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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, First_Time, Blow_Jobs, Riding, Biting,
      Scratching
  Series:
      Part 8 of Laugh_at_the_girl_who_loves_too_easily_and_TheLastTactician
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-11-04 Words: 5769
****** The Eye of the Storm ******
by Laugh_at_the_girl_who_loves_too_easily, TheLastTactician_(orphan_account)
Summary
     Stiles finds out what is haunting Beacon Hills then is forced to stay
     at the apartment with Peter sex ensues.
Notes
     we felt like writing in a different format once again, it worked out
     pretty well we think
     Peter is mostly me and Stiles is mostly the
     brilliant@TheLastTactician
     Please tell us what you think
Stiles drummed his fingers on his desk, a frown decorating his face. Rain
pounded against his bedroom window as the storm raged on outside, but his mind
was abuzz with thoughts and half-cocked plans. All of which centred around the
latest problem to come blasting into their town. A kitsune. A Japanese fox
demon. It had blown into Beacon Hills about a week ago and had caused non-stop
trouble. At first, they hadn't had a clue as to what it was. They didn't even
know anything was wrong. The kitsune had been possessing young women and having
them commit suicide. It was only after the third body, when Stiles' father had
informed him that all three girls had tattoos of paws just underneath their
left breasts that Stiles began to suspect something as wrong. After all, one's
an incident, two's a coincident, and three's a pattern. It had taken a look
into Peter's laptop to confirm what he had begun to suspect; that a kitsune was
the one behind it. Then it just began a chase to find it and kill it, except...
Stiles sighed and looked out the window. Four days ago, the kitsune had gone
silent. Not a single tick out of her, and no one could find her. Not so much as
a sniff. Derek had all of the wolves patrolling and Chris Argent was informed
via Allison and had brought up his own arsenal. Hell, even Stiles' dad had been
on the lookout. Still, nothing had moved.
 
At first, Stiles had thought it was just a fluke. That the rain had washed away
all the scent or... He bolted upright, knocking a book off of his desk to smack
down hard on his floor. The rain. What if... what if the rain hadn't washed
away the scent? What if the rain had actually... Scrambling for the book that
had dropped, Stiles flipped through it frantically before finding the passage
he wanted. Crowing in triumph, he snagged it and sprinted out of his bedroom.
In no time at all, he had thrown himself into his jeep, reversed out of the
drive way and began the long ride to Derek's loft. Parking just down the
street, Stiles ran through the rain towards the building. Completely uncaring
as his clothes became soaked, or his hair slicked down his forehead. He burst
in and took the stairs two at a time before typing in the passcode and skidding
into Derek's loft. “The rain!” He bust out as soon as he was in.
 
“The kitsune is afraid of the rain! It's part fire, according to the myth, so
it fears water! It's not left, it's hiding.” For a moment, no one moved. Erica
was dressed for bed, as was Boyd and Isaac looked thoroughly confused. Derek,
however, had shot up like a rocket as soon as Stiles began speaking and
Peter... Stiles swallowed as his eyes connected with the other's. The werewolf
was watching him closely, a slight smirk on his mouth that made the boy's heart
pound.
 
“Stiles?” He snapped to Derek, noting the man's cocked brow with a flush. “Did
you run here?”
 
“Only down the block,” Stiles defended, becoming increasingly aware of how cold
he was, all of his clothes pasted to his body. “The rain's supposed to break
sometime tonight, so I had to get here fast.” Derek snorted but nodded.
 
“Alright. Erica, Boyd, get dressed and meet me out by the preserve. Isaac, go
get Scott and the Argents. Peter, Stiles, you two stay here.”
 
“You're leaving me here?” Stiles spluttered, trying to ignore the shiver that
worked it's way down his spine.
 
“Yes.” Derek said flatly. “Don't get into trouble. And don't break anything.”
Stiles was utterly indignant, but before he could say anything else, he was
wracked with another shudder. Opening his eyes, it was to Erica giving him a
wink as she and Boyd followed Derek and Isaac out of the loft. The door closing
with a very finite click. Looking over, Stiles frowned. Peter no longer sat on
the couch. Twisting his head, he searched for the werewolf before a towel
dropped onto his head, covering his eyes.
 
“You seem to be very wet. And dripping all on our floor. Don't take another
step.” Peter smirked as he circled the boy. “Plus I’d be made into a lovely fur
rug if you got a cold and died. Being human and all that.”
 
