They weren't discharged until after dinner, his dad thankfully saving them from another hospital meal by sneaking in food from the diner. Stiles practically inhaled his curly fries, much to his old man's chagrin, Derek torn between amused and disgusted.

But at least the guilty scent the alpha was emanating lessened in degree somewhat at it. It had stunk up the room pretty much the second his dad had walked through the door. Apparently they'd formally met when Stiles was asleep—which he wasn't too thrilled about, despite both alphas insisting he needed the sleep more than to get involved, which, no, wrong, so very wrong—and while the sheriff had told Derek he didn't blame him for Stu's death, Derek just didn't believe him. Apparently it was a habit of his, believing himself to be at fault for things that were beyond his control. Stiles was gonna break him of that bullshit martyr complex if it killed him.

Which hopefully it wouldn't. One near-death experience was enough. He didn't need another nor to experience the whole thing.

Clothes were sweat pants and tees, his favorite giant gray and black striped hoodie thrown in for Stiles. His dad explained that Laura had dropped Derek's things off for him before rushing off somewhere he wasn't entirely sure where. Stiles frowned at that, wondering what exactly was so damn important she couldn't stay and wait to see how her brother was doing in the hospital.

Then again, being the State Alpha Protege meant she probably had a ton of shit to do that Stiles couldn't even begin to imagine.

But still. Five minutes? No?

Whatever.

They took turns changing in the bathroom and once the paperwork was all signed and done, they were free to go. His dad drove them back to the Stilinski house, wincing as they parked in the driveway.

"I'm working the overnight shift tonight so you have plenty time to—" He cut himself off, waving his hand around to encompass what he was trying to say, grimace deepening.

Stiles caught on fairly quickly, eyes widening and cheeks heating up. "Oh my god, Dad!" he yelled from the passenger seat, scrambling to unbuckle his seat belt and getting tangled in it instead. "We get it, okay, that's great, thank you, have a great night, stay safe, love you." He practically fell out the sheriff SUV in his haste to get away from his dad and his x-rated implications, slamming his door on Derek's polite "thank you for the ride, sir."

Once the two of them were locked inside the house, Stiles led Derek straight up to his room. It was obvious they were gonna end up there anyway and starting out in the living room was just delaying the inevitable. He figured he'd just save them the time and hassle by heading right there.

He flipped the light on to find that his room still locked exactly the same as it had when he left—although someone had made the bed and put away his dirty PJs that he'd stripped off when he called Lydia to finally tell her something was wrong—furniture in the same place, the same comforting scent of everything being his. He turned to see Derek following him in, closing the door behind himself, every muscle on him tense. A frown formed on the omega's face, confusion coloring his scent as he tried to decipher the other man's chemosignals, getting a whole lotta nothing.

Turning around, Derek scented the air, eyes flashing red at the overwhelming amount of Stiles in the room. Between one blink and the next, Stiles found himself pinned against a wall, the alpha buried in his neck and inhaling deeply. A nose trailed up along his throat and he was hit with flashes of Peter doing just that, pinning him on the floor, sniffing at his neck and letting out that satisfied hum over him still being untouched. He heard the pleased growl as Peter talked about Claiming him, the fear he'd felt that he wasn't leaving that dungeon/ basement/ whatever with his virginity intact coming back and freezing him all over.

Derek immediately lifted his head, worry furrowing his brow and parting his lips, concern highlighting his scent. "What? What's wrong?" he asked softly, now green eyes roaming him as though assessing him for damage, as though trying to find the answer somewhere on Stiles.

The omega shook his head, licking his lips as he tried to keep his scent neutral. He didn't want Derek to know, didn't wanna ruin whatever could potentially happen between the two of them, didn't wanna give his Mate any more reason to go after his uncle and tear of his head. Peter had taken enough from Stiles, from both of them. He wasn't gonna let the bastard take anything else.

"Nothing," he lied easily, swallowing. "I just think we should talk first." The alpha cocked his head to the side in question and he rolled his eyes. "I don't want my first time to happen with a bunch of questions lingering over us, okay? I've waited twenty years for this moment, I can wait another twenty minutes."

Nodding, Derek backed off, glancing around the room as he roughed his hand over his mouth and jaw, the rasp of too long whiskers against his palm filling the air. His eyes focused on the desk and he strode over, turning the chair around and sitting on it with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped. Neutral place, safe place, probably really fucking smart.

