Stiles made a needy noise in the back of his throat and when Peter scooped him up, he clung to him with his whole body like a giant koala. Peter carried him up the stairs like that and into the bedroom where he dropped him on the bed. Stiles landed with a yelp and in a flail of limbs but he recovered quickly. On his back, braced on his elbows he was looking up at Peter with hungry eyes.

"Get naked," Peter ordered and held his breath to see if Stiles would follow the order. Without breaking eye contact, Stiles reached for the hem of his shirt. It was a bit of a struggle but he got naked quickly and then he was back in the same position, stretched out on his back, braced up on his elbows and with that dark look in his eyes.

"Like what you see?" Stiles asked. His whole body was relaxed, he was comfortable, lying there bare and naked while Peter was looming over him, still fully clothed. Stiles' cock had started to fill but he didn't seem to be ashamed of that either.

"Very much." Peter licked his lips at the sight of lean muscles under miles of smooth skin dotted with moles.

"Come here." Stiles stretched out a hand, begging him to come closer. Peter crawled onto the bed until he was hovering over Stiles and he was close enough for another kiss.

"You're overdressed. Want to see you naked." Stiles started to tug at his shirt and Peter lifted his arms to help him to take it off.

"Hmm." Stiles made and ran his fingertip down Peter's sternum.

"Like what you see?" Peter gave the question back to him.

"Your v-neck was driving me crazy," Stiles admitted, his fingers tracing along the line of Pete's collarbone. "But you're still overdressed."

"In a minute." Peter wasn't in a hurry. He had plans with Stiles.

"How do you want to do this?" Stiles asked, still mapping out Peter's torso.

"I want to blow you," Peter informed him. "I want to finger you open. And then, when you're begging me to fuck you, I'm going to make you come in my mouth. And when you're spent and fucked out, I'm going to turn you around and mount you. Shifted. I'm going to make you take it."

Stiles was just staring at him with big eyes.

"Do you want that?" Peter asked because big talk was one thing, actually doing it was something completely different.

Stiles nodded like a bobblehead and his scent suddenly had a sharp edge, rich and musky, he was beyond turned on. Peter placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth and then he was slowly working his way down Stiles' body to where his erection was now standing proud and full. There was precome shining in the slit and Peter couldn't wait to taste it. The smell alone drove him insane.

"Lube?" He asked into the arch of Stiles' rib cage. He didn't mention condoms because he doubted that either of them was capable of carrying anything. Besides, he wanted to mark Stiles in every way possible and it would be a shame if his seed just ended up in a condom.

Stiles didn't even have to fumble for the lube, he had a bottle in easy reach.

"And now go on with the program."

"Cocky little bitch," Peter mumbled but hooked one of Stiles' legs over his shoulder to get better access. He ran his nose along the inner side of the leg, tickling the soft skin there before he paused for a second to inhale the rich scent of Stiles down here.

Stiles opened his mouth to tell him to hurry up already, no doubt, but then Peter took the head of his cock between his lips.

"Shit, Peter." Stiles keened when Peter sank down on him. Stiles might be the expert at blowjobs but Peter wasn't that bad either and it didn't take long until he'd reduced Stiles to a writhing mess.

"I'm gonna, I'm gonna …," Stiles chanted, only seconds from coming down Peter's throat.

"Not yet." Peter let go of him and reached for the lube.

Stiles cursed in frustration.

"Told you I want to finger you open." Peter poked a finger at his entrance. "Shifted I'm bigger there as well, better get you nice and loose first."

He took his time, adding one finger after another, scissoring and stretching until the rim gave and he could easily fuck three fingers in and out of Stiles. He made sure to stroke him in between just to keep him on edge but his main focus was on where his fingers disappeared in Stiles' body.

Peter had still his jeans on and he was straining against the tight fabric but at the moment his attention was solely on Stiles. Who was making the most delicious noises under him.

"Please, Peter." Stiles was begging for real now. Good.

Peter added a fourth finger and only when that one went easily in and out as well, he took Stiles back into his mouth.

Stiles cried in relief and it only took a few bobs of Peter's head to push him over the edge. The ring of muscles fluttered around his fingers and Stiles was coming deep in his throat. Peter curled his fingers to rub against Stiles' prostate while he swallowed around him to milk the last drops out of him. Only when Stiles started to whimper in discomfort, he let go of him.

"There you go." Peter sat back to appreciate his work. There was a thin layer of sweat glistering on Stiles' skin, his chest was heaving and his softening cock lay nestled in his curls. "Spent and fucked out."

Now Peter did get rid of his jeans, it was the only breather Stiles would get. A second later Peter was back and now he wanted his own release. He let Stiles watch while he generously coated his cock with lube, stroking himself. Then he shifted. Stiles had been watching him with big eyes but now he sucked in a breath. He was looking a bit worried now.

Peter stroke himself a few more times, minding the claws, but then lunged forward and grabbed Stiles by the hips. He flipped him over and then he shoved in with one hard thrust of his hips.

Stiles cried out in surprise but Peter's cock went in without much resistance. With both hands on Stiles' hips Peter was holding him in place but he gave him a moment to adjust.

"Damn, you're big," Stiles gritted out, fisting the sheets in search of something to hold on to. "Okay, do it. Make me take it."