Peter then left the room again to return this time with one of his Henley's, he
always wondering what it would look like on Stiles, and pair of his smallest
boxers which he placed on the coffee table. Before he stood there and stared at
the boy, taking in the lovely soaked view.
 
"Would you like a warm drink, love?" He questioned as he strode to the kitchen.
 
Stiles spluttered incoherently, ripping the towel off of his head and glaring
at the werewolf. "I hate you," he muttered sourly, eyeing the clothes in
question. The idea of getting dry, however, was tempting. Incredibly tempting.
Muttering an 'oh fuck it', Stiles grabbed the clothes and scurried to the
bathroom. Shucking off his wet clothes immediately and replacing them with the
dry ones. They felt wonderful on his chilled skin and Stiles shivered. The
boxers were just a touch too big, sliding down low on his hips, and Stiles'
hands were covered by the sleeves of the henley. Shrugging it off, Stiles crept
out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, watching the werewolf curiously. "Why
are you doing this?" He frowned
 
"Hmm looks nicer than expected, maybe that's because you hide your figure with
layers." Peter murmured as he stirred the warm drinks. " And,what do you mean?
Isn't this has a host should act? " He smirked mischievously before he offered
the hot chocolate with marshmallows to the boy. His eyes were drawn to how his
boxers fit the boy,or lack of, it was very arousing. Maybe it was good the boy
was not a wolf.
 
" Would you like a blanket?" He asked as if Stiles was 3 years old.
 
Stiles glared at him. "Go die in a ditch," he retorted, even as he took the
proffered mug. "Again." Shifting his grip, Stiles winced as the heat conflicted
with his cold hands. Giving him the rather painful feeling of pins and needles.
Breathing in the chocolate, he narrowed his eyes at Peter. "One, don't talk
about my body like that it's creepy," Stiles said shortly, trying to ignore the
way his heart jumped, "two, yes, it is. That's why it's weird. You have no
reason to be kind to me."
 
"I didn't die in a ditch" Peter grumbled. "And don't try and pretend you don't
enjoy the compliment, you can't lie to me ,hun, we have been over this." Peter
took his seat on the sofa, you know the place people for his married too or
would die in. "Maybe i've had a change of heart...or maybe it's because i
appreciate your genius." he paused as he sipped on his coffee that even Stiles
would be able to smell it had scotch in it. "Perhaps i'm just bored"And lonely,
was left unspoken.
 
Stiles shifted his weight back and forth, looking at Peter uncertainly. The
logical side of his brain was screaming at him to keep his guard up, don't let
the walls slip. But the other side of him... the other side wanted him to reach
out to the wolf. Stiles knew what it was like to be lonely in a crowd of
people, and he didn't want to inflict that on anyone else. Cautiously, the boy
walked over and took a seat next to Peter on the couch. His legs folded under
his body as he blew on his hot chocolate gently. "I only seem smart because I'm
trying to keep up with you," Stiles said demurely, keeping his eyes down.
"You're the only one around here that actually gives me a challenge..."
 
Peter's laugh filled the room. “I don't even have to listen to your heart to
know your lying. Stiles you are smarter than anyone in this town and don’t even
deny it. I'll rip your throat out if you do. I don't need your sympathy, I
don't need anyone.” Lies, of course he needed people, why else would he still
be here, unloved,unappreciated and never wanted. His whole reason for revenge
was for his family, the people who once wanted him. “Why are you still here? If
you want some trousers to go home in, I’m sure Erica's might fit you.” Isaac's
wouldn’t he was too tall, his wouldn’t he was wider than the boy due to muscle
and bone structure,Derek's don’t fit anyone not even him, Boyd was also too
muscular, best chance was Erica's he meant it both sarcastically and not.
 
"I'm not trying to pity you, asshole," he snapped, unable to keep the hurt from
his voice. "You'd know that if you bothered listening to my heartbeat. Go on,
listen: I'm not pitying you. And when you're not being a jackass, I kinda... l-
like hanging around you," Stiles' face burned crimson as he shot to his feet,
setting his mug down on the coffee table with a clack. "But whatever, alright?
If you want me to leave you alone, fine. That's what I'll do." Stiles turned,
intending on getting back to his own clothes. They may be wet, but at least
they'd fit. He didn't want to leave, but if Peter didn't want him here...
Stiles tried to ignore the painful thump of his heart in protest at the thought
that maybe, maybe, Peter really did hate him.
 
