Okay. Here is where I apologize yet again for how long it has taken me to update. I won't make any excuses, but I will honestly say that I have had a lot going on in RL and when I actually had the time to write, I wasn't always in the right mind frame. I also rewrote a significant portion of this, so that was another delay. This is the shortest chapter thus far, but hey, I earn the rating! *bats eyes and hopes this appeases at least a little* (warnings for handjobs and comeplay)

Thanks as always to my wonderful beta, Sies, for being the jewel she is, and to Shelley, who makes my writing better with her suggestions. I hope this lives up to expectation, darling. Thanks also to Sam, who suggested the idea in the first place. And I would be remiss if I didn't thank all of you who have subscribed, reviewed, and reached out to me on Tumblr. You inspire me.

Was anyone else screaming at their television during the 3a finale? And why is this hiatus so long?

"Stiles."

"Go 'way." Stiles mumbled as he cuddled closer into the warmth surrounding him. A firm hand was stroking his back and he softly hummed his approval, then frowned when the hand moved to his shoulder to give him a soft shake.

"Stiles." More insistent this time.

"Five more minutes, Dad," Stiles mumbled, tightening his hold on his pillow, which was incredibly comfortable but strangely seemed a lot more firm than he remembered.

"There you go, Derek. Daddy kink. Just think of all the fun possibilities!"

When he heard Peter's delighted chuckle, Stiles jerked awake, his eyes popping open and full body flail nearly causing him to fall. Only Derek's quick grasp kept him from ending up in a heap in the floorboard of the car.

"Oh my god, would you just shut up?" Stiles heard Derek snap as he tried to get his bearings. He twisted in his Dom's arms to look out the car window. They had pulled up to the large, stately Hale mansion and a service sub was approaching the car to assist them inside.

When the door was opened, Stiles watched as Peter got out first. He accepted a list of messages from the service sub and read through it quickly. Quirking a smile at Stiles, Peter sighed and said, "No rest for the weary, it seems business calls. I hope you'll forgive me for being absent from your homecoming; unfortunately I have something I need to attend to immediately. But as the Alpha, I welcome you to our home." He gave Derek a quick nod before walking into the house.

Stiles waited for Derek to get out next, and he climbed out of the back seat with a lithe grace that left Stiles feeling a bit breathless. He clambered out behind his Dom without waiting for assistance and stood next to the car awkwardly as the service sub opened the trunk and gathered up his belongings. Would Derek want him to follow him at a certain distance? What if he wanted Stiles to crawl or something? To his relief, Derek wordlessly motioned him to his side and placed a steadying hand on the small of his back as they walked into the imposing house.

The interior of the Hale manor was tasteful and welcoming, certainly not the ostentatious grandeur Stiles had admittedly been expecting. Wealth was evident but not overpowering. The foyer was a deep brown hardwood with a simple yet elegant chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Twin staircases led to the next floor, but instead of being lined with expensive works of art or sculptures, there were instead framed pictures of the Hale family. The wooden railings were polished to a fine glow and the whole area gave an impression of warmth and life instead of the austere coldness that might be believed of a family that had been hit with the kind of tragedy the Hales had.

Stiles stood quietly as Derek directed the service subs to put Stiles' things in his bedroom and told them they were free to go home once they finished. He leaned into his Dom and felt a thrill when Derek's hand moved from his back to snake around his waist and pull him closer. Stiles couldn't help but feel secure and protected. It was a heady feeling that was still very new. He had always felt protected by his father, and even Lydia, but this was different and exciting, and maybe just a little scary. Once the service subs left them, Derek returned his hand to the small of Stiles' back, urging him forward. There was a set of double doors ahead that were open with light spilling out and the sound of voices from within. Stiles hesitated for a moment, glancing unsurely at his Dom. Derek gave his back a reassuring rub and motioned him forward into the room.

When Stiles walked through the doors he realized he was in a large living room. The plush carpet felt squishy under his shoes and there was a huge high def television on one wall. There were two large couches arranged with colorful throw pillows and the coffee table and matching end tables were a deep cherry wood. On one of the couches, Stiles recognized Laura Hale. She was sitting at one end while a lanky, dark skinned guy that Stiles recognized as Vernon Boyd lay across the couch with his head in her lap. Boyd had been a senior Stiles' freshman year and had been captain of the submissives' lacrosse team. He had been fair and dependable. Stiles seemed to remember hearing about him being claimed by Laura Hale soon after her return to Beacon Hills. Being spooned by Boyd was Erica, who gave him a lazy smile and wave, and sprawled on top of both of them was Isaac, who looked to be half asleep as Laura idly stroked her fingers through his light curls.