Peter didn't have to be told twice.

Peter came with a howl and when he was pumping his seed deep into Stiles, he sank his teeth into the meat of his neck until he tasted blood. Stiles cried out, his whole body spasming under Peter with his own orgasm, wringing the last shocks of his orgasm out of him.

Peter came down slowly. Stiles was limp in his arms and he lowered him down gently. He twitched under him when Peter pulled out but otherwise, Stiles was just lying there. There was blood on his neck and the come leaking out of him was tinted red as well. Not much but it was there.

"Stiles?" Peter ran a worried hand down his neck, staying away from the bite mark. "You okay, Stiles?"

Stiles had fantasized about this, had wanted him to go all wolf on him and Peter had not held back.

"Shit," Peter muttered. It had been too much, he should have kept himself under control. Stiles had wanted to feel the prick of a claw. Not this. "Stiles?"

Finally, Stiles moved his head, rubbing his nose into the pillow. He was mumbling something but it was too muffled for Peter to make out the words.

"You with me?" Peter asked, now rubbing firm circles into his skin to get him more alert.

"Clean me up and then I want cuddles," Stiles said still into the pillow but clear enough for Peter to understand. Peter breathed out in relief.

He found the bathroom and quickly cleaned up himself before he came back to Stiles with a washcloth and a towel.

When he stretched out next to Stiles and drew the covers over both of them, Stiles snuggled closer until he could rest his head on Peter's shoulder.

"Was it too much?" Peter dared to ask. He had cleaned up the semen and the blood but both scents still hung heavy in the air.

"It was good." Stiles squished his face more firmly into his chest. "More than good." He was lying half on top of Peter, his body pliant and his eyes closed. Peter slung his arms around him and when Stiles' breath evened out and he fell asleep for real, Peter followed not much later.

Peter woke with a start. There was somebody standing in the doorway. The room was dark and even Peter could not make out much more than a silhouette against the rectangle of the open door.

"Who's there?" Peter asked. Stiles was still sleeping next to him and Peter made sure to keep himself between him and the intruder when he slowly stood, his clawed hands hanging loosely by his sides. He was still naked but that didn't bother him, his eyes were fixed on the man in the doorway. It was not the Sheriff, him he would have recognized instantly, so Peter was ready for a fight.

"Stiles needs to come with me," Derek said without making an attempt to come farther into the room.

Now Peter did recognize the form of the water spirit. Stiles had told him that Derek would come for him but somehow Peter had totally forgotten about that.

"He's sleeping," Peter said, still standing between Derek and the bed.

"That doesn't matter," Derek said. "He has to come with me."

Peter didn't know what to do. So he did the only thing he could think of, he shook Stiles awake. Which was easier said than done. Turned out Stiles was a heavy sleeper and it didn't help that Peter had fucked out his lights earlier. In between Peter put at least his underwear back on. Since it didn't look as if this was going to end in a fight, he didn't want his dick to flop around while Derek was watching him.

"Stiles." Peter shook him harder now. He didn't know how patient Derek was. Would he just drag a sleeping Stiles out of the bed? That would be one hell of a way to wake up. "Stiles! Derek's here."

Peter kept an eye on Derek, for sure he would not turn his back to him, but so far Derek hadn't moved. He was still standing in the doorway, waiting.

At least Stiles started to come around. He smacked his lips and muttered something under his breath but he did blink his eyes open.

"What?" The word came out as a toneless squeak.

"It's time to come home," Derek said.

"Five minutes." Stiles rolled to his side and drew the blanket over his head. That was not the reaction Peter had expected but Stiles may not be awake enough just yet to realize who was here to pick him up.

Now Derek did move. Peter expected him to come directly for Stiles and all his instincts were telling him to not let that happen but Derek was heading for the chair at the desk instead. Peter turned with him to not let him out of his sight.

Derek sat down and turned the chair so that he was facing Peter. Or Stiles who was somewhere behind Peter, it was hard to tell.

Nobody had bothered to turn on the lights and in the dim light, it was hard to make out Derek's expression. Since he'd sat down, he hadn't moved.

"Are you actually going to give him five minutes?"

"Yes," Derek said.

"Why?" Peter couldn't help but wonder. Stiles was Derek's and he would have to come with him eventually. Peter didn't like it but except for fighting Derek, which would be a very bad idea, there was nothing he could do about it.

"Because he said so," Derek answered as if it should be obvious. "Five minutes don't matter."

Behind him, Stiles had fallen back asleep so it looked like he would be alone with Derek for five more minutes.

Peter switched on the lamp on the nightstand and then he sat down on the edge of the bed. He was still mostly naked but that didn't seem important right now.

In the light, he studied Derek. He was dripping wet and there was a trail of water leading from the door to where he was sitting at the desk. While Derek was studying Peter from under thick eyebrows, Peter took the chance to study him in return. Droplets were glistering in Derek's scruff, his skin was too pale and had a damp sheen to it. Derek did pass as human but he kind of looked sick. A bit as if he'd drowned if Peter was honest. Which made sense given his nature.

"You're not going to hurt him, are you?" Peter dared to ask.

"I'm not the one who hurt him."

"Neither am I," Peter said, ignoring the scent of blood still lingering in the air.