Disclaimer: Derek and Stiles sadly do not belong to me. Nor does Teen Wolf. Weh.
Warnings: Not canon-complacent, angst, humor, crossdressing, fabulous drag queen OCs, pining, courting, mating, D/s, knotting, rimming, licking, cum eating, animalistic/feral/possessive behaviors, PackMom!Stiles, PackDaddy!Derek, puppy piles, affectionate poly!pack, pet names, Daddy kink, Twilight references, potential OOC
Jackson stares up at the store sign, then back at Stiles.
Stiles rolls his eyes, "Oh, don't give me that look. You liked the ones you got for Christmas, didn't you?"
Jackson grumbles. "...Yeah, but," he looks up at the sign again, "did we really need to drive all the way out here, two towns over?"
"Look, this is where the ladies take me shopping, and probably where Anita had gotten them. It's quality stuff and I know how you get about quality, so quit your whining."
Jackson pouts but allows himself to be led in by the hand after Stiles kisses his cheek to appease him.
A familiar ring sounds from his laptop and Derek clicks to accept the video call. Stiles's face fills the screen, brown doe eyes twinkling with mischief as his boy gives him a crooked grin. "Hi, Daddy."
A slow smile curls his lips. Eyes lidded, Derek replies, "Hey, baby. I miss you."
"Miss you, too," Stiles sighs and runs a hand through his tousled hair, "But you'll be back soon, right? Just a couple more days at the super-secret west coast Alpha werewolf convention?"
He rolls his eyes fondly at the ridiculous title. "Yes, Stiles."
"Mm, good. Can't wait 'til you're home for Valentine's." Stiles's eyes smolder at him before the look is gone as soon as it appears. "So, have you learned anything interesting while you've been down there? You're playing nice with the other Alphas, aren't you?"
"Of course I am."
Stiles squints at him for a moment, then says, "Liar."
"Am not."
"Are too. You, mister, are a lying liar who lies. I bet you're doing your typical broody-and-mysterious-stay-away-from-me-grr shtick you have going on. Mr. Grumpers."
Derek scoffs as his mate sticks his tongue out and laughs at him.
"Well, if you're going to be like that tonight," he starts in a light tone, making the younger man shut his trap and straighten up noticeably because that tone can only mean trouble for Stiles, "I guess you don't want me to bring this back?"
He picks something up off screen before showing it to Stiles.
Brown eyes widen dramatically. "Is that-?"
"-The ancient tome on herbal remedies you've spent weeks scouring the depths of the internet for? Maybe."
"Der-eeek, you bastard!" his mate whines at him, "Where did you find it?!"
"Alpha Bragg from Oregon owed me a favor," he answers with a nonchalant shrug, idly flipping through the fragile parchment. "Gonna be good for me now, mate?"
Stiles pouts at him for a moment before his expression slips into something a little more sweet and seductive, something Derek's always loved.
"Always, Daddy." His mate smirks then pulls away from the camera, and Derek takes a moment to stare at what he's wearing.
"Is that my jacket?"
Stiles smiles at him coyly and snuggles into it, giving himself a hug. He pulls a lapel close to his nose and inhales a deep lungful of Derek's rich, woodsy scent, "Mm, what can I say, I've missed you."
Derek notices he's not wearing much else, teasing peeks of pale dotted skin flashing at him briefly from underneath the leather, and the pendant of his collar glimmering faintly in the soft dim light. A bit of red catches his eye and he blinks, irises changing from hazel to crimson in a heartbeat.
"Stiles."
His mate bites his lip, a small blush tinting his face. "Fuck, I love it when your eyes go all Alpha on me," he breathes before he leans back further onto their bed and spreads his legs – clad in sheer stockings with little red bows at the top - revealing the little red lacy things that are trying real hard to pass as panties. Which is to say, not all that hard at all.
Speaking ofhard...
Derek groans deep in his chest and flops back in his chair, "Fuck, Stiles."
His mate smiles - all sly and teasing, the little minx – and winks at him, "We'll be getting to that soon enough. You like? I just bought them today."
His eyes narrow. "I knew I haven't seen those ones before."
Stiles licks his lips, leaving them shiny and moist, "Thought of you when I saw them, so obviously I couldn't resist getting them."
With his arousal evident, Derek's voice turns husky with his next words, "I like them on you, but I think I'd like them better off even more."
Stiles's laugh is delighted, "I'd thought you'd never ask."