Stiles gave him a thumbs up before shuffling his way over to his bed, sitting on the edge and facing the other man. He wiped his hands on the sides of his sweats as he blew out a breath, trying to figure out where to start, what to say. The worst part was he had about a million things to say and nothing at the same time, all of it jumbling together into a big whirlwind of nonsensical sentences and thoughts in his head that he couldn't get straight.

Typical. Fucking typical.

Tugging at his hair, he glanced around the room for a cue, for a sign, for something to help him out and coming up short.

"So I'm just as big a boneheaded idiot as Laura keeps telling me I am," Derek stated out of nowhere, startling a laugh out of Stiles as he jerked in his seat and snapped his head to him. "Because there's no way I could ever live without you."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, hands shoved in the pockets of his hoodie as he curled in on himself. "That's just the IBS talking," he muttered self-deprecatingly, staring down at his sneaker-clad feet.

"No, it's not," the alpha insisted, scooting forward to the edge of his chair and staring straight at the younger man. "It's you, just you. It's your humor, your intelligence, your smile and your laugh, the playful banter you have with me, your spazzy arm flails—k" He waved his hands around in a small imitation of the mentioned flails before leaning on his elbows once more. "—and the way you can't walk more than three feet without tripping."

Stiles rolled his eyes at that, peering at the older man through his lashes, fighting as the corner of his lips tried to curve up in a smile. His heart was pounding in his chest at Derek's words, stomach fluttering and knotting, skin tingling. His entire world zeroed down to the man across from him, to the sounds leaving his lips and the words they created and the meaning behind them. Nothing else existed, nothing else mattered. Just Derek and this confession.

"Waking up next to you had been the best thing that ever happened to me and I was a fucking moron for letting that go," he went on, completely genuine, earnest expression on his face."I want that every morning and you sleeping next to me every night and I want more than just sex, okay? I want cuddles during Star Wars marathons and spooning while we sleep and holding hands as we run errands, footsie when we go on dinner dates, all of it, and only with you."

Stiles swallowed hard as the weight of those words pressed down on him, looking up to meet sincere green eyes and a puppy dog expression that could rival Scott's. This was Derek at his most raw, his most vulnerable, open and exposed for Stiles' eyes only. He was laying it all on the table without expecting anything in return. He'd flayed open his heart and served it on a silver platter, not knowing how it would be received, if it would be accepted and cared for, or stomped on and thrown in the trash.

And as much as Stiles just wanted to say "okay, let's do it", he couldn't. Because life wasn't that simple, their lives weren't that simple. IBS or not, those same problems that had separated them before still existed and they weren't just gonna magically disappear with a few sweet words and a swoon-worthy confession.

Swallowing hard, he began drawing lines on the carpet with his toe, frown forming on his face as he stared down at it. "I can't leave Beacon Hills," he reminded the older man. "I can't leave my dad, my friends. My life's here and I. I can't give that up."

"I'll leave Oak Creek," Derek responded easily, Stiles' flicking his eyes up to see the nonchalant shrug the alpha gave. It was as though he'd put previous thought into this and had already made a decision and—

Which he probably had.

There were moments in the hospital when Stiles was asleep and Derek was awake. There was the entire month they'd spent apart. There were plenty opportunities for Derek to consider his options, weigh them, make a pros and cons list before finally choosing one.

And he'd chosen to give up his life in Oak Creek because he knew how important Beacon Hills was to Stiles.

"I'll follow you to the ends of the Earth, Stiles," Derek went on, just as serious as before. "If you wanna live in Beacon Hills, then I will, too. I'll get a job at the sheriff's station like Parrish, get a place here, and when you're ready, you can move in."

Stiles' brows went up at that, surprise punching him square in the face. Derek didn't tell him that he had to immediately move in, didn't tell him that he needed to just get over it and move to Oak Creek anyway. He was going against every alpha norm and giving in to the omega's wants rather than demanding they follow his commands. He was giving the omega freedom to decide for himself and plan his life around that, if he was wanted and if it was all right by the omega.

Fucking hell.

"I have school up in Palo Alto," Stiles reminded him, not wanting the guy to move to Beacon Hills for a Mate who wasn't even gonna be there.

"I'll visit on weekends," Derek answered with a shrug, another predetermined answer. "I don't care. I'll wait for you to graduate, to get any additional degrees you want. I don't mind."