"Oh, good, Derek, you're back! And you brought him back with you, that's fantastic. Hello, Stiles, welcome home," Laura smiled, trying to put the obviously nervous submissive at ease.

Stiles gave her a wobbly grin, trying to appear at ease. "Thanks, Mistress Hale, I'm happy to be here."

"Aren't you simply adorable?" Laura cooed. "Such a good boy, too. But you don't have to call me Mistress Hale here. When we're at home you have my permission to call me Laura. You know my submissive Boyd, don't you? And of course you already know Erica and Isaac. You're welcome to come join our puppy pile, we'll make room!"

Stiles heard a low rumbling growl as Derek wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him close. He couldn't help but feel a frisson of excitement at the possessive action from his Dom.

Laura's smile became a wickedly teasing grin. "Or not. I see my brother isn't in a sharing mood. Not that I blame him. Okay, you two. Duty fulfilled, you've said hello, now we can say good night. Go on, go upstairs. I'm sure Derek is ready to scent you some more. I suppose you'll be absent from classes tomorrow, yes?"

"Oh, I can't! I have a test in Dom Harris' class tomorrow," remembered Stiles. Fortunately he knew the material like the back of his hand, otherwise he'd be in a panic over not studying at all tonight.

"The claim isn't formal until tomorrow night, Lola," Derek spoke from behind him. Apparently, that explained something to Laura because a look of understanding crossed her face and she nodded.

"Okay. Will Stiles be needing a ride to school, or do you plan to take him?" she asked.

"I'll take him," Derek answered. He leaned closer to Stiles and murmured quietly, "It's time to go upstairs."

Stiles blushed and swallowed nervously, knowing he would be alone with his Dom. "S-sure," he said with only a slight stammer. "See you guys later."

Laura gave him another kind smile. "Good night, Stiles. It's about time that Boyd and I turn in as well, and I'm sure Peter will be expecting Erica and Isaac to be in his room when he gets there. Breakfast is served at 7:00, so we'll see you in the morning."

Stiles nodded and swallowed heavily when Derek took him by the hand to lead him from the room. They went upstairs and Derek turned them down a short hallway. He walked to the door at the end and opened it. "Well, here we are. This is my room. Or, our room, I guess I should say."

Stiles walked in and looked around wonderingly. The room was large, much bigger than his bedroom at home was. The walls were a creamy off white and devoid of any posters or pictures, the only adornment being a large TV. It hung opposite to the huge bed that was covered with a plush comforter and already had his pillow arranged on one side with the other plump pillows there. The sheets were turned back invitingly, causing his cheeks to heat and his stomach to twist with nervous excitement. A large trunk was at the foot of the bed. There was a desk with a computer on it against one wall and to either side of it were tall shelves that were both filled with books. There was also a mirrored dresser and matching chest of drawers arranged near the closet, and what looked to be a gigantic en suite bathroom through the open door. Vertical blinds were hanging across sliding glass doors, and Stiles could see a balcony outside.

"Wow," he croaked. He looked at Derek, who had been watching him silently and looked almost...nervous? What even. "This is-this is really nice." His Dom seemed to relax at his words, and he walked over to the dresser.

"I went ahead and had the house subs put your things away," Derek said with a wave of his hand. "Once you get moved in, the left side of the dresser will be yours, as well as the top two drawers on the chest. There are also shelves on your side of the closet and space to hang things up. You have your own area in the bathroom for toiletries or whatever you might need. Go ahead and take your shower and get ready for bed."

"Uh, yeah, that'll be great," Stiles said. He licked his lips nervously, looking down and not noticing how the movement drew Derek's eyes to his mouth. "Can I-will it be okay for me to wear clothes to bed, Sir?"

Derek raised his eyebrows and gave him a small but pleased smile. He turned and walked to the door, taking a deep breath as he opened it. He looked back at Stiles and said, "I think that'll be okay for tonight. Thank you for asking. That's my good boy."

Stiles fidgeted, warming at the words of praise from his Dom. He wished he had more experience at this type of thing and knew if he should maybe invite Derek to join him or watch or something, the idea sending a hot spike of nervous arousal through him. He thought he heard the creak of wood, but a quick glance showed him that Derek was still standing in the doorway with one hand on the door facing.

