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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Pregnancy_Kink, Pregnant_Stiles, Magical_Pregnancy, Lactation_Kink, Male
      Lactation, Hair-pulling, Marking, Grinding, Coming_Untouched
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-06-20 Words: 1371
****** Shut Up and Suck Me ******
by MoMoMomma
Summary
     Stiles sat at the end of the bed, shirt lying crumpled next to him,
     one hand cupped over the generous swell of his stomach, the other….
     “Are you…leaking?”
Notes
     So this weekend was Lactation Weekend over on my tumblr and this
     delicious prompt was thrown at me. I certainly hope I did it justice,
     nonners, and to everyone else who stumbles across this, please enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
“You! You did this to me!”
Peter tossed his keys into the absurd decorative bowl Kira had given them and
smirked in the direction of the angry shouting.
“Ah, so we’re in that stage of the pregnancy now, are we? Aren’t you supposed
to wait until you’re actually on the birthing bed for the intense hatred and
promises to never let me touch you again?”
“Get in here, you sonofabitch!”
“Touchy, touchy.” Peter murmured to himself, stepping out of his shoes and
whistling as he strode down the hall towards their shared bedroom.
Stiles had begged off coming to the pack meeting, citing a backache and a pissy
attitude that wouldn’t lend well to the general “let’s all get along!”
atmosphere Scott always tried to enforce. Peter could understand, as could
everyone else--especially Melissa, given the way she’d winced and rubbed at her
own back as if feeling phantom pains--when he’s explained his younger lover’s
absence. He detested leaving Stiles this far into the pregnancy, always
worrying the fool would fall and be stuck like a turtle flipped onto its shell
until he returned.
“The sonofabitch is in here.” Peter stepped through the door with a sarcastic
wave of his hand, only to stop dead at the sight.
Stiles sat at the end of the bed, shirt lying crumpled next to him, one hand
cupped over the generous swell of his stomach, the other….
“Are you…leaking?” Peter could hear the astonished tone in his own voice,
Stiles scowling at him and wiping the hand that had been cupping one nipple on
his jeans.
“I am, I have been since this morning! And it fucking hurts! When is this kid
supposed to get out of me?!”
“Another week.” Peter answered distantly, drifting over with his eyes locked on
Stiles’ puffy nipples, hands clenching at his sides. “Deaton said the milk
coming in this early is normal.”
“Normal and a pain!” Stiles cupped his chest in two hands as Peter stopped dead
in front of him. “Look at me! I have actual tits from how much I swelled up! I
thought my body was freaking done doing weird shit.”
“It’s not weird, it’s normal.” Sure enough, Stiles’ chest was swollen up,
nothing like real breasts but enough that it was noticeable.
Noticeable and….mouthwatering.
“Are you….are you freaking hard right now?!” Peter grunted when a hand flew out
and cupped him roughly through his pants, arching into it without a thought.
“You are! You kinky perv!”
“Attraction to someone pregnant is actually derived from the need to continue a
species and--”
“Whatever.” Stiles blew out a breath before his hand moved up to grab a belt
loop and tug him forwards. “Come here then, kinky wolf, and fix this before I
lose it.”
Peter didn’t waste much time, clambering onto Stiles’ lap and helping him ease
down onto his back. The roundness of his stomach held them apart as Peter
shifted his weight to his hands, planted next to Stiles’ arms, and leaned in.
He tried to go slow at first, licking slowly over one point, letting Stiles
wriggle beneath him and spear fingers into his hair. The flavor bursting over
his tongue had him groaning low, eyes drifting shut as he gently created a seal
and sucked experimentally.
“Oh, oh fuck.” Stiles groaned and arched, tugging Peter in closer, earning a
groan for the rough pull on his scalp. “Oh shit, yeah. Yeah, harder.”
“Patience.” Peter slurred out, growling when Stiles pulled harder--almost in
reprimand--and hitched a thigh up between his.
It rubbed just right against his cock, Peter humping down against it,
completely undignified as he suckled. He shifted, moving one hand down and
getting it as far as Stiles’ inner thigh before his bicep was slapped at
viciously.
