They had known one another for many years, they had a couple years of no contact at all and now they were not just boyfriends. They moved fast, probably to many it was too fast but Derek didn't care. They would do it their way. Obviously a lot was going through Stiles' mind if that small smile was anything to go by, and not for the first time, the werewolf was glad he couldn't read minds, especially that mind.

Arching his eyebrows, he honestly doubted Stiles would even know the basics in a week. Deaton might be willing to teach but that didn't mean the man would be easier to understand. With magic there came herbs and spells and rituals, there might not even be basics, since it was all connected. Sure, there was no McCall pack anymore for Deaton to guide but the man had his own work too. Though the eyebrows were more because of the whole 'my choice' thing. Derek hadn't said anything. He had offered for Stiles to remain in San Francisco and for them to work it out somehow and the human hadn't been interested in that so he knew it wasn't his fault. If Stiles wanted to come back to Beacon Hills, he wasn't going to object to that.

"If a headache counts as part of a hangover, then yes." It was curious his body hadn't healed it, but it wasn't an injury, it was a left over from the magic. And he didn't feel like breaking his arm to trigger the healing to get rid of a simple headache, it would fade on its own. Cutting into the French toast, Derek pointedly took a bite to show he was eating. "Usually I don't have them." But then, usually if somebody carved into his skin, it wouldn't turn into a scar either.

Stiles noticed the 'eyebrow dance', of course and waited for Derek to object in any way against his choice. He was ready to stare the alpha down, but in the end, nothing came just acceptance, so Stiles dully aching muscles relaxed and he smiled to himself behind the last of his toast before he stuffed it all in his mouth and munched on it happier, his appetite coming back unnoticeable to him as he next ate more eggs and continued his half-eaten bacon too. He stopped himself from uttering a 'good boy' comment from seeing Derek finally starting to eat too.

He could also sense Derek's doubting feelings through the mate bond, but it didn't make him feel sad or hurt, it only strengthened his resolve. He knew the basics of magic. Not just the practical but the theoretical part too. He knew it was much more complicated than spells and tricks. But Derek didn't know that about Stiles. He only mentioned dabbling in it, but his witch friend made sure that he would have a solid base onto which Stiles could build with time. Of course, his Spark and the emissary thing are going to probably entail many different things as they were different in nature from a witch's magic which this friend knew. Stiles was determined, though. He was going to do his best to make Derek and himself proud. Even if it is going to come with pain, blood, sweat and tears.

"Happy to give you things no other can," Stiles chuckled, his eyes glimpsing down at the scarred rune on the muscular forearm for a second, also thinking of their new bonds. "I'm special to you in more ways than one, admit it," he teased, feeling a bit more like himself as the food started to work in his system. He even slid a naked leg over under the table to brush it against Derek's a few times then he just left it there to let them touch, the little extra connection making him feel more at ease too.

"You're very special," Derek agreed with an easy snark, their bickering familiar territory which he fell into with a comfortable grin. Of course it wasn't the way Stiles meant it but he wasn't that open with his feelings all the time. Everything they did was special to him, from kissing to quietly sitting in the car to exploring their bodies. A jolt ran into his body at their naked skin touching, feeling the body hair brush against his but it was more a lazy kind of rush of arousal, the acknowledgement of them touching. Usually it was the universal sign for the beginning of flirting but Stiles looked ready to fall over so the human wasn't going to tempt him.

Stiles only grinned from Derek’s reply then he looked more serious. "Back to the Beth topic... Are you okay with me being in her life so soon? I mean... our situation is obviously complicated, but I love her being around, even with the cock-blocking moments," he grinned, remembering a few times that happened while he was back in town. Then his expression got more serious. "I also respect your relationship with her. I don't want to barge in. I obviously don't have much experience in raising kids and I know you have established boundaries for her, so... I guess I just want you to know that I'll try not to overstep, but I'd also like to be there for her. To be someone who's a constant presence in her life, whom she can trust and turn to, if she needs that. It's a huge change for all three of us and probably too soon as well, but I know you are the 'authority' figure in her life, her real dad, so just... let me know if I shouldn't do or say something. I won't take it on me as I'm going into this practically blind and have to learn this too."