“I'm sorry...” He sighed and stopped the boy in his tracks by getting to the
clothes before he did. He bundled them up, ignoring Stiles' protests as he went
to hang them on a radiator. “I'm not good with people, obviously, even with the
werewolf senses I just assume hate.” He leant against the wall , claws digging
into it, why was he spurting things out to this kid?
 
Stiles acted before thinking. Stepping forward into Peter's personal space, he
gripped one wrist and gently drew the wolf's claws out of the wall. "You're an
asshole, but I don't hate you," Stiles told him quietly, his finely boned hands
dancing over Peter's wrist and claws. "You drive me nuts at times, but I don't
hate you." Looking up, Stiles' voice got caught in his throat, his breath
hitching lightly. He hadn't realized quite how close he had gotten to Peter.
His face flaming red, Stiles found he couldn't quite bring himself to look
away. "Um..."
 
He shivered at the contact . Peter smiled with a chuckle then closed the space
between them , Stiles lips were softer than he imagined, but just as
irresistible. He had to do something he desired since he saw the boy before he
got sense and ran away. He bit lightly on Stiles' bottom lip before he sucked
on it to get forgiveness. He hadn’t touched him yet, as much as he wanted to
bring him closer, because he couldn’t force the boy to do anything.
 
Stiles gasped at the contact, his balance wavering for a moment, torn as he was
between stopping this or letting it happen. But as soon as Peter sucked on his
lip, he was gone. Groaning in his throat softly, Stiles fell forward, his hands
bracing himself against Peter's chest as he angled his head and pushed up on
his toes to get closer. Kissing the werewolf back with vigour.
 
Peter instantaneously grasped the boy's hips dragging him against him before he
lifted him up, holding him by his ass as he shuffled them to the sofa not
breaking the kiss. He wanted to taste Stiles' moans so many more times. He
gently dropped Stiles down onto the sofa, crawling above him lying between his
thighs whilst his hands still lay on the boy's ass.
 
Stiles yelped into the kiss as he was lifted and groaned when he was dropped.
With Peter nestled between his thighs, Stiles wrapped his arms around the
wolf's neck and raked his hands through his hair. Bucking his hips up minutely
against Peter's in a search for friction. Pulling back immediately, Stiles
flushed. "Ahh-- s-sorry."
 
Peter's eyes closed and when he opened them they were fluorescent and dilated,
his breath shuddered and his chest rose up and down fast. He didn’t move nor
look in Stiles' eyes. “It's fine...more than fine.”He grunted through gritted
teeth.
 
"It... is?" Stiles was surprised, not having expected that. Shifting minutely,
Stiles inhaled sharply at the feel of Peter's erection pressed against him.
Eyes widening, Stiles shifted again and moaned at the friction pressing against
his own trapped cock. Gripping Peter's hair, Stiles drew him up for a furious
kiss before rolling his hips again. Nipping at Peter's bottom lip as he did so.
 
“Please stop.” He begged. He was having way to much trouble controlling
himself, something he prided himself on was his control and he was losing it
over a teenage boy. “Just wait.”He wasn't trying to scold the boy , more
himself.
 
Stiles hesitated, uncertainty in his eyes as he pulled away. "Am I doing
something wrong?" He asked, his voice faltering. "Fuck, Peter, I'm sorry... I
didn't mean to push..."
 
“You're doing everything right, it's me. I'm doing everything wrong. Your too
damn irresistible.” Peter gasped. “Can't control myself and I really need to.”
 
Stiles' breath hitched. His eyes widening and then softening. "Hey, come on
Creeper," he murmured, dropping butterfly kisses to Peter's hair and face. "I
don't want you to have to hold yourself back with me, and I-" Stiles blushed
but stroked his hand across Peter's neck gently, "I trust you not to hurt me. I
trust you, Creeper, so please?" He begged lightly, just barely flicking his
hips upwards.
 
“Really? I don't think trust and me go in the same sentence.” He growled as he
pinned the boy's hips down. “This will end badly and it will be your fault.” He
snickered as he crashed their lips together before he flipped them both so
Stiles was straddling him. “Want to experiment?”
 
