 
Groaning in frustration, Stiles let his head fall back against the wall.
"Ugh... you had to rile me up, didn't you?"
 
“You did it to me first!” Peter gasped in shock, that the boy was trying to be
a victim.
 
"You're the one who brought up the fact that you were half-hard," Stiles
snorted before dropping down to the floor, making sure to slide against the
wolf purposely.
 
“Fuuck. We could use saliva?” He said through gritted teeth.
 
"Or I could just suck you off and then you promise not to bite my fingers off
once we get into your apartment," Stiles replied with a smirk, gently stroking
his hand down the zipper on the wolf's jeans.
 
“But that's not really fair on you?” He sounded broken.
 
Stiles shrugged. "Make it up to me later?"
 
The wolf nodded enthusiastically , his fingers tracing the boy's jawline before
he kissed him deeply.
 
Kissing him back, Stiles slowly moved them backwards until Peter was pressed
against the other wall. Rucking up the wolf's shirt, Stiles slowly stroked the
skin exposed before unbuttoning and unzipping the front of Peter's jeans.
Dipping his hand in, he stroked at the hardened flesh he found there.
 
“Fucking hell.” Peter groaned as he bit his lip ,his fingers instantly lacing
into the boy's hair.
 
Sinking to his knees with unusual grace, the teen looked up at him before
tugging the wolf's cock out into the open. Suckling on the head lightly, Stiles
licked long stripes from root to tip, swirling slightly over the head.
 
One of Peter's hands had claws digging into the metal,scratching marks into it
as he gasped loudly.
 
Grinning faintly, Stiles stroked the base of his cock as he opened his mouth
and slid the tip into his mouth, fluttering his tongue around it. Sinking more
in, the teen sucked around him harshly.
 
“Stiles.” He begged his fingernails, that he was trying so hard to make sure
didn’t turn to claws, scratching at the boy's scalp.
 
Taking pity on the wolf, Stiles sucked hard and began to bob on the length in
his mouth. His tongue moved continuously, dipping into the slit lightly.
Exhaling as he sunk down, Stiles managed to swallow around the length in his
throat before feeling his throat tighten, making him pull up. Frowning faintly,
the teen did it again, his throat fluttering around the wolf's cock.
 
“Don't force yourself.” Peter choked,finding it hard to speak. He was so close
already, he could feel the tightening in his stomach.
 
Huffing faintly, Stiles ignored him and did it again. Pausing, the wolf's
length deep in his throat, Stiles looked up at him. Sunlit whiskey meeting
cobalt blue.
 
He couldn’t help it, it was an involuntary action. His hips bucked forcing his
cock further inside the boy's mouth. “Sorry.” He apologized instantly as his
claws dug into his hands. He was so close.
 
Stiles smoothed his hand over the wolf's hip in acceptance. Sucking hard, the
teen moved his head fast. Gripping what he couldn't fit into his mouth with his
hand and stroking the base, twisting his wrist tightly.
 
Heat licked at his insides, coiling and writhing,breaking him; twisting further
up his spine and making his brain spin around. He panted the boy's name loudly
as he came into his mouth, deflating against the side of the elevator.
 
Swallowing, Stiles pulled off and slid his hands up to the wolf's hips.
Standing up, the teen grinned smugly and nuzzled into Peter's neck
affectionately.
 
“What so you'll undress me but not dress me?” He joked as he pulled up his
jeans ,and snuggled against the boy.
 
The elevator jolted and slowly began moving again, the lights flickering on as
it did so. The teen sniggered. "Nice job of distracting me, Hale."
 
“Any time. Let's move the distracting to my apartment...finally.” He yawned as
it got to the seventh floor. As the doors opened ,he watched Stiles' ass as he
walked out. Peter stopped in between the doors,claws ready to break the
elevator again, to smite the maintenance guy.
 
Stiles turned and snorted as he watched Peter break the elevator. "You're such
a child," he chuckled fondly.
 
“I don’t like people who take 5 hours to fix one elevator.” He shrugged with a
grumble, leading the boy to his apartment. “You chose to keep me... so far.”
 
"It didn't take five hours, and you ended up with your mate by your side out of
the mix, so perhaps it wasn't all bad?" Stiles grinned at him crookedly as he
followed along eagerly.
 
“Still, they should do there job better.” He smirked as he put the key in the
door,holding it open for the teen.
 