Sipping coffee, Derek listened and sighed because it was too late to take back if it was too soon to be in Beth's life. The child wouldn't understand it if they'd undo it, it wouldn't be for her sake anymore, it would be to do the right thing as society viewed it. The whole Lydia situation was already complicated so he wanted to give her some stability with the others in her life.

"She smelled that our scents have mingled, so to her you're pack. It's instinct which I can't change, even if I wanted to." With Noah it had been different, the sheriff took them in when Derek was unable to care for her properly, stepped up and helped out and that made him family to her.

"I don't know what I'm doing either. She was a baby when we were taken to Hell. I protected her but she grew up anyways and those years I focused on shielding her, not raising her." He went with it, learning as the days passed, not even knowing when she was old enough to go to school. Probably next year or so. Melissa and Noah had been his main source in helping him know what to do and the rest? Well, maybe he was a natural with kids, despite everything. "I know how to raise her as pack, but we Hales always stuck to ourselves so human help would be good." The Hale family hadn't been part of society much, it was why the house had been in the preserve, away from others. A big family of werewolves and humans was better off away from curious eyes, away from hunter eyes.

"You'll need earplugs though. For her banshee screams." They didn't ruin human hearing but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Hearing Derek's thoughts on the matter eased some tension in Stiles’ chest and he felt relieved. Both from finally talking about this important topic too, and from the wolf accepting his involvement – even needing his human perspective.

"I can totally help you with adding the human side of things into her raising, plus my dad and Melissa will be around too at times, I believe," he nodded with a smile, drinking some of his by then lukewarm coffee. But he didn't mind. It was a good way to wash down the food he had managed to consume in the end.

Stiles thought it was going to be an interesting experience for him too. Watching the little girl growing up as he lives with two werewolves. Maybe one day it might be a bit similar to the pack environment too in which Derek had lived before the fire. Stability, safety in numbers and protected. For real this time, because they'll have a 'live-in' emissary with powerful magic and wards. Stiles will make sure that his top priority will be learning (and maybe with time coming up with his own) protective wards and spells because their safety will be the most important in his life. He was already itching to go to Deaton to learn and research everything he is going to be able to put his hands on.

"I don't mind the earplugs. Or maybe I'll be able to use my magic for that purpose on me," he chuckled. "She'll also learn with time how to control it the best she can. I'm sure about it. I'll totz look into banshee lore deeper," he promised and drank the rest of his coffee before placing the Assassin's Creed mug back on the table, staring at the Eye of Horus under the franchise's logo. "And Derek..." he glimpsed up into his eyes with a warm smile. "Thank you. I appreciate. I know how important she is to you."

It was one of the many reasons it wasn't so unusual to have human pack members, they brought their own to the pack and sometimes the werewolf gene simply skipped a generation. It was hard to say if it would be human or werewolf until birth, but the werewolf gene was the dominant one. Humans from outside were harder to introduce into a pack, they didn't understand, it would often cause problems. But Derek had to start over anyways with a pack, which meant it would be easier for Stiles to get used to the behavior which came with it. The pack was no doubt going to be mostly bitten werewolves and those would act differently anyways. His thoughts unknowingly equaled those of the human.

"We should look into the Hale vaults, see if there's books there we can use. I've gone through most of the items in there since I came back to Beacon Hills after Laura had passed, but not all of the books." Derek knew a lot about the supernatural through the books, could see more than bitten werewolves could because he was trained but Banshee lore hadn't been a priority. He had known more than enough to deal with Lydia, however somebody as young as Elizabeth was different. Usually Banshees weren't werewolves, they were immune to the bite.

After the eggs and a donut and some bacon, he was full so he started to gather the leftovers to take with them in case Stiles needed energy on their way home, pausing when Stiles gave him a serious thank you. "She is. So are you." He put the donuts and toasts in a plastic bag and threw the rest in the bin which he told himself he had to empty later so the younger man wouldn't return to an apartment stinking like rotting food.

"Alright, daddy wolf," he suddenly grinned, knowing that Derek wasn't that used to being thanked for his trust (or just in general). "Breakfast was divine and literally a life-saver. The talk was nice too, but we have a long trip and a lot of things ahead of us. I'm gonna help you clean up here then we go take a shower together and no, before your mind goes into the gutter, not to sex you up, but because I don't want to fall flat on my face and get a concussion or worse. You are also permitted to wash my back and kiss me," he joked, but behind that it was a way from Stiles to admit that he might need some help under the water.