Stiles blinked, his hands pressed to Peter's chest as he sat up slowly.
"Experiment?" Stiles repeated, a wicked glint flashing through his eyes. "I
like experiments... you sure you can keep up, Creeper?" Rolling his hips
curiously, Stiles was reward with a small groan. Grinning dangerously, he
pushed his hands under Peter's shirt, tracing the well-formed muscles there as
he ground down hard against the wolf.
 
This was one of his worse ideas, he thought the kid begin a virgin he wouldn’t
have the courage to move fast meaning he could control himself more...he was
wrong apparently.
 
Stiles was quickly losing his head, the heat between he and Peter was almost
stifling. "T-take this off," Stiles panted, tugging ineffectually at Peter's
shirt.
 
“I pride you on your intelligence and yet you are unable to get my shirt off,
tut tut.” Peter chuckled before he quickly got rid of it, discarded it in a
bundle on the floor. “Would you like me to get rid of your-sorry my shirt off
of you?” A hint of fangs was in his smile.
 
"H-hey, inexperienced virgin here," Stiles laughed breathlessly, tracing the
exposed skin with the pads of his fingers gently. "You're doing a good job of
melting my mind, despite the fact that you're not doing much of anything," he
teased with a grin. Reaching up, Stiles fingered the collar to Peter's shirt
before glancing at him coyly. "Maybe I want to keep it on? You telling me you
don't want to fuck me when I'm wearing your clothes?"
 
“Fuck.” Peter retorted breathlessly, the image of that alone could have had him
lose his mind. “Tempting so very very tempting, but I want to see your body
more than anything.” It was obvious he was having an internal battle on which
he preferred. Peter ran his hands under the shirt, purposely rubbing a finger
over one of his nipples.
 
Stiles gasped at the feeling, arching his back and grinding down on Peter's lap
in the same movement. "F-fuck, Peter!" Falling forward, Stiles pressed his lips
to Peter's desperately, flicking his tongue out in askance against the closed
mouth. His hips swiveling in search of friction.
 
“Your god damn hips.”Peter moaned against Stiles lips before he thrust his
tongue into the boy's mouth, starting a battle of dominance,both enthusiastic
but Peter had more experience. “What do you want me to do to you?”
 
"Anything," Stiles groaned, "everything. Anything you're willing to do."
Burying his face at the juncture between Peter's neck and shoulder, Stiles
keened as the fly of Peter's jeans caught just under the head of his cock.
"Please, Peter, fuck me..."
 
“You very keen, I’m surprised. Not at your enthusiastic attitude but the fact
it is with me.” Peter breathed out slowly , the fabric on the boxers Stiles was
wearing was not very thick and he could feel the boy's cock through it. “You'll
have to get up , unless you want me to fuck you raw your first time.” The
thought equally turned him on as much as it made him flinch. He wondered if
they should move to the bed.
 
"I already told you," Stiles muttered, "I trust you. And besides, I like you.
You're a puzzle and I like puzzles..." The second half of Peter's statement
sunk in and Stiles shivered violently at the thought, his hips flicking forward
mindlessly. "Maybe not my first time..." he muttered, before climbing off of
the wolf.
 
“This is going to happen again?” Peter's voice actually sounded shocked. He was
certain this was a one time thing that he had to fulfil every fantasy he could
in one go. He climbed off the sofa, before he made his way to the bathroom
leaving Stiles to listen to him searching for things. “Condom?”
 
Stiles bit his lip and followed after him; sliding his fingers through the
wolf's belt-loops, Stiles tugged Peter towards him. "I don't do casual fucks,
Peter," he told him quietly, no small amount of trepidation in his voice. "I
want to do this with you because I-I do consider you a friend... I can trust
you with me. I want... I want this to happen again," he blushed and looked
away, "I also kinda want this to be an -uh- exclusive relationship. So if you
just want this to happen the once, that's fine too, I guess. Because I know
you're not going to start spreading shit around." Looking up, Stiles plucked
the condom out of his grip and tossed it in the corner of the bathroom,
uncaring where it landed. "If I recall, werewolves can't get diseases, can
they? And I'm a virgin, so we know I'm clean." Stiles smiled at him, a touch of
wickedness in the look. "Whenever you decide how you want me, come find me,
yeah?" With that, the boy sauntered off towards Peter's bedroom.
 
Little flirt. He quickly followed after the boy, grasping him before he got to
the bed and pulling him flush against his body, he kept one hand wrapped around
the boy resting on the small of his back whilst he slipped his shirt off of
Stiles. “By exclusive do you mean secret or do you mean you only want to be
with me and me with you?” he began to trail kisses that could bruise down his
neck.
 