"I'll be back in just a bit," Derek said, his voice sounding oddly strained. He stepped out of the room and closed the door quietly behind him.

Stiles blinked in surprise, wondering why Derek had left him alone instead of staying, not that he minded the privacy. He looked around the room again. Now that he was alone, his normal sense of curiosity took over. The trunk at the foot of the bed appeared to be locked. He walked over to the shelves of books, wondering what his Dom enjoyed reading. There were several biographies as well as what looked like the entire collection of Stephen King works. He saw the Game of Thrones books and all of the Harry Potter books, as well as a multitude of literary classics. There was even a small collection of romance novels, much to Stiles' amusement. All of the books looked slightly worn and well read, so he knew they weren't just for show. Towards the end of the bottom shelf, Stiles blushed to find several books of hentai and erotica, as well as books about bondage, flogging, shibari, and master/slave relations.

It seemed his Dom had a wide variety of interests.

The computer on the desk was a sleek Mac. Stiles found his laptop bag leaning against the side of the desk and pulled his computer out. The desk had plenty of room to accommodate it, so he plugged it in and set it up to one side. He plugged his cellphone charger in and decided to quickly text Scott before putting his phone on for the night. He walked over to the door and took a picture of the room, typing "Wow" as a caption before hitting send and plugging the phone in. Wondering where his things were, Stiles opened the drawers Derek had indicated. He found his clothes neatly folded and put away in the top dresser drawer. The few things he had brought looked a little forlorn in one corner of the drawer, but once he brought the rest of his things he would appreciate his Dom's consideration. Unable to resist temptation, Stiles peeked in the drawers that were Derek's. He ran his fingers lightly over the darker colored clothing Derek seemed to prefer, holding a shirt up to his nose and breathing in. A pleasant scent that reminded Stiles of the forest clung to the clothing. It felt somehow relaxing and secure all at once, and he wondered if Derek would mind if he slept in his clothes sometime. The rest of the drawers yielded nothing but more clothing, and the same for the closet. Stiles wondered at the apparent absence of any sort of toys or anything that his Dom might want to incorporate into their claim. Maybe Derek preferred not to use them. Stiles felt a small wave of disappointment, then perked up. The Hale mansion was huge, it was possible there might be a separate playroom. He figured he'd find out soon enough.

Two quick chimes of his phone in succession indicated text messages, so Stiles closed the closet door and walked back to the desk.

Niiiiice! *bro fist*

Allison says congratulations and she's happy for you.

Stiles fired back a quick answer.

Tell her thanks. Gotta go, ttyl...

Stiles hit send and turned off his phone. Until he knew what Derek's rules would be when they were in their room, he wasn't going to chance displeasing him. A quick glance told him he needed to hurry; he didn't know when Derek would be back and he wanted to be showered and ready. Even though his Dom hadn't given him a command or specific time limit, he really wanted to make a good impression on their first night, even if it wasn't the official one. Stiles gathered up his pajamas and clean briefs and carried them into the bathroom.

When Stiles walked into the large en suite, his eyes widened and he came to such a sudden stop he nearly fell on his ass. To his left was a large stand-alone shower that could easily accommodate two people. It was enclosed by shaded glass doors and had a wall of multiple shower heads. The floor was textured stone and there was a wall seat in the far end. His shower gel and shampoo were already on one of the built-in shelves. Just past the shower and in the corner was a large Jacuzzi bathtub. There were candles on the wide end ledges as well as an assortment of bath gels and oils. Two separate sinks shared a large counter space and there was a large mirror behind them. A small medicine cabinet was hung near the door to the small water closet where the toilet was. It was one of the most luxurious bathrooms he'd ever seen.

Stiles turned on the shower and jumped when the water came out already heated and in full force. He grinned delightedly and quickly stripped out of his clothing. Once he was in the shower he found he could position the heads however he wanted. Within minutes, Stiles was singing enthusiastically as he soaped himself up under the steady deluge of hot water. He reached for his shampoo and lathered it up, spiking his hair up in a Mohawk before flattening it and rinsing. It was tempting to stay in the shower longer and indulge himself in a little Stiles time to help him relax, but he decided against it. It would be just his luck that Derek would come back and catch him jerking off. Talk about embarrassing. Even if he kept it quiet, there was always the chance he'd still be overheard. Oh, god, and they could smell it, too, couldn't they? Scott used to complain about the smell in his room sometimes if he came over right after Stiles time. Stiles was suddenly seeing a distinct disadvantage to being in a house full of werewolves.