There was a half-insulted look thrown to the babbling man when he first invited Derek for a shower and then accused him of only having one thing on the mind. "You look half-dead, keeping it from going to sex is going to be near impossible now." Sarcasm laced his tone.

Of course he'd help, if Stiles went as far as jokingly asked for shower company, then the chance of him slipping in the shower wasn't as far-fetched. And he wasn't going to sit in a car for over three hours with a smelly companion. "I don't know about kissing you, it might overwhelm you," he lightly teased, taking the plates to the sink, not allowing Stiles to do anything.

Stiles took the non-verbal hint and just sat there for a minute longer to watch his man packing in the moderate kitchen. He loved the sight and he was also beaming, too happy about hearing from Derek that he was important to him too than to work himself up on what followed afterwards. He still had a lovesick lopsided grin on his face when he eventually answered.

"Oh, didn't know corpses turn you on. Then it's not clear from last night if you wanted to fuck me or save me. I believe I looked more than half-dead back then," he shot back with a soft chuckle. "But I'll take that risk of getting overwhelmed by that kiss," he teased right back then sighed and pulled himself together a bit, starting to slowly get up from his chair.

"It was hard to hold back last night." Big words for a man barely remembering what he had said, let alone done but from the looks and sounds of it, they hadn't done anything but fall asleep in exhaustion. Not much of a high for the wolf, not that he was looking forward to being drugged out of his mind, not as intense as it had been at least. He did remember how Stiles had looked in his arms though when he opened the door. More dead than alive, not exactly a look to get the Hale interested.

"Seriously... I feel like an old man," Stiles huffed more to himself from the way his joints and muscles still tried to protest once he was standing. Briefly he wondered if Derek felt similarly after coming back from Hell, but he didn't want to bring that up right now. He needed that hot shower and soon.

"It's a good idea checking the vault's books," Stiles' mind circled back to Derek's previous comment. His mind usually could think about things in parallel and for many it often got confusing how Stiles tended to switch between topics within the same sentence too. But he had noticed that Derek could follow him most of the time and he also got used to it during the years. "I remember briefly seeing some books there... among quite a few bizarre things while we hid there with Scott, Kira and Malia during the virus infection at school. Never got the chance to really look around, though..." he mused, already excited about the possibility of doing so and learning more about the Hale family's secrets. For someone so thirsty for knowledge like Stiles, such a place was like a treasure chamber.

"Hopefully we'll find something useful about banshees and other creatures too. Just to be prepared. I'll also have to dive into pack lore and dynamics and all... But I'm sure Deaton has books on that too. But I'd like to become acquainted with your family's history too now that I'm more pack than ever before..." he shot a hopeful look at Derek. As their pack emissary, he would have to know virtually everything about the Hales to know how to prepare and avoid nasty surprises in the future. Of course it all depended on how much Derek was willing to share with him. (Well... the rest Stiles was going to trick out of him one way or another, because this was going to be about the pack's safety too. After all, neither of them wanted some kind of a repeat of the fire.)

Derek washed the plates and Stiles chatted on, which made him smile to himself, his back was turned to the human. There was something familiar about the way Stiles would talk endlessly, accepting Derek's short sentences and silences easily without a problem, instead reading his body language and facial expressions. He remembered that time though. He had been at the hospital with Satomi and Braeden at the time. "There's more than one vault." He casually informed the human just as he was shuffling his way back to the bedroom to get to the bathroom.

There was no real answer to the family history, there was some info in the vault but not much since most of the papers had been at the house when it burned down. Though he suspected there was some information out there because Peter had known more than usual, enough to give a detailed history report about the Hales to Meredith, unknowingly. But still, that was something he must have read. It was important, the history, he knew that, he hadn't been that ready to get into it, to acknowledge the names of the ones lost to the fire. But now, with Elizabeth, she should know some day what her family had been like. So they should get into it in the near future, get things written down again.

Winking at Derek, the human turned around and carefully headed for the door, leaving behind his previously hastily put on boxers on the floor when he was half-way out of the kitchen. It was high time for that shower, so he headed there right away, ignoring the limited energy in his physical body. One step at a time, right?

