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Stiles paced around the living room. He had been switching between sitting on the loveseat by the fireplace with his leg shaking uncontrollably and almost biting his nails down to the quick and pacing for a while now. Basically, ever since Derek had sent him the text letting him know he was on his way home from the airport. He had arranged and rearranged the candles laid around their bedroom about a dozen times before deciding to wait in the foyer.
It had been a long two weeks for Stiles, and Derek had to deal with a pack in need of assistance right after they had celebrated New Year's. He had promised to return on their anniversary, which was tonight, and it was already almost midnight. Stiles wouldn’t hold it against Derek if he didn’t get back by midnight, but it was the Wolf Moon, and Stiles really missed Derek. Wolves were always a little clingier during this time of the lunar cycle.
After what felt like hours, Stiles finally heard the lock of the front door disengage, and Derek step into the house.
“Fucking finally,” Stiles said, barely giving Derek enough time to drop his duffel bag inside the door before jumping into his arms. Derek caught him and lifted him effortlessly, and closed the door behind him using his foot before pressing Stiles against the wall. Stiles wrapped his legs around Derek’s waist and just let himself be manhandled.
“Hi,” Derek whispered, staring into Stiles’ eyes.
“You’re late,” Stiles said, not shrinking away from Derek’s gaze.
“Sorry, a cat got stuck in a tree.”
“Shut up and kiss me, Sour Wolf,” Stiles crashed his mouth to Derek’s. The kiss was needy and hot. Stiles was too impatient to be gentle, and Derek knew it. The wolf moved one of his hands from where they were groping Stiles’s ass to his neck and lightly pulled the hairs there so that his head tilted back, giving him access to Stiles’s neck. Derek began to nuzzle and lick every inch of Stiles’ throat, eating up the small whimpers he was eliciting from the younger man.
A low growl rumbled in his chest as Stiles began to rub up against Derek. Stiles’s breath caught in his throat as the rough stubble scratching at his neck was replaced with the gentle hint of fang scraping at his skin. A full-body shiver ran through him as Derek’s hand moved from the back of his neck to his cheek, his thumb pressed against his mouth, and Stiles took it in willingly, swirling his tongue around and tasting as much of Derek’s skin as he would give him. The growl was louder now, and Stiles knew Derek’s eyes were blazing as his control began to slip.
Derek pulled back, forcing Stiles to drop his legs and stand on his own. Stiles had been right about Derek losing control; his eyes were blown out, but a thin ring of deep red shone brightly. His fangs still peeked out from his lips as Derek watched Stiles suck on his thumb. Without warning, Derek used his claws from the hand that Stiles wasn’t working on to tear his lover’s shirt clean off.
The alpha’s gaze drank the gleaming pale skin in front of him down, took his finger out of Stiles’ mouth, and began to trace the red flush that was blooming over his skin with both hands. Stiles was breathing heavily, and he felt drunk on the way Derek was touching him. Derek loved Stiles’s body, slim yet firm, pale skin that made his claims visible for weeks on end. And his eyes, Derek drowned in those eyes, they were warmth, safety, home.
The red eyes snapped back to the honey-colored ones.
“Mine,” Derek stated, voice more wolf than man.
“Yours,” Stiles replied, his words were lighter as he felt so out of breath from the attention he was getting. Derek dove back in to kiss Stiles. After a few heated moments of them just making out in their entryway, Stiles finally broke the kiss.
“Bedroom,” he ordered. Derek chuckled and grabbed Stiles’ hand and pulled him down the hallway to their room. Once inside, Derek pushed Stiles back until he was sitting on the edge of the bed and put himself in between his legs. Stiles gazed up at Derek, whose eyes never left Stiles’s face or body. The candlelight cast a warm glow over Stiles’s exposed skin, making him look even more beautiful to Derek. Stiles’s hands ran up and down Derek’s still leather-clad arms, waiting for him to make a move. Derek threw the jacket off, making sure it didn’t land near any of the candles, then tore his shirt off and did the same.
No matter how many times Stiles saw it, he would always be awestruck by Derek’s body. Perfectly tan skin stretched out over ridiculous muscles, a light covering of hair on his chest that was thick on his arms and hands. The eight-pack was one of Stiles’ favorite parts of Derek to lick.
Derek watched as Stiles admired him, the wolf inside him preening proudly at the fact that their mate loved looking at them. The two made eye contact as Derek gently pushed Stiles back onto the bed, covering his human’s body with his own. Bracing himself on his elbows beside Stiles’ head, the wolf gazed down at the man below him. Raw love poured from him, unspoken as he leaned down to lick and nuzzle at the mating bite at the junction between Stiles’ neck and shoulder. Stiles bared his neck for his Alpha, giving him easier access to his skin
“I love you so much,” Derek said, voice muffled by the pale flesh between his lips. The wolf moved one hand to caress down Stiles’ chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake as it trailed down to dip his fingers into the spark’s waistband. Derek unsheathed his claws and shredded Stiles’ pants and underwear in one slow drag as Stiles moaned.
“I love you too,” Stiles managed to breathe out, his brain on overload between one of Derek’s hands now caressing his hair, the other slowly stroking his rock-hard cock, and his mouth worshipping his neck. Derek began to kiss and lick his way down Stiles’ body, latching onto one nipple and tugging slightly at the nub with his teeth, listening to the way his man moaned in pleasure, arching under his manipulations and overwhelmed by arousal.