The omega cocked an eyebrow at that, thinking the guy was a little too agreeable. It would be taking advantage really, he knew that, that rarely heard voice in his head pointing that out. "You'd seriously be okay with just giving up your life to move here?"

He nodded, completely sincere. "I've thought long and hard about it. My mind's made up. I'll do whatever you wanna do and I'm willing to give up anything and everything if it means you're happy."

Well, that was an interesting statement.

And fucking romantic in a way.

But that was Derek, ever the self-sacrificing idiot, giving up anything and everything out of some belief that he didn't deserve it.

Except, in this case, it wasn't because he didn't think he deserved it. He just wanted Stiles to be happy, that was all, even if it cost him.

It was definitely an interesting concept, and Stiles wouldn't be Stiles if he didn't test that shit out and push it to its limits.

He pressed his lips together as he nodded, pretending to mull things over and weigh his own options, even though his mind was pretty much made up. "What if we complete the Bond, just have sex and you knot me, and then we go our separate ways forever? That's it." He slashed his still-pocketed hands in front of his body. "No more, nothing else. Done deal, end of."

The alpha's fists clenched where they hung between his knees, eyes flashing momentarily, jaw tensing as every muscle in his body tightened. "If that's what you want, then that's what we'll do," he ground out, sounding completely genuine, like he'd really do just that, no matter how much he hated it.

"You're really be willing to let me go," he commented, in awe. Because if the situation were reversed, he wasn't entirely sure he'd be able to do the same.

Okay, he totally had done that very fucking thing, had walked away from Derek because it'd been what Derek wanted. But now that he knew how fucking godawful life was without his Mate, he didn't think he'd be able to put himself through it once more and let Derek go. He was too damn selfish.

"Yes," the older man rasped, swallowing hard. "I'd rather spend the rest of my life miserable and empty and with an unsatisfied wolf if it meant you were happy and living the life you wanted."

Fucking hell.

Again.

Ducking his head, Stiles fought off his smirk, nodding. Even if his decision hadn't been totally and completely made already, that would've settled it. "What if the life I want includes you?" he asked quietly, hearing the other man inhale sharply, catching the scent of shock and hope. Lifting his head, he let the smile spread across his face, meeting green eyes with his whiskey ones. "That morning wasn't the best thing ever for just you. I want the cuddles and the spooning and the hand holding, too. I miss your dimples and your dry humor and your snarky quips. I miss your scent in my nose and your heartbeat in my ear and your heat against me and I want it all back. Now."

A grin spread across the other man's face, dimples obscured by too-long whiskers, eyes flashing red momentarily. "Is it okay to Claim you now?" he asked in a sexy rumble, grin turning feral, dangerous light glinting in his eyes.

His cock twitched in his boxers and his hole pulsed and his wolf howled and yeah, he was totally on board with that plan. His mouth hung open like an idiot as he nodded dumbly before snapping himself out of it, holding a hand up in warning. "No Bite though," he declared. "Not yet."

Derek nodded rapidly before practically pouncing on him, their lips crashing together as Stiles was knocked back onto the bed.

Clothes were shed in a flurry of limbs and fabric, surprisingly with minimal tearing or ripping. An arm was wrapped around his back and he was hauled up the bed, moved so that his head was on the pillows before Derek lowered himself onto him, pressing them together from chest to groin, Stiles' legs spreading to accommodate him. He gasped at the sensation of bare skin on bare skin, tingles breaking out over his flesh. That now-familiar burning sensation was back, fire spreading throughout him, all of it originating where Derek was touching him.

Now pressed together naked, things slowed down considerably. They took their time to taste and feel one another, Stiles refamiliarizing himself with the taste of Derek on his tongue, the weight of him pressing him into the mattress. He hitched a leg up, running the arch of his foot down along a muscular calf, bucking up to press their groins together more. The alpha trembled above him, his hips rolling, cocks sliding together with precome for lube, his fingers trailing through Stiles' hair as his tongue delved inside the omega's mouth.

A hand slid down Stiles' hip, cupping his ass, massaging it and pulling it to spread his cheeks. He let out a whimper, the sound muffled by lips on his, hips bucking to show how very fucking okay he was with current proceedings. He fully wrapped his leg around the other man's waist, hooking his foot just above his ass, fingers clawing at broad shoulders.