And he was right. When he finally got there, the hot spray on his back felt wonderful to his sore muscles!

***

The werewolf followed after Stiles not long after, taking his bag to dump it on the bed before he got rid of the underwear. Of course the spaz was already under the warm stream and there wasn't much room for the muscular 6' body.

"Keeping my hands to myself is going to be impossible in your shower box." Still, he stepped into the stall while Stiles took up most of the spray. "I made a bigger shower in the loft." Good thinking in hindsight.

Another vault? Stiles’ mind was still reeling around this casually dropped information while under the shower because he found that very intriguing and he kept trying to guess where it was and what relics of the past could they contain, but he was distracted by a very naked Derek Hale somehow managing to get behind him. It was a tight fit indeed, but he didn't mind the closeness of the wider and warmer body at all.

"Wise choice. You're too muscular for my shower," he grinned, flipping water from his hair into Derek's face before he turned to face him, steadying himself with taking hold of a said rope of muscles on the other man's arm, his other hand reaching up to slick his own hair back, a playful little smile playing on his lips as he reached for the shower gel and handed it to Derek. "So I suggest you don't keep your hands to yourself then. You can start with my back, please," Stiles stole a soft peck before turning his tattooed back to Derek again, enjoying the warm water and the accumulating steam.

There really wasn't much room to do anything... serious in there, plus he wasn't in the state yet either, but some caresses and maybe a bit of a massage from his mate would definitely feel good. Not that he could tell exactly how Derek would react. Maybe he would simply ignore his request, which was fine too, although Stiles had to realize that he longed physical contact (and not just from the dirty kind) with the wolf more too. Now he could pinpoint that feeling easier. It was probably another effect of the bonds. Or more like the mate bond.

If he closed his eyes and concentrated, he could kinda feel and see the different threads coming out of them, connecting their souls and bodies in their chest area. Both set had a different color in his mind. The emissary bond's was a darker orange, nearly red; while the mate bond's the vibrant and bright gold. As he mentally traced his current need to be touched and petted to calm the subconscious (and very much physical) strain which was put on him more and more during his struggle, he could single out that golden strand. He knew from that that this need was amplified by the closeness of his mate – so in conclusion, it was mate bond related.

That was new, too muscular for the shower. Maybe Derek shouldn't gain the lost weight back or they would never fit in this coffin of a shower. But there was something to be said about being pressed together like this. Stiles couldn't slip and fall and it was warm for the younger man. An amused grin curled Derek’s lips when he was handed the shower gel with the prompt to wash the back. He loved the cocky bossiness even though he wouldn't say it out loud. He didn't need to, Stiles knew, that intelligent hyperactive brain had picked up on it with too much ease.

Warming the gel in his hands, he started at the shoulders, knowing the moment he'd touch the ink covering that pale back, the magic would flare up again. His thumbs rubbed gentle circles along the moles before his fingers pressed deeper to warm the muscles from the inside out. It was the best way to get the ache and strain to be released since they were acting like they would from a too intense work out.

"You've grown muscles of your own too, you know." Stiles wasn't the young skinny teenager anymore, he had grown up and hardened, muscles more defined even though they had been there when he had been seventeen as well. Skilled hands worked their way down, ignoring the tattoo even though the tendrils of ember enticed him to touch. He wasn't going to start something they weren't up for at the moment.

It was true, Stiles did manage to pack some muscles on himself during his training and the regular work outs he's been doing. Lacrosse was a good foundation to build on. But he was never going to be able to look 'too buff' because of his lean built and muscles. His body was more of an athlete's than a body builder's. Not that he minded, he had accepted such things a long time ago and was fine with his body. Apparently Derek was very fine with it too...

Derek could sense the pain under his fingertips, nearly thrumming for him to pull it out and why not. He was healed, he had slept, the magic bond was settled so he could take it easily. The black of the pain moved along his fingers into his arm and dissolved into his body, warming Stiles as much as the massage did with the muscles.

The skin had so many moles that he could play connect the dots there to probably make for an intricate drawing befitting of who Stiles was. He had read that humans would still develop new moles as the years passed so there were going to be more added on. "I want to draw on you."