The Alpha continued his journey down his mate’s body, licking over the slight abs and over his V-line. Derek pulled Stiles’ shredded pants down and off his mate’s body and replaced the hand on his mate’s cock with his mouth, engulfing the length in one swallow. Stiles shouted in surprise and ecstasy, his hands shooting to grip Derek’s short dark hair. His fingers dug into the wolf’s scalp as they pulled at his hair, leading his lover up and down on his shaft.
“Fuck, Derek... Just like that… Yes,” Stiles managed to moan out while Derek masterfully worked his cock over with his mouth, tongue swirling around the head as he sucked. The wolf released his mate’s dick and moved down to savor his balls, taking them into his mouth and rolling them around on his tongue. The spark’s chest was heaving, and Derek could hear how fast his heartbeat was drumming.
Derek moved his hands from on top of Stiles’ thighs to under his knees, lifting them up so Stiles was folded in half in front of him. The wolf nosed under his mate’s balls and spread his cheeks to expose his hole. Derek loved to worship Stiles’ hole, loved to make his mate come using just his tongue and fingers, then doing it again with his cock. Stiles’ scent filled his nose, clean, warm, inviting. His. The wolf dove in, ferociously going down at the puckered entrance. The spark above him was going wild. He loved it when Derek did this, knew exactly how to work his tongue on him to get him right over the edge, his beard adding just the right amount of roughness to his skin.
Stiles reached for his cock to try to relieve some of the pressure that he felt building. Derek, fast as lightning, gripped his wrist and guided it back to his hair. The move made Stiles moan even louder, his legs shaking from the pleasure being wrought upon him. Soon, the wolf added a finger to the assault on his hole, making him moan and writhe even more.
“Derek… Please…,”
“Tell me what you want, baby,” Derek growled out, chin slick and shiny with saliva as he continued to work his fingers at Stiles’ hole. His eyes were red again as they met his mate’s.
“F-Fuck me, please, Derek. I need you so bad,” Stiles whimpered. Derek growled in approval as he plunged 3 fingers into Stiles’ hole, making him shout and instinctively push back onto the invading digits. The wolf watched as his mate came apart on his fingers, moaning, writhing, hands and legs flailing around. After what felt like ages for Stiles, who was right on the edge of coming if Derek just breathed on his dick, the Alpha pulled his fingers out and stood up. Derek made quick work of his jeans and underwear, shoving both down in one push. His massive cock shot out from their confinement, covered in the pre that he had been leaking into his boxers.
Derek stepped in between Stiles’ open legs, lined himself up, and pushed just the tip in. The human screamed at the intrusion, babbling and begging for more. The wolf held his cock in one hand as he pushed in and the other on one of Stiles’ legs, holding it so he would be open enough for him. Derek went slow, torturously slow as he entered his mate, not wanting to cause any more pain than his dick would cause anyway. The spark’s face was contorted with concentration as he took deep breaths to try to relax his wet hole. Sweat appeared on his forehead and down his body.
Once Derek was fully sheathed inside Stiles, he leaned back over his mate, careful not to move too much before he was ready. The Alpha moved the spark’s legs, so they were wrapped around his waist.
“Are you ok, baby?” Derek whispered into Stiles’ ear. Stiles nodded his signal for Derek to start moving. No matter how many times Stiles was like this, on his back or in any position, taking Derek’s dick initially took some adjusting. So, the wolf began to rock his hips back and forth, slow, barely moving in and out of his mate’s warmth. The spark wrapped his arms around Derek’s neck and forced the Alpha to look into his eyes. The honey hued iris’s that Derek loved so much were completely enveloped in black with arousal, and the wolf knew his own eyes had not stopped glowing since entering Stiles.
“Fuck me, Alpha,” Stiles demanded. Derek obeyed, pulling all the way out until only the head of his cock remained inside his mate, then slammed back inside. The spark screamed in surprise and pleasure.
Derek was reduced to grunts and growls as he ravaged his mate. Stiles was incoherent, babbling obscenities and encouragement in between moans. The spark soon felt that pressure building inside him, screaming for the wolf to make him come, that he was so close, how much he wanted to come on just his Alpha’s cock. These words made the Alpha pound into him even harder. Stiles dug his nails down Derek’s back and screamed his Alpha’s name as his orgasm rocked through him, coating his and Derek’s chest with his release. The wolf was not far behind. He let out a tremendous, window-rattling, earth-shattering roar as he plunged himself deep inside his mate and came, two weeks’ worth of build-up flooded his lover’s insides.
“Fucking, hell. I love reunion sex,” Stiles heaved out, flushed and breathing heavy. Derek didn’t respond, returning to nuzzling into his mate. The wolf picked up the spark, still fully sheathed inside him, and moved them so they were fully on the bed. “That was awesome, big guy.”
Derek’s growl turned into a low rumble in his chest as he turned them on their sides and pulled Stiles close, wrapping a big arm around his mate and his face into the spark’s neck. The spark waved a hand and all the candles extinguished at once, leaving the only light in the room the full moon shining down on them through the window as the two fell asleep.