Slim, dexterous fingers trail down Stiles's chest, revealing his hard little nipples from under the jacket as Stiles fingers the edge of the panties. The boy toys with the hem a bit more before laying back on a convenient pile of pillows and arching like a kitten, shimmying the scrap of fabric down his legs where they stay stretched taut between his hairless thighs.
Stiles bites his lip again, whiskey eyes looking at him from under dark lashes. "What should I do now, Daddy?"
Derek's pupils dilate, black eating up red, and he growls low, "Spread 'em."
"Mnh-" Stiles does so with a shudder, face going slack as he sinks into the heady feeling of subspace.
Derek knows that Stiles appreciates not having to think all the time. No plotting or strategizing here; all the boy has to do is follow his Alpha's commands and feel - which he does so beautifully, so eagerly.
The werewolf always makes sure Stiles knows he's loved and cared for, even when he's being taken apart and put back together again. Especially when he's being taken apart and put back together again.
Derek tsks softly, "You can do better than that. Use your hands, baby. Spread them further."
Stiles nods and obeys, his hands reaching down to pull his cheeks apart. His face flushes pink, feeling exposed under his Alpha's possessive gaze.
"Mm, there it is," Derek murmurs, voice going dark and velvety like melted chocolate, "What a cute little pussy hole you have, baby. So pretty and pink. You've been a good boy for me, haven't you." Said hole clenches involuntarily in response and Stiles lets out a soft needy sound, that delicious little blush staining his cheeks quickly spilling down his chest, highlighting those irresistible moles of his. The wolf tilts his head to side, sexy scarlet eyes trained on his delectable mate, "Or rather, a good girl?"
They have a rule: when Derek is away, Stiles isn't allowed to play with his hole without his mate's permission; that's for Derek when he comes home, so he can ruin that virgin-tight ass all over again, fucking that soft pink pucker until it's loose and sloppy and the angriest shade of red from his thick cock and fat knot.
That means Stiles hasn't had a satisfying orgasm since his mate had left for Nevada three days ago. The boy's rutted and fucked through his vastly growing collection of toys while wearing Derek's shirts to get off but nothing comes close to the nirvana he reaches at the hands of his Alpha mate.
"Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy," murmurs Stiles in between the shivers wracking his body, struggling to hold still so Derek could look his fill and savor the view to his heart's content, "I've been so good...a-a good girl for my Alpha."
"Is that so," Derek purrs, "Then you deserve a reward." He palms himself through his jeans, eager to get this show on the road. "Let's fill you up, hm? Bet you've missed have a cock stuffing your pussy, don't you, beautiful."
"Yes, so much," his boy mewls, toes curling in his stockings as he trembles in anticipation.
Fuck, so sexy. Fucking little cockslut.
Derek's fangs itch in his gums, wanting to drop down and gnash and bite. He takes a slow steadying breath and lets it out through his nose then manages to say in an even tone, "Good. Get yourself ready for me."
Stiles lets go of his ass cheeks and grabs the nearest lube stashed away under the pillows, getting his fingers wet and rubbing one up against his tight little pucker with a soft breathy sigh, teasing himself - teasing them both. One finger slips in – his hole taking it easily even after days of disuse, opening up like a flower around the digit - then two, then three, until he's slick and stretched and waiting for his next cue from Derek, honey brown eyes begging.
Derek hums in approval, loving it when Stiles gets like this for him, all defenseless and vulnerable. Like prey.
He gives the order, "Grab a toy and fuck yourself, baby. Fuck yourself on that hard dick, like you'd fuck me. Go slow, and no touching that pretty clit of yours." He smirks evilly, "That's for later."
Stiles whimpers a little at that last part, cock twitching, but complies and hastily reaches for something off screen. It's a dildo, not as big as Derek, but long and textured with a knot at the end; Stiles's favorite.
Inside his head his wolf rears up and roars at him, fighting to the surface, wanting to be there to mount his mate and give him a real dick to fuck, pin him down by the neck - head down, ass up - and stake his claim all over again.
With claws digging into the arms of his chair, he forces himself to relax as he watches Stiles lube up and push the dildo into his ass in one smooth slide, a sluttish moan escaping as muscles clench onto the toy like it couldn't get enough.
"What a greedy hole you have, pet," he murmurs, "Look how hungry it is."
Stiles lets out a choked mewl then thrusts his hips back onto the toy until it's flush against his bottom. He starts to fuck himself on it like Derek wants him to, works himself over slowly as soft bitten off sounds leave his lips.