He stepped out on the bath mat and quickly dried off with one of the thick towels hanging on the rack. He slipped into his briefs and then pulled on the soft flannel pajama pants and t-shirt he'd brought to sleep in. Brushing his teeth and flossing took just a few minutes, and Stiles studied his face critically in the mirror for a moment to make sure he didn't have any zits coming up or anything. Deciding he passed inspection for the night he gathered up his dirty clothes to toss into the hamper and padded barefoot to go back to the bedroom.

Even though he'd known Derek was returning soon, Stiles nearly jumped out of his skin when he walked into the room to discover his Dom lounging across the huge bed, reading a book and wearing nothing but a pair of black briefs that left nothing to the imagination. His heart beat a rapid tattoo against his ribcage and his mouth felt suddenly dry. He stared for just a moment, nearly dropping the armload of dirty clothes in his distraction before catching himself and quickly depositing the clothes in the hamper. Stiles licked his lips nervously. They hadn't talked about bedtime rituals or anything yet, but he didn't think he should just climb into the bed with Derek. Standing awkwardly and staring didn't seem like much of an option either. An idea came to him, and Stiles inwardly crossed his fingers that the instinct flooding him was right. He walked quietly to the bed near Derek's head and dropped to his knees, looking down at the floor.

"Sir," he said, his voice just above a whisper as he waited breathlessly for his Dom to respond.

Derek tightened his fingers on the book he held. He could smell the clean scent of soap and still damp hair mixed in with the slightly sharper scent of anxiousness. He could hear the rapid thud of Stiles' heart and knew he was nervous. Derek was determined to put his submissive at ease, even if it killed him. When he had caught the scent of arousal coming from Stiles earlier it had taken nearly all his control not to shift on the spot. He was pretty sure he had at least dented the wooden doorframe, if not cracked it. Peter would either be aggravated or amused over the damage; Derek had a feeling it would be the latter and he probably would never live it down.

Derek knew Stiles had been surprised to be left alone for his shower, but he had needed to put some distance between them. He had gone downstairs and had a glass of ice water to cool himself down. The scent of Stiles was driving him insane, especially now that his own scent was mixed in with it. Maybe it was the claim happening in close proximity to the full moon, but Derek had decided that a long workout or run through the woods, maybe both, would be in order tomorrow while Stiles was at school. After their claiming ceremony tomorrow evening, Stiles would officially be his and he would need to be in perfect control to begin teaching his young submissive how to please him without traumatizing him.

This had never been a problem for Derek before. He was always in perfect control, his wolf always well in check when he played with a sub. This burning need, the demand of his wolf so close to the surface was something unfamiliar, and Derek was thrown off kilter by it. He had no explanation for it, and that unsettled him.

Derek had had a moment of anxiety when he brought Stiles to his-their-room. It was nondescript and plain, no decoration of any sort. Kate had always mocked his taste as stodgy and boring, and for a terrifying moment, he had wondered if Stiles would feel the same. He knew Stiles had looked around the room. He had seen the laptop set up on the desk, saw the phone plugged in, smelled where Stiles had touched some of his clothing. Rather than being annoyed over the intrusion, though, Derek was surprised at how much this actually pleased him.

Now his submissive was there, kneeling in perfect posture as he waited to be acknowledged, scrubbed clean and smelling incredible, yet all wrong because he didn't smell like Derek anymore. This was not acceptable at all.

Derek sat up and closed his book, not caring that he lost his place. It wasn't like he'd paid attention to anything on the page from the moment he'd heard the shower shut off, anyway. He tossed it on the nightstand on his side of the bed and pulled the covers back to lie down under them. He held them up and patted the space next to him.

"Come to bed," Derek said, voice gentle but firm. He watched as Stiles swallowed nervously before rising to his feet and climbing into the bed next to him. Derek twisted to turn off the lamp and then turned back to arrange the sheet and comforter over them both. Stiles lay stiffly on his back next to him, breathing shallow and quick and heartbeat a rapid thud in Derek's ears. He placed a hand on Stiles' stomach and felt it jump and clench under his touch. Stiles inhaled sharply and Derek nearly withdrew his hand. But no. Stiles needed to get used to being in bed with him, needed to become familiar with his touch.