Stiles moaned, he could feel the marks being sucked into his skin like electric
pleasure bolting down his spine. Hitching a leg over Peter's hip, he pressed
down to force their groins together. "I'm yours," he gasped out, a whine
forcing it's way out of his throat, "if you'll have me."
 
“Pftt of course.” Strange how the night started with the boy telling him to die
in a ditch and now he was about to fuck him into his mattress. Peter then
released Stiles grip around him, slowly trailing kisses down his body stopping
at his nipples to bite them before he moved down to his hipbones where he
traced little red lines into his skin with his claws. Watching the boy with
half lidded eyes, not moving any further.
 
Stiles whimpered, shifting in place at the odd mix of pleasure-pain. "Fuck,
Creeper, stop teasing me..." he groaned.
 
He tilted his head, pushing the boy to beg to say please but it didn’t come
just a buck of the hips which caused the older wolf to growl playfully as he
pulled Stiles' wrist towards him, enclosing his mouth around it,fangs not
embedding just touching the skin...testing.
 
Stiles held his breath for a moment at the feeling, his mind flashing back to
the parking garage so long ago. "Peter," he whispered, "please."
 
Finally. Finally he begged, finally he said yes, finally he could be his. His
fangs dug into the soft skin with ease, Peter moaned into the bite, putting a
little more pressure so the mark would be there for a while. “They really
shouldn't of left you with me.” He hooked his fingers underneath the waistband
on the boxers and they were on the floor in seconds, Peter a hair's breadth
away from his cock. He licked his lips as he made eye contact with Stiles.
 
"I can't find it within me to complain," Stiles' voice was shaky, trembling.
Oh, Peter was going to ruin him, he could feel it. But he also knew that no
matter how wrecked he was, Peter was going to be the one to put him back
together again.
 
Sliding shaking fingers into the man's hair, he tugged gently, trying to get
the wolf's mouth where he wanted it most.
 
This had to be the most interesting day of his life. He really couldn’t love
the boy any more than he did right now.
 
He licked the head of the cock using his tongue to trace long trails from root
to tip then he put his mouth over the first inch of Stiles cock, using as
little suction as he could, he was going to work up. Peter licked again, and
slid more of him into his mouth, and he counted the drum of Stiles' pulse
beneath his tongue and hands, fascinated, captivated. Peter's tongue lapping
wet along the underside of Stiles' shaft, and Peter's mouth encompassing most
of his cock now, and Stiles' pulse racing into a faster tempo by the swift
bobbing of Peter's head taking Stiles' whole cock into his mouth. Then he began
to suck harder, still the same pace but with more 'passion'. He could feel the
boy breaking underneath him.
 
Stiles' voice cracked as he cried out, twitching and squirming under the
onslaught of sensation. His fingers tightened reflexively in Peter's hair ans
his hips bucked minutely. "P-Peter -ahhh- Peter, please!" Stiles cried out, the
coil in his belly tightening in a horribly pleasurable way.
 
He smirked around the boy's cock before he used nearly werewolf speed to suck
Stiles off. He nearly came himself at the way the boy said his name, he
swallowed and pulled back with a loud pop before he licked his cock clean. He
may have sat there like a proud puppy, maybe. Stiles was already exhausted
would he really put him through sex as well? It wasn't like he had to do much
but still...
 
Stiles groaned, pretty sure his brains had been sucked out. Cracking open one
eye, he smirked lazily at Peter's predicament, the fabric of his jeans bulging
tellingly. Reaching out, he pulled Peter back down and kissed him languidly.
Lapping at his palate as he chased the taste of himself in the wolf's mouth.
"You gonna fuck me or not, Creeper?" Stiles' voice was delicious rasp. "I can't
imagine that," he glanced down pointedly, "is particularly comfortable."
 
The boy had a point, it was probably even more uncomfortable as he wasn’t
wearing underwear. “Are you certain?”
 
Stiles groaned and bucked, his re-hardening cock brushing against the
werewolf's stomach. "Fuck yes, I'm certain." He tugged the wolf into a
ferocious kiss before pulling away panting. "I want you, asshat. So stop
fucking about and get to fucking me."
 