Derek knew it wouldn't last long though, his noisy mate.
Heated crimson eyes are locked onto his boy as Stiles plunges the toy in and out of his sopping hole with long punctuated thrusts, desperation starting to color his movements the longer he fucks his own ass from his desire for faster, harder - but he couldn't give in to it, not yet; forced to wait for it like his Alpha taught him to.
"You want it so fucking bad, don't you," Derek growls from the back of his throat minutes later, squeezing his engorged length through his jeans.
"Yes, Daddy," Stiles pants, sweat glistening his skin from his steady but forceful ministrations as his breathing hitches, "H-huh...hunh – so good. Please."
"Please what."
"Please, can I – ah! - can I knot? I want to knot." His mate's lashes flutter when Stiles seeks out his prostate, that gorgeous mouth lush and open in a perfectly obscene little 'o' as he gulps for air. "Please, Daddy, please." He slurs, "Been empty for so long..."
Derek purrs, all big and masculine. "Well, since you asked so nicely..." He leans back in his chair and pulls himself out of his confining jeans at last, playing with the foreskin sheathing his cock head, "Go ahead then, baby girl. Knot yourself, but don't cum yet."
"Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy," Stiles babbles and lets out a hot little gasp as the knot pops through. He's trembling, arching his back and grinding his ass down against the bed to push it in further, feel it deeper, fingers clenching the pillows by his head. "Ah! Ahn! Mmh!"
"That's it. Good," rumbles Derek, stroking himself roughly, fucking up into his fist, "So tight."
A loud whimper is heard.
But it doesn't come from Stiles.
Instantly Derek pauses, one hand on his dick, and cocks his head to the side. No, it definitely didn't come from Stiles, whose chest is heaving too heavily to utter such a noise. Besides, he knows every little sound his mate's ever uttered.
It certainly didn't come from him.
"...Stiles?"
On the bed, his boy is biting his lip again, amber eyes hazy but unapologetic, maybe even a little smug?
"Oops," Stiles breathes out, all naughty and coy. "Busted."
That mischievous grin reappears before he's looking away from Derek and flings an arm across the bed, crooking a finger in a lazy 'come-hither' motion to someone out of frame.
Then blue eyes are peeking up sheepishly at Derek from the corner of the screen.
"Surprise!" comes Stiles's jaunty response, complete with jazz hands.
Derek's eyebrows shoot up. "Jackson?"
Jackson cautiously pulls himself up onto the bed at Stiles's insistence and curls up against the human's side when Stiles sits up – gingerly, of course, because dildo – to shrug off the jacket and pull his panties off completely. The brunet flings them over his shoulder before twisting around to greet him with a kiss.
Then Jackson murmurs, "Hi, Alpha," shyly to the camera and ducks his head into Stiles's neck afterward, slowly turning red the longer Derek continues to stare at him in surprise. He's not sure what the older wolf is thinking right now, not sure if he's even welcome here in such an intimate setting for his Alphas.
Sensing his turmoil, Stiles coos and turns to the omega, hugging him close and petting his hair to comfort him.
"Jax has been a good boy," Stiles tells Derek, "He's kept me company all day and even went shopping with me when everyone else was busy."
"Is that true, pup?" comes his Alpha's voice filtered over the speakers.
He nods against Stiles's neck, nose brushing against his collar, then peeks back up to see Derek's infamously unreadable face looking back at him.
"I think he deserves a reward," Stiles chirps up helpfully, and Jackson blushes when his Alpha locks gazes with him.
"Is that so," Derek drawls.
"Mhm, and look! We even picked some things out for him too!"
Stiles then proceeds to pounce on Jackson and wrestle him into position as the bewildered omega struggles half-heartedly underneath the other boy until he's manhandled into resting back onto Stiles's chest between his legs, facing the computer. Stiles hooks his feet around the blond's ankles and spreads them until Jackson's powder blue panties, white stockings and matching lacy garter belt are on display. "Tada~!" says Stiles, panting lightly, his face flushed from the toy being jostled around during their little skirmish, "Aren't they adorable?"
"Stiles!" Jackson grumbles at him but quiets when the other boy gently shushes him with his lips and strokes his naked chest. Stiles tweaks his nipples and he moans against that cupid's bow mouth before the brunet is nudging at his face with his nose until he turns his head back to see Derek rake deep red eyes in a slow, unhurried sweep down his bared form. He feels the gaze like a caress, his whole body going bright pink when Derek stares down the hard cock outlined in his panties. It gives a little twitch under such intense scrutiny and a little precum oozes out, creating a dark spot. Derek chuckles.