"Relax. I'm not going to ravish you," Derek said blandly, keeping his hand still instead of rubbing the taut stomach under his hand. He resisted the urge to reach under the t-shirt and slide his hand along that warm, smooth skin.

At least he tried to. But then Stiles whispered breathlessly, "You're not?" A note of disappointment was clear in his tone, and Derek nearly groaned out loud. He hadn't been to a sub club in weeks and domination was coursing through him, demanding to be released and even stronger in such close proximity to a submissive his body recognized as his own. He slid his hand across Stiles' stomach and gave a tug to indicate where he wanted him to move.

"Move onto your side," Derek all but growled. Stiles quickly obeyed and rolled over so that his back was to his Dom. Derek wrapped his arm around Stiles' waist and pulled him back so that he was flush against him. He leaned into Stiles' neck and rubbed his face against the sensitive skin, rumbling with satisfaction as his submissive once again began to smell like a mixture of the two of them. His hand worked its way under the soft cotton of Stiles' t-shirt and Derek ran his fingers lightly across bare skin. It was just as warm as he had imagined and he smiled as he heard a soft gasp escape Stiles, and his heartbeat sped up even more. There was a soft trail of hair below Stiles' belly button that disappeared into the flannel pajama pants and Derek wanted to follow it with his tongue. He contented himself instead with tracing his fingers teasingly around the indentation of navel before lightly running them down to the waistband of the pants and back.

Even in the dark with just a hint of moonlight to illuminate the room, Derek's super senses took over and he could hear the hitch in Stiles' breathing. He could see Stiles was biting his lush lower lip, worrying at it with his teeth until it was plump and red, and Derek was torn between wanting to hear the delicious noises he knew Stiles must be holding back and covering those lips with his own and swallowing them instead. His pretty boy was blushing hotly and the dark flush of his skin ran down his neck to hide under the shirt he wore. Derek wondered just how far down that flush went. He wouldn't find out, not tonight when they weren't officially claimed, but he promised himself that tomorrow he would follow that blush across those cheeks and down that neck with his tongue and would trace it down as far as it would go.

The sweet and spicy scent of arousal coming from Stiles was growing stronger and Derek's cock, which had been half hard since Stiles had dropped to his knees next to the bed, hardened fully in response, straining against the tight fit of his briefs. He could feel Stiles trembling in his arms with the effort to stay still under his questing hands and ground against him lightly, causing him to jerk in his arms. Derek made a soft shushing noise as he soothingly nuzzled the sensitive patch of skin below Stiles' ear and pressed his lips lightly to his neck before opening his mouth and sucking gently until he felt the blood rising to the surface. The mark he left wasn't quite as dark as he would have liked, but pleased him nonetheless. It would still be there tomorrow when Stiles went to school, and everyone would know he was off limits. That he belonged to someone.

Derek suddenly couldn't wait to have Stiles wearing his cuff. They would go right after school to pick them out so they would have them for the claiming ceremony, and tomorrow night he would have Stiles kneel for him wearing nothing but the symbol of Derek's claim on him. His cock gave a hard twitch at the image in his head.

When Stiles moaned softly, Derek closed his eyes to keep his control. When Stiles ground back against him, he nearly lost it. He wanted. He wanted so much to show Stiles the mysteries of his body, how to give and receive pleasure. It would be so easy. His body thrummed with dominance like electricity and he knew that all it would take was a word from him and Stiles would do anything he commanded. His boy would be receptive, so eager to please and oh, so willing.

No. Derek wouldn't do that, he wouldn't command Stiles outside their official claim. He could control himself.

He could.

Stiles lay as quietly as he could. He could feel the heat from the muscled wall of Derek's bare chest against his back, but that heat was nothing to the hot and hard bulge he felt pressing against his ass. His Dom's fingers were still lightly running up and down his happy trail and Stiles could feel the throb in his neck where Derek had sucked a hickey. It was driving him crazy. He was hard and he wanted...he didn't know what. He had never done this before, and judging by all the porn he'd watched, by this point he was supposed to be getting fucked into the mattress, or at least getting rimmed or fingered or something. Derek's restraint was both a bit of a relief and a source of confusion.

Finally, Stiles had to say something. He had to know. "Sir?" he asked softly, his voice just a little shaky. He nearly whimpered in protest when Derek's fingers stopped stroking his belly.