Walking inside, Stiles looked around curiously, almost immediately wandering
over to the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and trailing his fingers along the
spines of the books. "You know, you can tell a lot about a person judging on
the books they have," Stiles told him. "My mom used to tell me that."
 
“How sweet. “ He said genuinely before “I'm sure it just tells you how much of
a bore I am , and also how bringing up parents sort of dim this sexual mood.”
He joked with a chuckle.
 
"Books are not boring," Stiles said, affronted. "And it actually tells me
you're an analytic mind with a ridiculous memory-retention for the amount of
research books you have. Which also tells me you have a thing for history. It
also tells me that you're organized because you've organized your books by
author."
 
The teen shook his head. "And neither does talking about the maintenance guy,"
he chuckled before turning back to the shelves.
 
“Well you are more interested in my books than me soooo, I’m going to go
masturbate in my room, if you need me you know where I am.” He teased slowly
stripping out of his clothes and throwing them into the wash bin.
 
"You know, I never pegged you for a selfish lover, Peter," Stiles teased back,
pressing his shoulder against the bookshelf as he watched the wolf strip.
 
“I know, you said earlier than I would care for the other. And whilst I do, a
hell of lot, I want you naked and under me, or riding me , whatever you want.”
He smirked evilly as he moved to pull the boy into a kiss.
 
"Do I get wild sex this time or romantic?" Stiles asked once they pulled back,
his eyes dark.
 
“Romantic since it is your first time.” He tilted his head,wondering if he said
the right thing.
 
A smile stretched across the boy's face as he pulled the wolf in for a strong
kiss. "How about romantic for the first round?" he teased lightly. "I doubt
we're going to be leaving your apartment any time today."
 
“I'm pretty sure we were meant to be researching but I’m fine with researching
your body instead.” He purred with a dorky grin.
 
Stiles laughed before hopping up and wrapping his legs around the wolf's waist.
"Promise?" he smirked.
 
The wolf caught him with ease. “Gladly.”
 
Stiles laughed and ran his hands through the wolf's hair before angling him up
for a kiss. Peter began to move in the direction of the bedroom and the teen
hummed as he stroked a hand down the wolf's neck, kissing him deeply.
 
Peter carried the boy to his room,throwing him on to the bed and watching him
nearly bounce off of it. The wolf, searching through his side drawers for lube
and place it on the bed next to the boy. “Do I get a strip tease ,considering
you did?” He smirked coyly.
 
"I doubt I'm coordinated enough to pull that off," the teen snorted as he sat
up on his knees and stripped off his overshirt and his t-shirt, dropping them
onto the floor. "Knowing me, I'll probably end up hurting myself if I tried to
be sexy," Stiles scoffed before leaning back on his heels and popping open the
button on his jeans and sliding the rough denim off of his legs, leaving him in
just boxers.
 
Peter dragged the boy by his legs over to him,pulling him into a kiss before he
yanked his underwear off of him and his eyes raked over the boy hungrily.
 
A red flush curled up Stiles' neck to spread across his cheeks. "Stop staring,"
he mumbled, feeling self-conscious.
“Oh but what a pretty sight it is.” Peter smirked as his hands ran over the
boy's body. “Shall I run my mouth all over your body...since I owe you an
orgasm.” He chuckled against the boy's neck as he trailed his tongue down it.
 
Stiles' breath hitched. "You don't h-have to," he stuttered, as he brought one
hand to rake through the wolf's hair pleasurably.
 
“And if I want to?” He questioned as he travelled down his chest leaving red
teeth marks on his pale skin.
 
"Then who am I to stop you?" Stiles chuckled breathlessly, anticipation
flicking in his gut. "And h-holy shit, you were serious about marking being a
turn-on, weren't you?" he grinned at him.
 
“Why would I lie?” He smiled as he ran his hand down the teen's happy trail and
then nipped at the soft skin on his inner thigh.
 
He gasped and jolted lightly at the sensation. "J-just wondering if I'm going
to be a walking watercolour for the rest of ever," Stiles teased lightly.
 
“Of course,you are /mine/.” Peter grinned as he blew over the tip of Stiles'
cock.
 
The teen inhaled raggedly, his cock twitching. "F-fuck..."
 
“Beg for me.” He purred as he lick at the slit.
 
"Nnh..." Stiles moaned. "S-sadist..."
 
Peter licked a stripe up the member and huffed a small laugh right over Stiles'
dick, he looked up at Stiles through his eyelashes. “Beg” He demanded.
 