"Hm. Pretty pup," the older man states with approval and Jackson's wolf whimpers, wanting to please and submit properly to his Alpha. Instinctively, his hands come up to curl near the base of his neck to show more of his belly, so there's nothing hindering Derek's view of his body. He lowers his eyes and bares his neck in submission for good measure.
Derek's eyes go half-lidded, and he absolutely purrs. "Lovely boy, look how good you're being. My gorgeous omega pup."
Jackson peeks up from beneath his lashes at that and nibbles his lip, smiling radiantly which causes Stiles to coo and kiss at his face as he preens under his Alphas' attention. "Thank you, Alpha," he replies softly, lust and reverence shining in his glowing blue eyes before Stiles is pecking at his shoulder, drawing his attention away from Derek for the moment. Stiles nuzzles him until the blond turns his face up for a kiss, accepting the persistent tongue gently poking at his lips with a little moan.
They kiss and nip and mouth at each other, making out in sensual leisure until they're forced to break for air, soft puffs of breath hitting the other's swollen lips.
"Let's give Alpha a good show, huh?" Stiles whispers conspiratorially to him and grinds his neglected erection into his silk covered ass. He whimpers and throws his head back onto his shoulder in acquiescence.
One of Stiles's hands creeps down his chest past his abs to cup his cock, diligent finger tips teasing his sac through the silk, making Jackson squirm and arch into it, wanting more. They answer his silent plea and dip in between his cheeks to press against his hole, causing more precum to soak into his panties. "Stiles. Please."
"Okay, babe. I've got you," Stiles murmurs in between kisses, "Take these off for me?" He tugs at the soiled panties until Jackson shakily unclips his garters and hooks his fingers into the offending garments, lifting up his hips impatiently to pull them all the way off and throwing them off the side of the bed to join Stiles's pair on the floor. "There you go. Better," Stiles says, pleased, "Good boy."
Jackson yips and licks at the other boy's mouth, always eager to please.
Crooning, Stiles nuzzles him for being so cute and takes Jackson's dick into his hand, starting to pump him, feather-light strokes at first before tightening his grip and giving it to his pup harder once he gets a rhythm going. The other hand slides down to massage his balls, one finger easing back to stroke his taint, the rim of his hole; pressing hard at the pucker before slipping inside the blond's tight channel, already lubed up with wet omega slick, perfect for plundering. (Scott had helped discover that little treat.)
Jackson groans deep from his chest, nose pressed against Stiles's cheek, clutching at Stiles's thighs as he undulates against the brunet's trapped dick, needing something bigger inside him now. He lets out a low whine when Stiles pulls the finger away, but settles when the other boy kisses him soothingly.
"Get on him on his back," he hears his Alpha growl, "Want to see you suck him off, baby."
Stiles wriggles happily against Jackson with an enthusiastic "Yes, Daddy," flushed and breathless and terribly aroused as he moves them into a better position for the camera.
Biting his lip, he settles into the cradle of Jackson's parted thighs and splays himself on top of the omega, catching Jackson's mouth with his own for another steamy tongue session as he gropes around to find the pup's hands, pinning them above his head and linking their fingers together once he does.
"Mmh," Jackson moans when they part with a noisy smack, Stiles humming and nosing at his face affectionately. He squeezes Jackson's hands to make sure they stay in place before heading south, long bony fingers trailing down Jackson's sculpted arms and sides to anchor themselves onto his hips as he peppers kisses all the way down his chest, between his pecs to his abs which makes the pup arch up into it with a breathy little moan. He detours to a hipbone, inspecting a groove that forms the blond's deep 'v' with his tongue before arriving at his final destination.
Lapping at Jackson's weeping cock with tiny kitten licks, eliciting more soft and needy sounds from the pup, he catches stray droplets of precum on his tongue.
"Stay," Stiles chides when Jackson tries to buck up and the blond wolf whines, pouting down at him.
"Do as your mama says, pup," comes Derek's husky voice, darkly amused, and Stiles shakes his head, rolling his eyes at the pet name. He smiles playfully at the camera all the same, meeting feral red eyes gleaming in the darkness on screen, the light of Derek's computer highlighting his chest and the bottom half of that stupidly handsome face of his.