“No, dude, no. Stop, just...leave that alone and keep sucking.”
“You don’t want me to jerk you off?” Peter pulled back with a frown, licking an
errant drop of milk from his lip and watching Stiles’ pupils dilate at the
sight.
“No, believe me, this is good enough.” Stiles grabbed at his hair again,
fisting it tightly and dragging him back down. “Now keep going. More and
harder.”
“Demanding little shit.” Peter muttered, before sealing his mouth around the
nipple once more and sucking hard.
It was like opening a floodgate, milk spurting against his tongue, enough for a
thick swallow. Stiles groaned and moaned under him like he was getting fucked,
rubbing his thigh against Peter’s cock in a jerky rhythm. He sucked, each time
getting more and more, something primal in him snarling at the taste of
something so purely Stiles. His boy was only making milk because of him,
because Peter had put him on his back and fucked a pup into him. Had defied all
laws and expectations, had knocked up his pretty little spark until he was
swollen and leaking from his tits. The thoughts spiraled until Stiles was
tugging him away, Peter going with a snarl, only to blink down in shock.
There, on the pale skin of Stiles’ chest, ringing around his nipples like a
brutal necklace, were the perfect imprints of Peter’s teeth. Each one as red as
Stiles’ panting mouth and already bruising.
“Sorry, I didn’t--” He wasn’t sorry, but the way Stiles’ hand drifted up to
brush the marks made him think he should say something.
“It’s...all good.” Stiles looked drunk, eyes hazing, mouth hanging open as he
panted for breath. His cheeks were flushed a dark red and the sight of him so
undone had Peter grinding down roughly against his thigh. “It’s just...move
over. The other one now.”
“You’re getting off on this,” Peter accused, leaning down with a wicked tilt to
his mouth and flickering his tongue lightly against the nipple he hadn’t marked
up. “And you think I’m the kinky one?”
“Oh god, just shut up and suck me.” Stiles groaned, twisting hair in his hands
and pulling him in closer.
Peter grinned, swirling his tongue once more before latching on roughly. This
time he didn’t ease into it, sucking hard from the start, trying to draw out
every bit he could. Stiles rocked under him, shuddering and shaking, holding
his thigh still and letting Peter roll his hips against it like he was inside
him. He didn’t wait this time, digging teeth into flesh even as he sucked,
pulling back every so often to lick up the milk that escaped.
Stiles’ breathy demands for more, the way he sounded like he was cresting to an
orgasm, was what put Peter over the edge. With a groan and a few feeble jerks
of his hips, Peter spilled inside his briefs like a pup, pulling back to brace
his forehead on Stiles’ sternum and heave in breaths of air.
“Fuck, I...give me a minute and I’ll--”
“You’re good.” Stiles’ slurred words, barely even identifiableas words, had him
raising his head just enough to catch sight of his lover.
Stiles looked wrecked, like he’d just run a marathon and gotten fucked
senseless in the middle of it, panting for breath just like him. His lips were
red and abused, swollen from where he’d obviously been chewing on them, and
Peter groaned at the way they matched his nipples so perfectly.
“Did you--”
“Yeah. Yeah, I...yeah. That was...wow.”
Peter let himself tumble off to the side, pulling Stiles in close and letting
the boy nuzzle into his jaw. He slipped one hand down and cupped Stiles’
stomach, thumb rubbing lazily over the stretched skin. Eventually he’d get up
and get something to clean them both off, but for now the afterglow was so
perfect he was loathe to break it.
“We can do it again,” he promised, pressing a kiss to Stiles’ head, “Every day
if you want.”
“Every day until the pup gets here, then it’s his territory.”
Peter smirked as he remembered Talia bitching and moaning about how the pups
slept through the night so quickly that she was swelling to pain between
feedings. Stiles didn’t know about that, of course.
He'd would let it come as a surprise.
“I’m sure he’ll learn to share.”
End Notes
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     kink this weekend brings) at my_tumblr!
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