Stiles closed his eyes with a small smile the second he felt Derek's fingers on his shoulders, the careful washing and massaging making him moan satisfied a couple of times. He had noticed how the big hands avoided his back tattoo and understood why. He wouldn't be ready now for one of those mind-blowing and magic-laced matings they had before. He loved how this more mature Derek was so considerate with him.

As his muscles started to warm up and relax, he felt the by then familiar sensation of a werewolf pulling his pain away, making him sigh with relief. He had a high pain tolerance – which was probably why Stiles lasted as long as last night with his uncontrolled magic – and never asked or liked when Scott or someone else used this wolf trick on him, but now it felt nice to get a little break. It was even nicer how he could focus better on Derek like this.

His comment made Stiles smile with closed eyes. He had a hunch that Derek was kinda fascinated with his moles, which he found cute and kinda hot. "You can. Any time you want. I've got them from my mom," he whispered. This way a part of her was always with Stiles.

He pressed a forearm against the tiled wall of the shower to lean on it a bit and expose more of his back to Derek. Despite his tiredness, his body seemed to have a mind of its own, because Stiles realized he was half-hard just from the closeness and touches of his mate. Not that he minded it, he was often half-hard around Derek. He even kinda enjoyed the lazily unfurling and shimmering lust in his belly, looking forward for those hands to reach around him and start washing his front too, but knew his man wasn't done with his backside yet.

"Keep touching me, Derek. It feels so good," he added softly, lost in the spell he slipped under. It wasn't his. It happened purely because of one gorgeous and caring Hale behind him, making not just body but his heart and soul warm up too.

The body was always amazing in its own way. He didn't really care what kind of a body type his partners had. Though if he was honest, there was a slight fascination with the softer bodies, the way fat would pack on and make everything look rounder and softer. But in the end, he didn't care what Stiles looked like as long as he was healthy. Derek took care of his own body not because he wanted to look like a sculpted Greek god, as so many referred him as, but because the leaner he was, the stronger. He worked out to be a good fighter, primed his body to be in excellent shape and always prepared. Not because he wanted to look good.

Stiles did look good like this though, and his ass was rounder too, fuller. Derek was definitely an ass man, so with the way those firm globes were presented, he took the opportunity to massage the glutes and run his fingers along the cleft to let water and soap trickle the skin. It was a slow exploration as well as cleaning, and he didn't let his fingers push in, despite the arousal he could scent on his mate. If they would take care of the erections each time they had one, they'd never get anything done. They seemed to be hypersensitive around each other, their bodies reacting as if it wasn't half-dead like it was in the human's case.

So he kept up the gentle massages, the smooth caresses, running his hands to the front after adding some more shower gel to his palm. Along the slight beginning of the pronounced abs, the pectorals and nipples, down towards where, not surprising, the cock had filled out more. It wasn't fully there, more a lazy appreciation for what the werewolf was doing, but as he cleaned there too, it certainly got with the program. It made him chuckle against Stiles' back.

"Do you want my hand to take care of it or ignore it?" It could be frustrating to walk around aroused but with the exhaustion, it might be too much. Then again, Stiles could sleep in the car and he didn't have to do anything right now.

Derek's hand took a firm hold of the erection, giving it a slow tug as he pressed against his lover. "Lean against me, I've got you." Last night the magic had urged Stiles into mating but they hadn't given into it, it wasn't fully what they should be doing but it might help.

Each caress and appreciating grab of those hands made Stiles feel warmer, his cheeks now burning, heart beating faster. No one could've prepared him for how it felt with a settled mate bond when his mate was touching him like this. It was building his desire steadily and it felt like melting and slowly burning him from the inside out. Each exploring stroke against his goose bumped skin only adding to that and making his breathing become shallower by the minute.

Especially when Derek finally got between his legs. The hot puffs of his breath and words sent a shiver down his spine and he groaned from the firm grip and tug around his rapidly hardening shaft. "Yes..." Stiles managed to whisper only that as he obediently leaned back against Derek's firm and warm front. His hands reached back and grabbed the other man's thighs both to keep him pressed against Stiles and to steady himself. He knew Derek got him in every meaning and it made Stiles go lax in his arms, submitting more and more as he rested his head against the side of the stubbly neck.