Jackson's pout deepens a bit before he does as he's told and lays still. Stiles turns back to him and smirks, then rubs his face against the blond's cock as a reward and pets his thighs. "Good boy," he says as neon blue eyes watch him before they flutter shut when he goes down on him, Jackson's mouth falling open around a truly explicit moan, worthy of a porno.
His pup tries to be good, tries real hard, but when Stiles pulls up with a loud slurp – cheeks hollowing briefly – and moves down to mouth at his tightening balls, he whimpers pathetically, having had to hold back for so long. Jackson's lower body trembles with little jolts of pleasure as the omega fights to keep his hips from thrusting up - keep himself from cumming without permission. Alpha doesn't like it when he doesn't obey that particular rule, and his punishments were as cruel as they were terribly pleasurable.
Stiles takes pity on him though, and kisses his sensitive cock head with wet red lips, suckling on the blushing mushroom cap before opening his mouth wide and swallowing him all the way down his throat, making Jackson throw back his head and keen high and desperate at the feeling of warm constricting muscles massaging his aching cock.
"Oh god, Stiles, if you keep doing that 'm not gonna last," he's slurring a few minutes later, clenching the sheets above his head and biting his lip against the torrent of noises that want to escape.
"Not yet, pup," Derek rumbles over the speakers, "You know better than that."
Jackson whimpers again and lowers his eyes, "Y-Yes, Alpha. Always, Alpha."
Stiles groans around his mouthful, so utterly turned on by just how submissive Jackson gets for Derek. He bobs his head faster, up and down and up and down and back again, the sounds he makes obscene and filthy. He swallows once which causes Jackson to cry out before Stiles is pulling off of him completely and blows cool air onto his wet cock, chin dribbling spit and precum.
The pup lets out a broken sob - oh, so close - but Stiles shushes him soothingly, crawling back up his body to make love to his mouth.
"There, there, baby. Mama's here," he says, and Jackson mewls, greedily taking in the taste of himself on Stiles's lips and chin.
"Please," he begs and Stiles starts to rocks his hips against his own, rubbing their pulsing cocks together. They moan into the other's mouth, sloppily making out with each other as Stiles props himself up on his forearms beside the blond's head and Jackson's hands slide down his back to palm and squeeze his ass, making Stiles mewl.
"That's it. I want to see you two rutting against each other just like that," Derek rumbles, red eyes flaring up hotly as sweat dots his temples, his shirt sticking to his torso that would have made Michelangelo weep as his fist blurs over his rock-hard cock, aching for a hole to fuck, "Let's see if you can make yourselves cum like this. No hands, no penetration."
Stiles whines, hips stuttering into Jackson as his puffy asshole flexes around the toy still knotted inside him. "Daddy. No fair..."
Derek hums, his voice deceptively calm, "Are you complaining, pet?"
Ducking his head, Stiles shakes it 'no', but mutters under his breath, "So mean."
Derek smirks wickedly at that. "You like it when I'm mean. Now do as I say. I know you can take it."
With a soft, broken sound Stiles obeys and gets to work, frotting against Jackson with one goal in mind. He focuses his sights on the omega below him; the moist, plush softness of his parted lips, how pretty his eyes are – open and trusting and so very blue; that fucking adorable blush staining his beautiful face, strong and sharp and masculine, but so unlike the dark handsome ruggedness that Derek possesses, almost angelic in certain lights.
Suddenly an image of how the pup would look on Derek's lap comes to mind, writhing and moaning like a bitch in heat with his thighs spread wide on either side of Derek's hips before flopping down to rest limply on his Alpha's chest, stuck on his knot, ass hot and sore from the spanking Daddy's just given him. Derek's hand would come to rest on a rosy red cheek, petting and fondling it possessively like it belonged there before one finger slips in between to rub at where they're tied, the pup's hole fluttering around his hot engorged knot at his touch.
"Fuck," Stiles whimpers, his ass spasming around the toy inside him at the thought. He wants that, wants to see that particular fantasy come true ASAP; his big, strong Alpha putting their little omega in his place, pinned underneath his chest where he belongs – on his back or with his ass up in the air, it doesn't really matter - as they rut like the animals inside. Mmm.
The two boys hump and grind their hips together as best they can, sweaty and wanton in their mounting desperation as they arch and strain against each other erotically.
"Mm-ah," Jackson pants, thrusting into the space where Stiles's thigh meets his hip, his hands rhythmically squeezing and massaging the brunet's soft ass cheeks. "Fuck, that's good - more!" he demands, his fingers slipping into Stiles's crack and firmly pressing against the dildo buried inside.