"Fuck," Stiles' voice cracked. "Please, Peter, fuck, please!"
 
Stiles looked desperate, his hair a mess, his eyes wide and his lips swollen
from the kissing. Stiles looked so damn good, it wasn't fair.
 
“Good boy.”
 
Peter obliged to Stiles' plea, parting his lips and just slightly brushing his
tongue across the slit. Peter moved his wet tongue over the slit and around the
head, pressing at the right spots over and over again Peter just grinned and
began sucking the head, every few seconds flicking his tongue across the slit,
licking up the pre come that was leaking steadily out of it. He started bobbing
up and down on Stiles' dick.
 
 
The teen couldn't stop making noise; incoherent babbling and nonsensical noises
fell from his mouth near continuously. Groaning, Stiles arched his back, trying
to keep from fucking up into Peter's mouth. His hands twisted in the covers on
the bed as pleasure fogged his brain. The coil in his stomach twisted tightly
and the teen gasped for breath.
 
Peter then began deep throating him before he pulled off of the shaft slowly,
dragging his teeth ever so lightly along the sensitive skin, immediately
moistening it with his saliva slick lips after. And then repeating the
action,enjoying breaking the teen down.
 
Stiles cried out, his eyes hazed and blown wide. "Oh f-fuck, Peter, I-I'm
close."
 
“Then come for me.” He mumbled around Stiles' cock before he hollowed out his
cheeks.
 
His mouth opened in a silent scream as his orgasm wracked through his body,
spilling into the wolf's mouth hard. Stiles dropped back onto the bed limply,
his brain fogged from pleasure as he groaned, his voice wrecked and raspy.
 
Peter stroked over the boy's thigh as he swallowed all of the boy's
load,smiling around him before he looked up at the boy smugly. “So, great first
blow job?”
 
"Get up here," Stiles groaned, tugging him forward. The wolf obliged and as
soon as he was close enough, the teen tugged him down for a kiss. "Yes, it was.
You're still a sadist."
 
“Did you expect any different?” He mumbled against his lips before giving him a
pecking kiss.
 
"Not really," Stiles laughed, kissing him again happily.
 
The wolf smirked and lazily his hand stroke over his own member. “I think I did
better than you.” He teased.
 
"It was my first blowjob," Stiles smirked. "And I still made the controlled
Peter Hale lose his mind and gouge marks into the elevator --don't think I
didn't see that."
 
Peter growled playfully before he nipped at the boy's bottom lip. “So,little
one, what position do you want to try first?”
 
"Didn't you want to take me on all-fours?" the teen sniggered, as he stretched
deliciously.
 
“Well,yes...but I can't promise I’ll be gently if we do it that way.” Peter
mumbled as he nuzzled against the boy,scenting him.
 
"I trust you," Stiles told him honestly, nuzzling him back lightly.
 
“Unexpected.” He chuckled. “So , are you stretching yourself or am I?”
 
"Do you have a preference?" The teen replied lazily, gently running his hand
through the wolf's hair and settling it at the nape of his neck.
 
“I'd love to watch how you do it, as I am sure you have done it before.” He
winked at the teen. “But I don’t mind either way.” He kissed Stiles gently.
 
"Well you're going to have to move if you want me to do it," Stiles sniggered,
kissing him back. "And I'll also need lube."
 
“Urgh,effort, plus the lube has been next to you the entire time.” He smirked
as he rolled off the bed, resting in the arm chair which was adjacent to it.
 
Stiles frowned and tilted his head up to glance at the bottle. "Huh."
Shrugging, the teen pushed up and grabbed the bottle, drizzling some onto his
fingers as he eyed the wolf. "Front-row seats?" He snorted as he rolled onto
his knees, one forearm braced on the bed as his other hand reached back to
gently prod at his entrance.
 
“Obviously.” Peter snickered ,watching intently whilst stroking himself at a
slow pace.
 
Sliding a finger into himself, Stiles let a soft noise fall from his throat as
his head dropped onto the bed. Rocking back onto his hand lightly, the teen
quickly slid in a second finger, scissoring himself open. Stiles moaned, his
breath hitching as he brushed against his prostate.
 
“How is this legal...oh wait.” He smirked smugly before he crawled back on to
the bed to kiss the teen. He knew he wasn’t finished yet ,but he couldn’t
resist. He kissed his shoulder softly before retreating to watch again,this
time closer.
 