Everything seemed to intensify and stir a bit the second his tattooed back touched Derek's chest. It wasn't overwhelming like before, but his shimmering magic kinda latched onto Derek, the amber tendrils glowing dimly as they spread over onto the wolf's warm skin. Not to take or overwhelm, but to connect and make them feel each other and their emotions a bit better. It was beautiful in Stiles' opinion. So warm and right that it made his mind drift, each conscious thought fading away as he was rendered into someone driven by sheer instinct.

He even made a small whine-like sound to express his need and slight impatience, his head moving enough to rub his nose along Derek's jawline. It was followed by small kisses pressed there. The gesture was clear: Stiles wanted for that hand to finally move on his throbbing and oozing erection. The dull ache in his groin has been there since last night and he kinda liked it, but needed more now.

The quietness of the other wasn't even noticed, Derek was too busy to stare at the wet naked body plastered against his own. His arms went around the waist, one hand wrapped around the thick length and the other resting against the pale chest to keep the human steady. The warm stream of water made everything slippery so Derek made himself even bigger, legs slightly spread to anchor himself even more. Magic trickled against his skin as much as the shower water did, the warm glow spreading.

As much as he wanted this to be a slow and lazy moment between them, he wasn't sure how much energy his mate had so his hand moved with intent, up and down with a firm grip, his thumb brushing along the head each time to spread the sticky pre-come before the shower would wash it down the drain. Their position made it easier but it wasn't quite the same as doing it to himself, though he used the same kind of movements. He knew what he liked, but Stiles' likes were still something to be uncovered. So he listened to the hitch in his breaths, the way his body would twitch each time, finding his way to making it good for the other.

His own body wasn't unaffected by the sounds and noises but he didn't do anything about it, content to focus on his mate. The erection was firm against Stiles' behind, but Derek kept his hips still on purpose, this wasn't going to turn into penetration, no matter how tempting. It was enough for him to feel, taste and smell Stiles, to marvel at the feeling of his hand wrapped around him, the naked body pressed against him. To see him press closer with needy sounds, to feel the wiry curls touch his hand.

Stiles knew he wasn't going to last long, but he didn't care. His mate was finally jerking his aching cock, making him groan and moan, eyes rolling back in his head after the picture of Derek's big hand pulling on him so perfectly burned into his very being. His head fell back against a shoulder, body starting to tense up and tremble more and more with each stroke. It felt so damn good! He felt his slightly open mouth start to go numb. Derek's emotions of wanting to help him, keep him safe and admiring him like this only messed more with Stiles' already fuzzy mind and being which was connected to the other by the tendrils.

The hand against his chest was a welcomed feeling and he was kinda glad for the extra support, because his legs were starting to go weak on him too. But that didn't mean he didn't want to give back some to Derek for his efforts. Oh he could clearly feel that hard rod and any other given time, he would've demanded for it to end up in his ass, but for now he was satisfied with making it nestle against his crack. He wasn't done, though. Stiles removed a hand from Derek's thigh to slap it against the tiled wall to the side for more support and began rolling his hips back and forth.

The sensation of fucking into that firm grip while rubbing against Derek's cock on his way back made him cry out shakily and a bit wrecked. His head lolled to the side, exposing his long neck (subconsciously on purpose as he was offering himself up to the alpha to take for his pleasure).

"Derek... Bite me... Make me come... So close! Please!" he panted hoarsely and out of breath, more pre-cum oozing out of him, his cock throbbing in Derek's grip as his balls drew up. The tension was killing him. The amber root-like tendrils crawling further on Derek's chest, spreading lower across his stomach.

As much as Derek was behaving, Stiles wasn't at all. The teasing human made use of the erection pressing against him by pushing back, creating friction which made the wolf jerk in surprise, moaning. It was almost too much, the feeling of Stiles being close and his own hard on slipping along the tempting body without going inside, there was only the slight teasing of it with each hip movement. He should say no, push his mate away to stop it but, as usual, thinking was near impossible once they gave into their arousal.

Near silently gasping, Derek felt the magic flare up again, spreading, going lower. Oh god. Tendrils of warm pleasure zinged into his gut, setting pleasure aflame. It teased the fangs out, made his eyes flare as his vision turned red. It wasn't full beta shift but it would have been so bad if he had opted to bite without thinking. He hissed, forcing himself to change back so he could scrape along the skin with blunt human teeth instead. No risk of turning his mate. If he would use his low alpha voice, he could make Stiles come, one word and the human would flood his hand with his release but who was he to turn down the offer of a marking? Nor did he want to ignore the way the graceful long neck was exposed to him, inviting him even before the plea had left the human's mouth.