Derek's fingers slid closer to his crack, the pad of his middle one rubbing at his hole. Stiles pulled his mouth away to gasp, eyes fluttering open to find green ones already watching him, half-lidded in pleasure. He got lost in the swirl of colors in the irises, in the feel of that finger massaging his entrance, pressing against the tight pucker but never slipping inside. More slick leaked out of him, hole opening to welcome any part of Derek inside, the alpha taking the natural lube and rubbing it around his rim.

"Fuck, Der, please," Stiles breathed out, gasping and tilting his head back as he finally got what he wanted, as that finger finally slid inside, not stopping until it was buried completely. He squeezed around it, trying to hold it inside him, and was reward with a rub at his prostate. He cried out, blunt nails digging into sweat slick shoulders, eyes drifting shut in pleasure.

"So beautiful," Derek murmured, burying his head in the crook of Stiles' neck and inhaling. He slipped his finger out to the first knuckle, hooking his finger and tugging at the rim to stretch it further, making the omega whine. A few brief pulls then he slid his finger all the way in once more, thrusting it slowly in and out.

The younger man was breathing shakily, head swimming, hole stretching and loosening. He could feel the prickle of too long whiskers on the skin of his neck, the rasp of beard burn that he wanted to feel everywhere. Lips grazed the sensitive edge of his ear, soft breaths ghosting over him, making him shudder and shake. He was slowly falling apart piece by piece, all at the hands of Derek once again, and all he had in him was a single finger.

Fuck, his cock was gonna kill him.

The finger slipped out of him and he whined, squeezing his inner-muscles to try and keep it in. Derek raised the finger to his mouth, sliding it inside and sucking on it, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he groaned at the taste. Stiles bit his lower lip as he watched, cock twitching, wolf showing its belly in pleasure. Their alpha liked their taste, a fact he'd forgotten but was being reminded of in the best fucking way.

"Need more," Derek practically growled before moving down the younger man's body. Hands on the back of Stiles' thighs, he pushed his legs back, folding him in half, lifting his ass off the bed. The omega held his legs in place and spread his cheeks, putting more of himself on display, too far gone to feel shy or embarrassed. Eyes flashed red and a pleased growl filled the room, Derek snatching up a pillow and sliding it under his Mate to help prop him up and put him in the right position.

Then he dove in.

He wasted no time, no gentle licks or slow build up, not like last time. No, this was eating out in its more carnal form, broad flat tongue lapping at him, covering his hole in saliva, taking in every drop of slick that had escaped. Stiles let out a moan-tinged gasp, head tilting back, hole twitching as sparks of pleasure radiated all over him, originating from where Derek was licking him open.

The alpha held his cheeks, Stiles moving his hands behind his knees, thumbs pressing on either side of his hole and spreading it open. He pressed a sloppy open mouth kiss to it, sucked at it, moaning as more slick leaked out, eyes shuttering closed. Spearing his tongue, he slipped it inside, gladly lapping up whatever the younger man was giving to him.

Every exhale was a reedy moan, the sounds getting higher in pitch as fingers came into play, first one, then another, stretching him further, holding him open for the older man's tongue. His grip on his thighs was slipping, his skin becoming sweatier, his brain turning to mush and making him incapable of sending commands to his body to hold on. Derek took over, his fingers slipping out of him, hands sliding up his legs and holding them back. He let out a whine at the loss, hole gaping and clenching around nothing. But the whines were changed to gasps as open mouth kisses were pressed to his perineum, as one ball was sucked on, then the other, as a tongue traveled up his cock, following the prominent vein before it flicked repeatedly on the bundle of nerves just below the head.

"Oh fuck," Stiles breathed out, panting as he stared down at the alpha, watching as the tip of his tongue slipped in the slit of his dick. His hips jerked at the sensation, Derek grinning in response before sucking the head into his mouth, slowly lowering himself down and taking more of Stiles inside. "Oh fuck, shit, god!" he cried out, head slamming back against the pillow as he felt himself being enveloped in wet heat.

Derek bobbed his head up and down, sucking hard on the length, moaning like he was enjoying it as much as Stiles was. And who the hell knew? Maybe he really was getting off on it. Rumor had it alphas were pretty much designed to please omegas, just as much as omegas were designed to please alphas. And with Derek's earlier declarations of doing whatever Stiles wanted to do, maybe it was true.

