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" He's going to be completely fine Stiles, matter of fact I strongly believe he's never been as well as how he is currently - he will come to it in the matter of an hour, nothing to worry about" Deaton reassured the fidgeting teen, hands working the lock shut on his briefcase-carrying all of what he brought to help both Stiles and Peter tonight.
" I will come by in the afternoon sometime tomorrow, just to make sure everything is alright with the two of you – and if anything causes concern throughout the night, do not hesitate to call me alright? farewell for now Stiles, goodnight" The veterinarian waves his exit, a soft smile sent in the direction of the leaning form of Stiles – relying his weight against the brick wall.
" Thank you so much, Deaton, let the rest know we're alright, will you? See you tomorrow then, goodnight to you too" The brunette nodded in gratitude, un-linking his arms and pushing himself off the wall with the closing of the elevator doors, turning on his way further into the apartment.
“ Y’know, being passed out for the last twenty minutes is quite concerning, planning on staying like this for the whole night or? if so prepare to sleep on the couch there’s no chance in hell I’m carrying your heavy ass upstairs-”
Stopping dead in his track, Stiles somehow found himself lost for words as his gaze landed upon the older wolf’s relaxed form, heart skipping a beat at the sight sending a wave of confusion over him.
The last few hours have been nothing but a mess, and he knew that. Being so close to death in both forms of his own and life lost of his savour, it would take time to process. Still, this hammering in his chest was nothing in need of much thought, because Stiles knew himself, he just hoped he wasn’t the only one feeling like this.
“ You better finish what you started”
Thinking out loud, Stiles flinched at his own words – a heavy escape of air following right after. Looking down at his hands, he studied the way the light defined them, in many ways admiring their no-longer youth look, marks and scars healed within his skin from years of aging.
Sighing once more, he carried himself towards the couch and seated himself on one of the armrests, body relaxing upon itself as his hands found themselves in his lap. He debated pulling out his phone, but something held him back from reaching down into his pocket and doing so, something he wasn't quite sure of.
“ Are you okay?”
The break in silence shook the sheriff's son, head snapping in the direction of the rough voice coming from beside him. Gaze meeting wide-eyed with the blue glowing eyes of the older wolf.
" You scared me" Stiles huffed out, grounding himself from his moment of surprise, the steady beats in his chest washing his cheeks with a faint colour of rose – both from the scare and knowledge his fastening heart didn't go on deaf ears.
“ Are you okay Stiles ”
His eyes skimmed over the olders form, air falling silent once more as he watched the man push himself straight, head no longer leaned against the backrest, legs spread into a manspread supporting the weight of his upper body by the pressure caused by his elbows. Dominance so clearly within his seating.
“ I-I’m okay, are you okay?” The late teen swallowed, a wave of nervousness falling over him at the sight – never having seen the older Hale so roughed up before. “ I will be - how long was I out?” Peter met his gaze, hand rubbing over his face before falling to his lap once more.
“ Forty-ish”
Stiles wanted to ask, talk about everything – talk about their moment on the couch . But as much as he wanted to, he found himself incapable of putting the words out. So instead he held the olders gaze as his thoughts drowned in silence.
“ Deaton left, said he’ll be back tomorrow. The others know we’re fine, think they are staying at Scott’s - Deaton said we needed to get a good night rest without the others around to distract-”
Having broken away from the gaze, Stiles began talking, having his eyes down at his hands for a second time, all caught up in thinking the movement of Peter standing up went completely unbeknown – only once the man stood before him did his words stop.
“ Look at me”
Looking up, Stiles felt like a prey being hunted staring into those heavy eyes – so small under the olders gaze. A hand came up and moved his hair from off his face, before landing softly at his chin, making him unable to look away,
Stiles was sure his heart was about to jump out of his chest at the tension that thickened between them, throat drying at the burning of want that started pooling in his abdomen – he was sure the air reeked of his arousal.
“ Are you tired?” Peter broke the stillness, hand moving up through the younger's hair again. “ Let’s head upstairs” He gave Stiles no time to respond, grabbing a hold of his wrist as he turned towards the stairs.
Stiles made no point in protesting as he let himself be dragged up the metal steps, only staring at the bigger hand wrapped around his wrist showing no interest in letting go.
Sleep. Sleep was the least he wanted, as he followed behind the broad shoulders of the eldest Hale – butterflies took on dancing at the pit of his stomach. Excitement making his hands clammy at the thought of something more happening between them.
Having never been with a girl – let alone a man. Stiles' teenage hormones were all over the place, attacking his lower parts at any form of physical contact from the man. Each touch sending fireworks throughout his body.
At the same time, Stiles could help but see the possibility of nothing happening after all, and through the pleasant thoughts of something doing so – came a guilt-like feeling, almost rejection-like. He wanted the man before him so bad , he was almost sure he was turning crazy, never having felt such attraction before.