Stiles snorted lightly before pressing a third finger into himself. He
whimpered faintly at the stretch, but adjusted soon after. Twisting his fingers
inside of himself, the teen gasped aloud before widening his stance on the bed,
forcing him to arch his back.
 
Peter whined at the boy, a slight howl begging its way out.
 
Stiles groaned and pulled his hand out and away. "Fuck, Peter, come on," he
moaned.
 
The wolf stroked some lube onto himself and lined himself up,pushing just the
head in. Not wanting to push Stiles. He laced their fingers on one of their
hands whilst the other had claws digging into his sheets.
 
The teen moaned low and a shiver worked its way up his spine. "Ahh-- Peter!" he
gasped.
 
He slowly pushed in the rest of the way, not moving until the boy asked. He
leant over Stiles, nibbling and sucking up his spine and back of his neck.
 
Stiles whimpered low in his throat at the burn. Breathing slowly, the teen
rocked back onto the wolf, groaning faintly. "Peter, move," he said
breathlessly, squeezing the wolf's hand tightly.
 
The older man pulled out and thrust back in at a slow pace, keeping the pace
for a few thrusts before he sped up a little.
 
The teen groaned, rocking back onto the wolf's cock. "Come on, Peter, please,"
he said, frustrated.
 
The begging was what made Peter turn into an animal ,the sound of his harsh
breathing loud in his ears as he thrust into him over and over again. Angling
his thrusts at a slightly steeper angle, Peter bent down over Stiles' body,
pressing his lips to his ear with a low growl.
 
“So...beautiful.”
 
The teen cried out as the wolf pounded his prostate, his body trembling as
pleasure wracked through his body. But he pushed back, meeting the wolf thrust
for thrust, as the pleasure made his vision blur.
 
“Fuck,Stiles.” Peter howled as he felt himself getting close and he began to
thrust shallowly into the boy,each time hitting his prostrate.
 
Stiles gasped out the wolf's name as his orgasm overtook him, making him shake
wildly as he came, his muscles squeezing reflexively around the wolf as he did
so.
 
Peter grunted wildly as he thrust hard into Stiles a few more times and then
emptied his load inside the boy. Collapsing against his back and squeezing his
hand as he gasped through his orgasm.
 
The teen groaned at the sensation as they fell against the bed. "Fuck..." he
groaned.
 
He pulled out of the boy,picking him up and positioned them so they could lie
down more comfortable. “So...Good?” He panted breathlessly,his eyes still
flickering between normal and wolf.
 
"Fuck yeah," Stiles chuckled, pressing a kiss above Peter's heart.
 
Peter chuckled and kissed the top of the boy's head. “No longer sacrifice
worthy,how does it feel?”
 
The teen snorted and nipped at the area he just kissed. "Feels like I won't be
able to move without a slight limp for the next couple of hours," he said with
a faint grin.
 
“Would your highness like to be carried everywhere?” He teased as he stretch
for the wipes that were on the side table.
 
"Nah," Stiles sniggered as he helped wipe them both down, "you might throw out
your back, old man," he teased.
 
“I'm not old.” He grumbled before nuzzling into the teen. “FYI, whilst your
were moaning so loud, level 3 could hear you,your phone beeped a lot.”
 
"Ask me if I care," Stiles snorted, "go on. Ask me. It's probably Scott
bitching about Isaac... or Allison... Which one is he dating again?"
 
“I think both, what did I miss in the past six years, are threesome regular
now? Can we have one?” He paused with a lopsided grin. “And do you care?
Considering you seem so passionate about me asking.”
 
"Nope, I'm totally content to be here with you," Stiles grinned cheekily before
humming in thought. "If you want. Just a question of who to include, I think."
 
“I'm happy with whoever you want, as you are most important to me.” He replied
with a kiss. And paused. "And I...love you." The wolf's cheeks turned pink as
he averted his eyes.
 
The teen pushed up to turn the wolf's head and kiss him soundly. "I love you
too, Peter," he smiled.
 
“Urgh, sappy.” He groaned before collapsing onto Stiles and snuggling into him.
 
Stiles laughed and wrapped himself around the wolf. "Weren't we supposed to be
doing something?"
 
“I thought I was researching your body? Did I not do well enough? Do I have to
repeat?” Peter joked.
 
"I'm always up for a repeat," the teen sniggered at his pun as he nipped at the
wolf's bottom lip.
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