“How do I forget you are a teenage with lots of stamina that could probably
rival a wolves?God I want you...I’m just not sure how I want you.” Peter
pondered while his hands unconsciously trailed over Stiles' body. He unpopped
the button on his jeans and then undid the zip.
 
"Do we need to make a list?" Stiles teased, his eyes watching as Peter undid
his jeans. Brushing his hands down the werewolf's sides, he slid his thumbs
into the waist and helped push them down his body. Skimming his hands across
Peter's hips, Stiles gripped at the other's cock tentatively before tightening
his grip and dragging it up his cock teasingly .
 
Peter melted into the touch and he hunched and growled against the boy's
shoulder.
“I think it will be too long,how do you want to lose your virginity? Although
I'm sure -ughn-it wasn’t to a man twice your age.”
 
"It wasn't my first thought, no," Stiles replied conversationally, twisting his
wrist over the head. "But I can't say I'm really upset about this turn of
events. Plus, you're incredibly hot and the strength thing? Totally a turn on,"
he grinned broadly and squeezed playfully before returning to his mind-
meltingly slow strokes. "And as for my losing my virginity..." Stiles frowned.
"This is new, obviously. But I'm also curious so I'm not about to really rule
anything out... All I really know at this point is that I want it to be you..."

At this rate he was going to huff and puff and blow Stiles down, his breathing
was incredibly heavy, his claws digging into the mattress as he leant into the
boy. “Missionary will probably be best for you first time, I would say ride me
because you can chose the pace but I doubt you have the energy”
 
Stiles' eyes narrowed and he squeezed at the base of the member in his hand,
not loosening his grip, he dragged his hand up tortuously slowly. He payed
extra care to press at the base of the head before dipping into the slit
dangerously and dragging his grip back down to the root. The growl that rumbled
through Peter was dangerous and Stiles smirked. "Is that a challenge, Peter?"
 
“God in hell!” Peter groaned, his eyes were flashing from normal to
illuminated, he dug his teeth into the boy's shoulder. “Just do something or
let me do something.” He growled in anger and loss of control. And breath. Why
wasn’t he afraid of him?He hated being this broken in front of someone, but it
had been awhile since he had felt this good, where he only need to focus on
this.
 
Stiles dropped a kiss to Peter's hair as he twisted his wrist again. "I'm
waiting on you, Creeper, I don't know what I'm doing... remember?" Stiles
grinned wickedly.
 
Fuck, he really shouldn’t of done this. As much as he wanted it. He pushed the
boy off of him with more strength than he should of ,where he was
instantaneously on top of the boy ravishing his mouth whilst a stray hand
searched for the lube he had placed near the bed before he started.
 
Stiles hummed into the kiss happily, his legs falling open to accommodate the
werewolf easily. Running his now free hands through the wolf's hair, he
squirmed impatiently, trying to urge Peter on.
 
Peter rolls his eyes, takes a deep breath and flips them both so the boy was
once again on top. He offers the lube to him with a smirk on his face and an
arched eyebrow.
“Get to it.”
 
Stiles spluttered before flushing like mad and glaring at him. Popping open the
cap, Stiles drizzles the lube onto his hand, making sure to coat his fingers
before reaching back. Spreading his legs, the teen presses his free hand on the
bed next to Peter's ear as the other circles his hole teasingly. Moaning
loudly, Stiles eases one finger inside of his body. Rocking back, he forces the
digit deeper as his cock hardens between his legs. The pulsing urges him on
until he can ease another finger in, scissoring himself. "Peter..." he moans
low, his eyes blown wide and his mouth slack. Crooking his fingers, he hits his
prostate and jolts forward, keening whines falling from his mouth as his cock
begins to drool precome.
 
He was very much enjoying the show he almost didn’t want it to end as he
stroked his own cock tiredly. He smashed their mouths together wanting to
swallows his whines, poor neighbours, he smirked.
 
Stiles could hardly focus on the kiss as he worked another finger into his
body. The burn and stretch were fading every time he pressed against his
prostate. Pulling out of the kiss, he dropped his head to Peter's shoulder and
rocked back on his hand. Pulling his hand away (and nearly sobbing at the
loss), he fumbles with the lube before he can slick up Peter's cock. Shuffling
forward slightly, Stiles lines himself up and sinks down on the thick member.
Choked noises of pleasure, force there way out of his throat as he settles
flush against Peter's groin. The werewolf now balls-deep in his body.