"Yes?" Derek answered him. His voice sounded steady, and if it weren't for the hard erection throbbing against his ass, Stiles would think Derek was completely unmoved by the entire situation.

"Am I doing something wrong?" Stiles asked. He waited fearfully for the answer, sure there must be something. He didn't want to mess up, he wanted to be a good boy.

Derek leaned up on one elbow so he could look down at him. "No, of course not. Why do you ask?"

Stiles shrugged one shoulder, feeling embarrassed. "You aren't touching me. I mean, you are touching me, but I guess I just thought...never mind, I must be more tired than I thought." Shut up, Stiles! he thought miserably. He settled back against Derek and closed his eyes. "Good night, Sir."

Derek felt the sizzle of dominance run up his spine and felt his cock throb in response. So his boy wanted him to touch him. Derek could most certainly oblige. He wouldn't take Stiles tonight, but that didn't mean he couldn't take a small taste of the the sweet promise he held. Stiles was his, and there was no reason he couldn't start getting him used to touching and being touched, to feeling good. They both wanted it. Their bodies fit together perfectly as though they were made for each other, like two matching puzzle pieces.

Derek moved to lay back down flush behind Stiles. He put his hand back on Stiles' stomach where he had rucked the shirt up before and began stroking the warm skin again. Only this time, instead of stopping at the waist of the pajama pants, he worked his hand under them to toy with the waistband of the briefs Stiles wore. His boy jerked in surprise and Derek whispered, "Easy now."

"Easy for you to say," Stiles retorted and Derek chuckled. He stayed where he was for a moment, just running his fingers lightly under the elastic and out again as he nuzzled below Stiles' ear before tracing his lips teasingly along the edge of the delicate skin.

"Oh my god," groaned Stiles, and Derek was pleased to see goosebumps rise up on his arms. He filed that little tidbit away for future reference and continued to tease at the briefs that were quickly becoming an annoyance to him and keeping him from what he wanted. He could hear the heavy pounding of Stiles' heart and could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest. This time, when he ran his fingers under Stiles' briefs he kept going, moving with purpose and sliding the offending clothing down until he was holding his hard cock in his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Jesus Christ!" yelped Stiles, his entire body jerking in response. "Are you-okay, we're actually-oh my god," he moaned, tossing his head back against Derek's shoulder as his Dom began moving his hand.

Derek ran his hand lightly up and down Stiles' hard cock, mapping the silky soft skin from tip to base with his fingertips and back up again. It throbbed in his grasp and Derek could smell the sharp tang of precome. He ran his thumb lightly over the tip to gather the moisture there, eliciting another shivering moan from his submissive, wrapped his fist around the hard girth and began stroking. Slow and easy at first, then faster when Stiles' hips began to move of their own accord, fucking into his hand. Derek felt the stinging in his gums as his canines lengthened, and he ground his hard cock against the plush firmness of Stiles' ass. He was almost desperate for his own relief, but he wasn't going to let go of Stiles long enough to get it. He had his boy right where he wanted him; squirming, panting for breath and moaning, the soft curses and pleas music to his ears.

It was one of the sexiest things Derek had ever seen. He couldn't remember being this hot for any submissive, ever. There had been many who had satisfied his need, even pleased him, but he had never come so close to losing control of his wolf with anyone but Stiles. No other submissive had ever caused his teeth to lengthen or his eyes to flash their bright blue. He pressed himself closer to Stiles, grinding his hardness against him as he continued to stroke his boy's cock.

Derek could tell Stiles was getting close. His movements were becoming more erratic and his heartbeat was a rapid thud. His moans were growing louder, even though Derek could tell he was trying to hold back. That wouldn't do. There might be times he would keep Stiles quiet, but right now he wanted to hear everything.

"God, you touching me is so much more different than-" Stiles gasped.

Except that. Derek stopped grinding against Stiles and slowed his hand's movement on his cock, causing him to whine in protest. It felt like a cold weight had settled on his chest. While Derek didn't necessarily expect for Stiles to be a virgin, he had been under the impression that he was. He knew from the file Peter had given him that Stiles was one of the youngest in his class, even for all that he was a brilliant student. He had come into maturity after all of his friends, and his tattooing had been less than a year ago. Relations outside of a claim were not the norm, but it wasn't unheard of for young unclaimed teens to experiment by touching each other. While it didn't change his desire to claim Stiles, Derek felt a white hot flare of jealousy that someone else had touched him like this, had heard his desperate pleas, brought him to sweet release.