Stiles lets out a startled gasp, not expecting the hot rush of tingling pleasure to overtake his already muddled senses. It blinds him momentarily before he's pushing himself up to kneel on shaky limbs, making Jackson whine in protest. This is not what the blond wanted at all.
Above him, Stiles wants to reassure the pup but the need for better leverage takes top priority, his body wobbling slightly until he spreads his knees for balance and grabs at Jackson's legs to throw his calves over his shoulders. Satisfied with the new position, he holds Jackson down and fucks hard against the pup's dick like a man possessed, frantically chasing after his own orgasm.
"Ah, ah, Stiles! Yeah, like that!" Jackson cries out, breath stuttering as he does his best to meet Stiles's hurried thrust for thrust. "Oh, so good..."
"Pretty bitch, pretty baby," Derek growls roughly from the computer screen, his wolf clearly in the driver's seat as he works himself over furiously towards the edge, "Can't wait to come home. Gonna mount you and fuck you, breed you both 'til you cry and cum on my knot."
"Yes, make it good. Make me cum," Jackson begs, thrashing against the sheets. "Please, oh please, I want it, Alpha, mount me please."
"Bet your tight little boy cunt's wet and ready for me, isn't it baby? Don't worry, Daddy's gonna fill you up with so much cum, lock it all inside your pretty boy pussy with my knot until you're full and bulging with pups."
"You two will make the prettiest babies," Stiles moans out, and with a choked gasp, his pup cums just like that, the omega's lonely hole grasping for the phantom knot it craves as Jackson shudders through his climax, white striping his chest and stomach before petering out in gushes. Groaning loudly at the sight, Stiles follows soon after, adding to the hot sticky mess pooling on Jackson's abs.
Catching his breath, he runs a hand through the mess and flicks his tongue out to let himself have a taste before pushing two fingers into Jackson's open mouth. The pup eagerly sucks on them, lapping up the last vestiges clinging to the digits as well as the others and Stiles's palm until Stiles pulls it away to take his mouth with his own, sharing their mingled essence together.
On screen, Derek cums as well with a gruff snarl, rumbling out his contentment afterward and absently bringing his soiled hand up to his mouth to lick clean.
Both his boys snap to attention and zero in on him hungrily, their tongues darting out to wet swollen kiss-bruised lips. They want a taste of their Alpha too. No fair.
He smiles, slow and predatory.
"Patience, pups. I'm not done with the two of you just yet. Though, I do hope you're enjoying yourselves so far... especially you, Stiles." His mate gulps at being mentioned and looks back at him wide-eyed as he continues menacingly, "Don't think you're getting out of punishment for this little stunt - inviting Jackson to our play time without my permission - no matter how pleasant a surprise it turned out to be. Savor tonight because when I get home, your asses are mine."
Both his boys whimper at that and cling to each other.
Hours later the two collapse in a tangle of panting sweaty limbs covered in tears and cum and saliva, the dildo now firmly knotted in Jackson's drenched asshole.
He's on his stomach, Stiles flopped over the length of his back as the brunet rides out his last orgasm of the night, rutting against his stuffed pucker in between his slippery cum covered ass cheeks until he finally goes soft and still.
Stiles sighs happily, presses butterfly kisses to every available patch of skin he can reach and snuffles at his neck and face, making him purr sleepily.
He hears his Alpha chuckle, detecting an underlining layer of fondness in the pretty sound.
"Go to sleep, pups. I'll see you two soon."
"Mmf. G'night, Daddy. I love you," Stiles calls out from over Jackson's shoulder, whiskey eyes blinking sluggishly at the computer.
"Night, Alpha," Jackson says, chin resting on folded forearms as soft red eyes regard them tenderly, almost like they couldn't believe what they're seeing, like Derek couldn't believe they were his.
His silly sentimental Alpha gets like that sometimes - with the rest of the pack too - like he couldn't believe he's allowed to be this happy, couldn't believe he deserves such a good life after everything he's been through, and doesn't that just make Jackson wanna puppy-pile him along with the others until the older wolf feels better about himself. The omega makes a mental note to talk to the rest of pack about it later. They're due for one soon anyway.
"Love you, too," Derek quietly replies back, "Proud of you two. My beautiful boys." Stiles gives a little wiggle and a happy noise at that and Jackson smiles sweetly for his Alpha. Oh, yeah, puppy pile is definitely on in the near future. "Sweet dreams."