It wasn’t a conscious choice it just happened. He howled. From the top of his
lungs. He didn’t expect the boy to ride him, he was honestly teasing before,
his claws dug into Stiles' skin, everyone would knew they had sex, whether from
the smell or the thousand of marks littered over his body that Peter had
caused. He tried his hardest to not thrust up into the boy,when he wasn’t
ready, to distract himself he began tracing some of Stiles' moles with his
tongue. It also drowned out his moans.
 
Wrapping his arms around Peter's neck, Stiles slowly began to ride him. Lifting
himself up on shaking thighs, Stiles dropped down hard and repeated the
process. Burying his face into the wolf's neck, he nipped and sucked his own
set of marks into his neck, despite the fact that they healed near immediately.
Rolling his hips forward, Stiles swiveled and dropped again. Moaning lewdly as
he managed to angle a direct hit to his prostate. "Fuuuck, Peter..." He panted
wetly.
 
“Hell, Stiles,Christ so tight.” Peter groaned through gritted teeth as his hips
bucked up to meet the boy. “How do you do this to me?”
 
"'s a skill," he groaned, gasping at every hit to his prostate. Grinding his
teeth together, Stiles gripped onto Peter's hair and tugged him into a kiss.
Biting on his bottom lip harshly and sucking it into his mouth, rolling his
hips sharply.
 
He moaned dirtily into Stiles' mouth. He was determined to not come before
Stiles but he wasn’t sure he would last when the boy had already came and he
had yet too. His grip on the boy was getting tighter as he tried to restrain
himself, but his thrusts to meet Stiles half way was also getting stronger.
 
White hot pleasure rolled up his spine like the tide. Every thrust, every hit
to his prostate made it climb higher and higher. Mouth falling open, Stiles
keened and whined and whimpered on every thrust, not a thought left in his head
as he chased his orgasm. No longer did he raise himself up as high as he could,
instead, he bounced in hard and fast strokes down on the werewolf's cock. His
entire body juddering and jerking. And still, his orgasm took him by surprise.
He choked on a long moan, his head falling back as he clawed at Peter's
shoulders. Calling the werewolf's name as he crested over the edge.
 
He didn’t let the marks disappear on his back, he wanted them there , at least
for a while. Peter shifted so Stiles was now on his back, destroyed, whilst he
thrusts shallowed and not long after he followed Stiles collapsing on top of
him ,his toes curling over with pleasure as he finally came inside the boy,
howling his name as he kept thrusting with no intent as he rode the orgasm out.
 
Stiles felt thoroughly and utterly wrecked, riding the edge of over-sensitivity
as his wolf sought out his pleasure. Combing his hands through Peter's hair,
Stiles soothed the skin he scratched with light touches, bringing the werewolf
down from his high.
 
He closed his eyes as he pulled out and snuggled against the younger boy.
“Fuck, I love you.” He wasn’t sure if he regretted the words once they left his
mouth or not, they were not meant to be said but his wolf and hormones produced
decided otherwise.
 
Stiles stilled for a moment, before resuming his gentle touches and easy
caress. "I love you too, Creeper," he murmured softly.
 
Peter let out a deep breathe he didn’t know he was holding, this kid made him
human again, less burnt out and broken. Normal.ish.
 
"We should sleep," Stiles murmured, "then get started on that list." He grinned
down at the wolf tiredly. "Then go cause some chaos. Can you just imagine
Derek's face when he finds out? It'll be beautiful."
 
“For you, it will be beautiful. He won't rip out your sternum , because
everyone will stop him.” Self pity time, no one would stop him from doing it to
him. “But yes, I look forward to the list, mostly on what you are interested
in,little one.” He snuggled into the boy more, practically trying to share his
skin as he shimmied to pull a blanket over them.
 
"If Derek kills you, I'm going to poison him," Stiles said matter of factually,
helping to pull the blanket up. "No one's taking this from me. No one's taking
youfrom me."
"I may be yours, Peter," Stiles said seriously, "but that also means you're
mine."
 
“Never thought I’d be owned by anyone... I won't leave you either.” He smiled
wearily before he gave Stiles a chaste kiss. “This is one of the reasons I love
you, you won't give up without a fight.”
 
"Damn straight I won't," Stiles groaned, sinking back into bed. "Go t'sleep,
Pet'r, love you..." eyes slipping closed, Stiles was out.
 
“Love you too” He mouthed, unable to say the words back to the sleeping boy.
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