But no matter the case, Stiles felt his orgasm building fast, that familiar tingle at the base of his spine becoming more intense, balls drawing up tight to his body. It was a few more bobs of the head, a few more hard sucks, and a flick of the tongue underneath the head that had him shooting into the alpha's mouth. His back arched off the bed as he cried out, the older man's name a praise and a curse rolling off his lips, one hand smacking the mattress as the other tangled in dark hair and pulled.

The alpha sucked at him until nothing else came out, pulling off to lap him clean until Stiles hissed with oversensitivity. The omega laid there like a worn-out sack of jello, his entire body tingling as he came down from his high, as he basked in the afterglow. He felt Derek kissing his way back up, felt him halfway lay on him with his nose nuzzling in the crook of his neck, and he wrapped a tired arm around him, patting his shoulder.

"I'mma return the favor," he promised, struggling to keep his eyes open. Until he felt a nip at the side of his neck and his eyes flew open, a gasp being pulled from him.

"Don't worry about it," Derek rumbled, nosing behind his ear, pressing his grin into his neck. "I just needed you to get off once so you'll be more relaxed."

The reminder of what was about to happen had Stiles tensing all over, nerves returning and twisting his stomach. Losing one's virginity was a big fucking deal. And yeah, he knew he was ready, that he wanted to lose it to Derek, that he was all for it happening right then and there, but it was still a nerve-wracking thing. Because it was sex, for the first time ever. Logistically he knew what was about to happen and what he was in for, but it was one thing to know in theory and another to know from actual experience.

Which he obviously didn't have.

Because virgin.

Derek lifted his head, cupping the younger man's cheek as he let out a soft "hey", meeting his eyes. "We don't have to do this," he assured him, thumb rubbing the apple of his cheek, causing flashes of their shared Dreams to come to Stiles' mind. "We can wait. I'll be just as happy to hold you all night."

A smile formed on Stiles' face at that, at how fucking cheesy his Mate was, as well as how supportive and understanding and...just perfect. He wasn't pressuring, wasn't forcing, wasn't ordering Stiles to get over it and just present already 'cause this was gonna happen whether he wanted it to or not. No, he was leaving it up to Stiles, giving him an out should he want it. No pressure, no orders, no nothing. Just Derek being... perfect.

Just Derek being Derek.

Fucking hell, Stiles might be falling for the guy. Seriously.

"I'm ready," he declared lowly, wrapping a hand around the back of his Mate's neck, staring him right in those fan-fucking-tastic green-gray-gold-everything eyes. "This needed to happen, like, a month ago." With that, he hauled the other man in closer and kissed him hard, practically smashing their lips together.

Derek breathed out a laugh at his enthusiasm, pulling back and slowing the kiss down, making it more effective, more passionate. He moved so he was between Stiles' spread legs once more, the omega bracketing him in, their lips moving together in mind-melting motions. His hands roamed a muscular back, feeling the dips and planes of it, the curve where it turned into his ass. A nice ass. A very nice ass that Stiles now got to feel whenever he wanted for the rest of his life.

Fuck yes.

His lips curved into a smile, back arching to press himself against his Mate more. His skin felt heated all over, red and flushed from arousal, the alpha's higher temp no longer burning him. It was a pleasant warmth that spread all over him, settled something inside him as well as sparked something else, igniting his arousal once more and building that fire back up.

He barely noticed when a finger slipped inside, then another, only really becoming aware of it when they began scissoring, stretching him. He pulled away from Derek's lips to gasp, their breath mingling between them as he panted. The alpha's hips were moving, his cock sliding along the divot of the younger man's hip, leaving a trail of precome from his motions. Stiles groaned at the sensation, at the knowledge that he was being scent-marked by it, that soon he'd be full of his alpha's come and his scent and everyone was gonna know who he belonged to.

And who Derek belonged to in return.

A third finger slipped inside and he cried out, the stretch a pleasurable burn, fingers thrusting in and out slowly to loosen him up. His prostate was thankfully ignored, the bundle still too sensitive, but his cock was twitching where it was laying limp on his lower abdomen. Arousal flooded him, rushing through his body with his blood, red hot lava being carried throughout every inch of him. He was trembling all over again, shaking from the inside out, and when a fourth finger joined the others, he felt like he was gonna burst open.

Derek cradled him close as his breathing became erratic, the fingers not moving, just resting inside him. Lips caressed every inch of his flesh that could be reached, keeping him in his skin, in the moment, in that bed with Derek and not flying off to outer space or wherever it felt like he might escape to.