Stiles wasn't gay, he knew he liked girls, liked kissing them, touching them, fantasising about them. But throughout his years of discovering the ocean's worth of porn online – his history was no stranger to acts of man on man, resurfacing more and more over this school year.
So he knew he wasn't gay, but he was sure as hell not straight either. He had never had the chance to explore this side of him unlike his many drunken kisses with girls, perhaps ashamed, or just never found any guy willing.
He wasn't even sure which role he preferred the most in the bedroom, neither gender having gotten that far. When he first started watching gay porn, the thought of getting fucked was disturbing – but he was more than willing to try if Peter was the one doing the fucking.
In a blink of an eye the bedroom door was closed behind him, waking him up from his deepening train of thought – he now stood in complete darkness, the warm touch of his wrist no longer there, Peter's body no longer in sight.
His touch lingered, and Stiles finds himself reaching down and wrapping his fingers around where Peter’s hand previously were. His own feeling no similar to the one of Peter.
Suddenly, the touch came back, stemming from behind him in forms of two. The hands caressed their way down from on top of his shoulders, down to rest at the top of his hips – before wrapping around his lower stomach. Stiles felt drunk on the eldest touch.
A pair of lips trailing down the side of his neck, Stiles gave Peter more excess by turning his head ever so slightly to the left, his own lips parting as breathing through his nose no longer felt enough – arousal so suffocating.
Sex. It's no stranger to pleasure, but as much as the act can be enjoyable and loving – in many ways it can disappoint, without proper prep – painful. Without the understanding of boundaries – trapping.
But nothing had ever felt as good as the way Peter treated him right now. Stiles was already addicted by the time the olders lips retreated, leading to an embarrassing sound escaping his own at the loss of touch.
“ shh, let me take care of you,”
Shivers ran up his spine at the words being whispered into the stillness the two of them had created, eyes heavy with arousal as Stiles let himself be taken deeper into the room, stopping once the edge of the mattress met the back of his legs.
Having his eyes being used to the darkness by now, Stiles could make out some parts of the room, but nothing close to what he saw of it earlier today. But what he could make out, was the silhouette of the man before him as the space between them closed, sparks filling his body as their lips met again.
This was nothing like how it had felt previously – sure, it had felt amazing being touched and kissed down at the couch, but it was nothing compared to the one they shared now. So raw and loving, Stiles felt as though he was about to melt off the feeling.
Reaching out he grabbed a hold of the bottom of Peter’s shirt, lifting it up in hopes he would get the hint and take it off, and he did. His lips were left empty as the clothing he just held on to was left on the floor with his back making contact with the bed.
Bouncing ever so slightly from the contact with the mattress, the space above him was quickly filled as Peter's arm caged him in by taking up the space on either side of Stiles's head, torso no longer hidden by the simple fabric of his clothing.
“Are you sure?”
In the last reassurance Stiles wanted this, Peter listened to the younger's heartbeat knowing he'd hear if he lied. "I want you"
The tread holding him back from removing the clothing off the brunette underneath him was no longer attached as his words held nothing but truth, hands moving quickly to strip the late teen down to his underwear, his skin so soft under his hands as he ran them up his torso.
Breathing heavily under the touch, Stiles wanted Peter’s pants off in no time quick enough, hands moving to unbuckle his belt before the help of Peter himself to remove them completely. The sound of clothing hitting the ground loud in Stiles’s ears.
Hands suddenly slipped under his body at waist-level, effortlessly shifting his body further up the bed until his head made contact with the pillows – making Stiles realize with startling clarity how easy it was for Peter to just toss him around using minimal to no strength. The knowledge making his already hard member twitch at the idea.
There being no contact, Stiles listened to the sound of one of the nightstand’s drawers being opened before being closed once again, Peter returning between his legs laying whichever item he got in arms reach beside him.
" I've never done this before" Stiles confessed upon having the older lean down to meet his lips once more, suddenly embarrassed to have never been in bed with another in a sexual manner. " no girl no guy"
Peter knew the boy probably hadn't been with a guy before, but knowing he hadn't even gone all the way with a girl somewhat came as a shock to him. With his looks, he was sure girls threw themselves at him any given chance.
"- But I want to do it with you"
Finishing his words, Stiles could only wait in silence praying he didn't ruin whatever they had going on.
“ Do you trust me?”
“ yes”
Having Peter’s lips against his own once again, Stiles placed his hands on either side of Peter’s face as the older deepened the kiss by seeking entry into Stiles’s mouth, which was granted to him immediately.
Feeling a sudden wave of confidence Stiles moved one of his hands down Peter’s chest, feeling the firm muscles against his palm as he lowered his touch, only stopping at the waistband of his boxers.
But before he could do much more a bigger hand covered his own, leading the two of them down and wrapping around the clothed member, tightly squeezing. The low hum against his lips did wonders to his own cock, twitching inside his briefs aching to be touched.