"Who was it?" he growled, still stroking Stiles slowly, just enough to keep him on the brink of madness. He gave his cock a light squeeze and Stiles moaned softly.

"Who was what?" Stiles asked, sounding confused and slightly out of breath.

Derek nipped at Stiles' ear. "You said me touching you was different, who else touched you like this?" So I can make sure they never touch you again.

Stiles' face flushed hot and Derek caught the bitter scent of embarrassment. "Shit. I said that out loud? I was thinking how different it was when you touched me instead of when I touch myself. I mean, how is it you seem to know how to touch me almost better than I do?"

Derek listened to Stiles' heartbeat and it never faltered. He was telling the truth, and Derek felt the heaviness in his chest disappear as his wolf preened in pleasure. Stiles was his, and he was the one making him feel this pleasure. He was the only one who had made him feel like this. He tightened his hand and began jerking Stiles at a fast pace, working him towards the edge again.

"Fuck!" Stiles gasped as Derek got him closer and closer. He threw one arm back to wrap around Derek's neck and Derek buried his face in the tender juncture where neck and shoulder met. He licked the soft surface before sucking another bruise on the pale skin, resisting the urge to bite. Stiles would have his mark visible on his neck, that was enough for now. Suddenly Stiles stiffened before arching back against Derek, and a guttural groan ripped from his throat as he came hot across Derek's hand.

Derek held Stiles for a moment, letting him catch his breath before kneeling up. He pushed at Stiles' shoulders so that he lay flat on his back and moved quickly to straddle his hips. With lightening flash movements he had Stiles' t-shirt rucked up to his armpits, exposing his toned stomach, and had his own briefs down around his thighs. Derek grunted as he jerked himself off fast and urgent, using Stiles' come to slide his hand up and down his rock hard cock. He tilted his head towards the ceiling and bared his teeth in a low growl when he came, splashing white stripes of come across his submissives' belly.

The smell of their come mingled together and Derek growled again, a low, pleased rumble. He used his come-covered hand to smear it all together over the skin of Stiles' belly, scenting him in one of the most primal ways he could. When he was satisfied that Stiles would smell of them both for days, Derek leaned down and licked slowly over his stomach, cleaning him up and savoring their taste on his tongue. When he finished, he made one final swipe with his tongue to gather the last taste as he moved up Stiles' lithe and relaxed body, slotting them together and marveling again over how well they fit together.

"You taste so good," Derek whispered before he pressed his lips to Stiles' for the first time, encouraging him to part his lips. When Stiles hesitatingly opened his mouth, Derek slid his tongue in, letting him taste the two of them. A low moan escaped from Stiles, making Derek press harder. When he felt Stiles licking back against his tongue to taste more, Derek moved his hands to the headboard of the bed, trying desperately not to claw gouges in the wood. His boy was so incredibly warm and eager, and his scent flooded all of Derek's senses. That alone was enough to drive Derek nearly to the brink of insanity.

Parting left them both dazed. They stared at each other in stunned silence. Derek ran his fingers lightly over the bruises he'd sucked onto Stiles' neck before tracing his kiss-swollen lips with his thumb.

Stiles recovered enough to speak first. "Wow," he whispered with a small grin.

Derek silently agreed. Tonight had been amazing. Suddenly he was impatient for their meeting with the magistrate. He wanted Stiles wearing his cuff and for them to have a contract in place. Tomorrow night would be even better. He rolled off of Stiles, smiling to himself when his boy protested. He pulled his briefs back into place and rearranged Stiles' clothes before lying on his side and pulling Stiles to him. A warm feeling of contentment settled in his chest when Stiles cuddled back against him and sighed happily. His dominance had been appeased, but now Derek knew a new hunger, and his body tingled with it.

"Tomorrow our claim will be official and you'll be mine," Derek whispered low into Stiles' ear. He nuzzled the soft skin below the ear, which was becoming one of his favorite spots. "Once our claim begins, all your orgasms belong to me. You won't be punished for coming without permission tonight, but from here on you won't come unless I say so."

Stiles shivered in his arms and gave a pleased hum when Derek tightened his arm around his waist. "Yes, Sir," he whispered drowsily. Derek held his submissive close, waiting for him to fall asleep in his arms before giving himself over to slumber.

For the first time in years, he didn't dream of fire.

TBC

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