His cock was half-hard again when Stiles nodded, swallowing hard as he met his Mate's eyes, licking his lips before speaking two words that held more weight than he thought possible. "I'm ready."

The fingers scissored and stretched him for another moment more before slipping out, Derek stroking his hard cock with them, mixing the omega's natural lubricant with the copious precome that had leaked from him. Stiles groaned at the sight, at the knowledge that his Mate's dick was covered in both their fluids, both their scents. He was hit with a huge urge to lean down and lap it up, lick him all over. He wanted the weight of it on his tongue and taste of them in his mouth, more than he'd wanted anything ever before.

Which was a thought that soon felt like a lie as the tip of Derek's cock pressed against his entrance, his hole twitching open to welcome him inside. He wanted that more than he'd wanted anything ever before.

He held his legs against his chest again, making it easier, then Derek pressed in until the head slipped inside, pausing there, and Stiles squeezed around the mushroom tip. He bit his lower lip at the sensation, at being penetrated by something other than fingers, wolf howling with the knowledge that he was now no longer technically a virgin. He had a cock inside him, granted it was only about an inch at most, but still. His Mate was inside him in a way that he refused to be a month ago, when it seemed like everything was keeping them apart.

When really, it was just themselves.

The alpha let out a shuddering breath, holding himself up on shaky arms. He shuffled until his legs were bent, tucked up on either side of the younger man, pushing further inside of him until his groin was pressed up against Stiles' ass. And he was fully inside.

Stiles laid there trembling, staring up at the older man in awe and vulnerability. The intrusion was weird, strange, indescribable really. It was so much different than fingers, filling him in a contrastive way, a more complete way. But fucking hell if it wasn't the most amazing thing Stiles had ever felt. His every nerve ending felt alight, sparking to life as Derek slowly pulled out to the head then slid back inside in smooth motions, the rhythm slow to let him acclimate to the sensations. He felt completely overwhelmed but totally at peace at the same time, mind oddly quiet but filled with a million half-formed thoughts simultaneously.

Derek hooked his legs in the crook of his elbows, leaning down and pressing them together, connecting their lips in a kiss they could barely keep going. Stiles felt dizzy-drunk on sensations, his every breath a half-pant, struggling between closing his eyes in pleasure and keeping them open to see the emotions play on his Mate's face.

Because Derek was beautiful like this, mouth hanging open, cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded as he looked down at the omega in awe and ecstasy. A hand cupped Stiles' cheek and he turned his head to kiss the older man's palm, to suck the flesh between his thumb and forefinger, teeth nipping at it. The groan Derek let out brought tingles up Stiles' spine, his cock fully hard and caught in the friction of their sweat-covered abdomens rubbing together with every thrust.

"So fucking perfect," the alpha breathed out, a swear following. "Oh god. Stiles."

He whined in response, his hips joining in the rhythm on instinct, rolling up to meet every inward thrust. The speed increased, Derek's hips snapping and jolting the omega, punching the breath out of him. Time slowed down and sped up, a few minutes or an hour later, the alpha biting his lip and muttering out a curse as he looked between their bodies.

"Knotting isn't gonna work in this position," he pointed out as he paused his motions, sitting up but still remaining inside, the younger man's legs falling on either side of him. "It's just gonna lead to a whole lotta cramps and sleeping limbs."

Stiles refused to think about how Derek would know that, convinced himself that it was just common sense that allowed him to figure it out. He squeezed his inner-muscles on a tease and as a distraction, the older man slapping his hand against the wall as he gasped and rolled his eyes to the back of his head, muttering out a few swears.

"Oh, fuck, don't do that," he rumbled, chest heaving as his hips rolled in a dirty grind on automatic before he stilled them once again. "I can't think when you do that."

"Good," Stiles replied with a smirk, squeezing again.

A small warning growl left the alpha before he pulled out, making the younger man whine, Derek slapping the side of his ass playfully. "C'mere, troublemaker," he murmured, taking hold of his hand and hauling him into a sitting position.

The omega let himself be moved, manhandled around until Derek was sitting with his back against the headboard with a lap full of Stiles. He had flashes of their first time fooling around together, of riding his Mate's fingers just like this, being amazed that an alpha would allow an omega to be on top like this.