Without a warning, cold air hit his, already leaking, member as his boxers were pulled off in one smooth motion. The sensation was enough to make him gasp as Peter pulled off him, trailing kisses down his neck, the hand that helped take off the last of his clothing touching everywhere and nowhere at once, wanting to feel all of him.
A moan escaped Stiles as Peter moved down to caress his chest, taking the sensitive point of nerves in between his lips as his hand moved to ever so slightly pinch the other one. Stiles covered his mouth no longer able to keep quiet, feeling close to release just by his nipples being stimulated.
“ Don’t. I wanna hear how I make you feel”
The words came as a warning, same with the pressure from his wrist being pinned to the mattress no longer covering his mouth. And it didn't take long for Peter’s command to be fed, as he pulled off using his teeth earning a satisfying moan.
As much as he wanted to take his time with Stiles, touch and explore his body – his own control was running low so as not to make him take him right here and now. But Peter knew to prep him, knowing his size would probably rip him if he didn't act carefully.
“more” Stiles didn't know what he was asking for, his mind speaking for itself in hopes of earning more pleasure – more of Peter. Feeling the pressure holding his wrist tighten at his words, the sound of a plastic cap being opened added on to his building pleasure.
Having one of his legs put on top of Peter’s shoulder, the hand pinning him down moved to intertwine their fingers as Peter's other hand moved his lube-coated finger against his entrance.
“ Relax your body, it will feel less weird in a minute” The older reassured as he started pushing one digit inside, going slow so as not to cause Stiles any pain. “ good boy”
Moaning at the praise, Stiles did his best to relax, not used to the feeling of being penetrated, even just by a finger. Peter went slow until he felt Stiles was okay enough to add another digit.
The second finger burned slightly, but it didn't take long before the sensation went away as he tried finding the pleasure of being fingered. He was about to doubt people actually enjoying this until Peter curled his fingers hitting that spot which made him let out an embarrassing moan.
Smirking at the reaction he got, Peter continued hitting Stiles’s prostate while scissoring his fingers inside him, adding a third soon after.
" fuck- please" Stiles wined, too lost in pleasure to be ashamed for begging – begging for more than Peter's fingers. " what do you want Stiles?" Peter teased, wanting to hear him say how much he wanted to be fucked, fucked by him .
“Please, fuck me -”
Pulling his fingers out, Peter took his cock out of his briefs and rubbed lube onto himself, getting close enough to rub his head against Stiles' entrance. " Breathe for me-". The sensation of being penetrated enough to make him spill all over himself, orgasm hitting him hard enough to bring out a broken sounding moan out of him.
“ Look at you, so beautiful finishing all over yourself- god you make me crazy ” Stiles flushed at the words, but before he could get a say in it Peter returned to his lips, kissing him roughly as he slowly pushed all the way in – slowly moving back before thrusting deeply inside Stiles.
Grasping over Peter’s shoulders, Stiles moaned loudly, being over-sensitive, not yet calmed down from his orgasm, running his nails down the olders back. “ you feel so good around me, so tight- like you're made for my cock”
Moaning himself, Peter increased his speed, thrust becoming harder. What happened from there on Stiles couldn't really tell, only drowning in the pleasure Peter granted him as sweet words continued spilling from his lips.
“ I’m gonna-” Stiles gasped, never having had two orgasms in one night - treating to spill all over again, the heavy sounds of pleasure coming from Peter doing nothing to ease the need to release.
"Me too baby," Peter says, " Cum with me, be a good boy- Fuck" Slamming his hips forward, Stiles came to the feeling of Peter releasing inside of him, head throwing back into a silent moan as Peter's head hung heavy above him panting.
Cringing at the feeling of Peter pulling out, Stiles hated how empty he felt no longer having him inside – but too tired to do anything but lay there.
Laying there Stiles closed his eyes for what felt like a second, only to open them to the room being lit by the lamp standing on the right nightstand, Peter entering the room wearing a pair of sweatpants towel in hand.
Meeting his gaze the older Smiled softly down at him as he made his way over to where Stiles was laying, gently taking a seat on the bed beside him. Softly, he cleaned off stiles with the damp towel, refusing to let the boy do it himself.
" Close your eyes, I'll be right back" Peter reassured, caressing Stiles cheek softly before returning out wherever he was previously. Stiles watched as he exited the room, slowly doing as he was told, finding no reason not to.
When Peter returned, he found the brunette sound asleep. Letting his feet carry himself to the lamp he turned on before going to grab the towel to clean stiles up, he switched it off before getting in bed from the other side. Careful not to wake Stiles.
Managing to get the covers from under Stiles without waking him, Peter pulled the teen against his chest, covering them both with the duvet as he wrapped his arm around the younger's chest, his other supporting his head.
“ Goodnight Stiles”