His cheeks were spread apart and he wrapped his fingers around the older man's cock, stroking it, feeling how wet it was from his slick. He bit his lip at that, at the fact that he'd marked his Mate, before he lined him up and sank down, filling himself up. Groans escaped them both as he settled on his alpha's lap and he was glad they'd left the lights on, just like last time. He loved seeing the red flush on Derek's cheeks and the play of his dark lashes against his tan skin, the flash of scarlet in his irises and the teeth marks on his lower lip.

Draping his arms over broad shoulders, Stiles lifted himself in instinctual motions, riding the older man's cock much as he had his fingers, mouth hanging open in pleasure. Derek seemed to be in a similar state, his own lips parted as he let out shaky breaths and gasps. His hands tried in vain to grab at the omega's lower back, not finding any purchase, and Stiles could feel the pinprick of claws against his skin, making him shudder.

"Mark me," he requested in a whisper, rubbing his nose against the tip of the other man's, letting his own claws extended and fangs descend. The alpha whimpered and he said it again, accompanying it with a nip to his lower lip with his fangs.

"Shit!" Derek cried out, hips bucking up and making Stiles keen.

"Oh fuck, do that again," he keened, head falling back in pleasure.

"Next time," he promised, pressing claws between his shoulder blades. "Next time I'm gonna pound into you so hard, you won't be able to sit or walk right for a week."

"Promise?" Stiles questioned, raising his head back to look the other man in the eye, riding the roll of his Mate's gently bucking hips.

"Swear it." He cupped the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, lips moving against each other filthily.

Stiles slipped his tongue inside the other man's mouth, groaning as it ran along the edge of fangs, a spark of danger sizzling up his spine. Control was slowly being lost, the animal winning out over the human half, adding an element of risk to the whole thing. Because it would be so easy for those claws to tear in a little too deep, those fangs to bite down a little too hard, for either one of them to wind up in the hospital because they'd gotten carried away in the heat of the moment.

But it wasn't gonna happen. Because Stiles trusted Derek with his life, knew the alpha would never hurt him. And that trust went both ways, Derek knowing Stiles would never harm him.

They pulled away with a gasp, foreheads leaning together, hips rolling together in a dirty grind. Eyes remained locked on one another, the older man's brow pulled in a pleasure-filled way, mouthing another swear.

"I might be in love with you," he confessed, Stiles nodding vehemently in return, squeezing his Mate's cock as he sank down onto it and making him swear loudly. "I'm definitely in love with you," Derek corrected, a hand pressed between the omega's shoulder blades, one on his lower back. "Oh fuck, I'm so stupidly in love with your crazy, spastic ass."

Stiles didn't have it in him to be offended, hand reaching out to brace himself against the wall. "I love you, too, you broody alpha asshole."

A groan-tinged whine left the alpha as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his lids lowered, head tilting back. Stiles took advantage of the newly exposed skin and ran his lips along it, whiskers prickling them and creating a pleasurable-painful buzzing. He nipped at his adam's apple, sucked the hollow of his throat, moaned in his ear about how good Derek felt, how well he filled him up, what an incredible job his alpha was doing at pleasing him. Arms wrapped tightly around him, the cock inside twitching and pulsing, and on his next push down, he felt something bigger pressing against his rim, taking more effort to fully get him inside.

He reached behind himself, feeling the base of his Mate's cock, the way it pulsed as he gripped it, how it expanded beneath his fingers. Derek's knot.

Oh. Shit.

The nerves came back once more, making him tremble. Knots tended to be the size of an alpha's fist and Derek didn't exactly have small hands. He already felt so full, so stuffed, and he had no idea how he was supposed to fit more inside him, body feeling stretched to the limit as it was.

Derek lifted his head, rubbing their noses together. "Relax," he murmured, hands sliding down to cup his ass, massaging the cheeks. "I won't hurt you, I promise. Just bear down on it, okay, baby?"

The younger man nodded, swallowing hard, believing and trusting in his Mate. After all, Stiles was pretty much created for Derek, his omega nature designed so that he could handle an alpha's knot. Millions of omegas had done it before him and millions would do it after. He was making a big deal out of nothing.

Letting out a long breath, he did as was suggested, relaxing his body all over. On the next descent, he bore down, whining at the slightly painful stretch of his rim before the knot popped inside him. He let out a gasp at the sensation, feeling it expand even more, locking Derek inside him.

"Oh my god," he breathed out, shaking all over. He squeezed around it, feeling the girth of it fully, the alpha gasping and moaning as he was hugged tightly. "Oh my god."

"Fucking shit, you're incredible," Derek moaned, hands rubbing up and down his Mate's sides. "You feel so good around me, baby."

He whimpered at the praise, wolf preening in his head, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "Feel good in me," he replied, gasping as his hips were gripped and Derek moved him in rocking motions. The action caused the knot to grind against his prostate and he felt his eyes roll back, sparks of pleasure bursting all over. Fucking eh, he'd been nervous over this? Totally fucking stupid.

Also, totally fucking stupid that they'd put this off for a month, that they didn't do this back when Stiles was in Oak Creek.

Okay, so they had their reasons for not doing it, and they still made sense in that moment. And yeah, it was totally worth the wait to experience such an intense pleasure and feel so close to his Mate both physically and emotionally, but still. They could've totally been doing this for a month. But no. They were both dumb.

Whatever. At least it was happening now.

And what was happening at that moment was Stiles' orgasm building up once more, spine tingling.

He rocked his hips more, angling himself so the knot was pressing right up against his prostate and that every grind rubbed against that bundle of nerves. He cupped the back of his Mate's neck, wary of his claws, the sharp nails of his other hand digging into his shoulder. Their foreheads pressed together, breath mingling between their parted lips, as they worked themselves and each other higher and higher and closer and closer.

"So close," Stiles murmured, swears rolling off his lips.

Derek nodded, licking his lips, eyes angled down between their bodies. "Touch yourself," he suggested, the omega's hand practically flying down to wrap around his cock, jerking himself in fast strokes. "So fucking hot."

He let out a whine-tinged laugh, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. One of the older man's hands wrapped around the one on his cock, helping stroke himself and he had to stop himself from thrusting into the tight grip before he hurt them both on the knot still inside him.

"C'mon, baby. Come for me," Derek murmured, nuzzling at his nose, fingers threading through his hair at the back of his head. "Paint me with it. Mark me up so everyone knows that I'm taken and that I'm yours."

Stiles swore loudly, crying out his Mate's name as he came so hard he saw stars swirling in his vision. His entire body trembled as his shaking hand lost its grip around his cock, Derek stroking him and squeezing out every drop of come from him. His every breath felt like it was punched out of him as he stared wide-eyed at his Mate, vaguely aware that he'd scratched his claws along his shoulder blades and cut the alpha with them.

But Derek didn't seem to notice or care, staring right back at Stiles, mouth parted in painful pleasure, brow creased. The omega squeezed around him, massaging his knot, trying so fucking hard to get him to experience the pleasure he'd just felt himself.

"Stiles," he whined out, pleading as he pulled his head closer, arm wrapping around his waist.

"Fill me," the omega requested, cupping his Mate's face with both hands, getting come on one of his cheeks. "Fill me, fill me, fill me."

Derek choked out a few breaths before tensing all over, eyes going wide, arm tightening around him and hand pulling at his hair and making his Mate groan. Stiles felt his cock and knot pulsing inside him, hot liquid gushing against his walls in a way that had him moaning, head falling onto his broad shoulder. Fuck, it was the hottest thing he'd ever felt—and not just literally. Knowing he'd gotten his Mate off, that his Mate was spilling inside him, marking him in that most carnal way. His scent would be all over Stiles, inside Stiles, no scent-neutralizing soap able to wash it away.

Stiles had been claimed. He'd been marked. He was Derek's in every way possible.

He felt something inside him fall into place, puzzle pieces clicking together to form the bigger picture, a key sliding into a lock. His wolf was settled, calm, at peace with everything, and he knew what was going on without needing to be told. The Bond had been completed, the two of them connected in a way they never could be with anyone else, both of them—and their wolves—acknowledging their relationship as True Mates and forming a union that could only be broken by death.

Turning his head to the side, he caught sight of the faded Claiming Bite on Derek's tan skin, noting how low it was, barely above where his neck met shoulder. He rubbed his nose along the smooth flesh above it, grin forming on his face as he kissed and licked it, tasting the salt of his sweat and the musk of his alpha, Derek at its most pure.

"This is where my Bite will go," he murmured before sinking blunt teeth into the spot.

Derek damn near howled as more come pulsed out of him, Stiles' grin growing.