Licking the water from the skin, his lips found the perfect spot before his teeth followed. It was executed with careful pressure, so his teeth would leave an imprint which was going to bruise but not break skin. The older man wanted to, wanted to have his mouth filled by the coppery taste of blood, wanted it to stain his human teeth red. To have Stiles' golden energy fill him up in every way possible, but not now, not in a shower where his mate was barely keeping himself up. This was going to bruise though.

It was enough for Stiles to reach completion, watery seed dripped onto his hand and hit the tiled wall before the shower washed it away. The human's body trembled against him, his face slack. He was beautiful like this.

Finally, finally he got the release he was burning for! And it was blinding and intense. Not as intense like when they did a full mating, but close! It blinded Stiles, made him cry out and repeat Derek's name a few times as he was riding out his orgasm, hips jerking forward without control until his mate squeezed the last drop out too. His neck was throbbing deliciously where Derek had bitten him as requested. He loved to wear his marks on him and he wore them with pride, never making any attempt of hiding them. He knew the alpha in him loved that to bits...

Stiles risked removing his hand from the wall to hold the one pressed against his chest. His heart was still beating wildly, his breathing slowly starting to calm down as he tried to pull himself together and stay upright on his wobbly legs. He moved only when the slow stroking on his oversensitive cock got too much. He carefully turned around in Derek's arms and put his around his neck.

His lips were on the other's mouth without a single word uttered. His "thank you" and feelings were there in that deep kiss. The damn butterflies just didn't want to stop fluttering in his stomach either... He also shamelessly used Derek's distraction with his mouth to slide a hand down on the wolf's chest and side. Now that the tattoo wasn't pressed against his bare skin and Stiles' being was calming down, the magic began withdrawing too, making the golden lines slowly fade from Derek's skin. Oh, if this will be like this each time, he'll have a lot of fun experimenting with it!

He was still kissing Derek when his wet hand found the neglected erection and he began slowly pumping it the way he had noticed his mate liked. His grip was firm yet careful, twisting on his way up a few times, his palm rubbing against the oozing tip before it continued back down. Stiles broke the kiss and lifted his dimly glowing eyes at his man. "I want you to let go whenever you feel like it and come on my stomach. I want you to mark me like yours even more..." he whispered with a dirty undertone.

Derek’s skin which had been bathed in golden tendrils along his stomach, was turning to the normal pale olive tan, the magic not retreating but fading away into him to join the rest of it. It was like he had been painted on with golden lines and some invisible wipe made them disappear. It was all Stiles, his arousal had been bleeding into Derek and now that the release had been found, the younger man's magic had settled too. He didn't know much about it, this was new to him as well. He didn't even know if others could see it or if this was for sensitive supernatural eyes only. Maybe even only to them. Which would be preferable, for Stiles' own safety.

Derek didn't want to say you're welcome, not to something which didn't even require a thank you, but his refusal was saved by lips meeting his own. Insistent, deep, claiming his mouth as much as the hand was claiming his erection. Derek had been embarrassingly close from watching his mate find his orgasm, but he wasn't a young boy and his body wasn't so easily giving in anymore. Still, he nodded to Stiles, not trusting his voice to work at this moment, because the other knew oh so very well what his words were doing to the alpha. The invitation to mark always a welcomed one, no matter if it was with teeth or sucking a bruise or coming all over the soft stomach.

Hips moved with the hand's movements and Derek let his head fall back against the shower stall for a brief moment to enjoy the feelings. He felt the orgasm approaching at some point, and he had to see Stiles being marked so his eyes snapped open as his body tensed up, shuddering when hot semen spurted all over Stiles as requested, coating the stomach and groin, making them dirty all over so it was a good thing they were still in the shower. So much for behaving. They were pretty terrible together. With a hoarse laugh, he shook his head at them.

Stiles loved how Derek didn't protest and let him be dirty in bed – the wolf undoubtedly enjoying that too... Being marked by the alpha like that didn't affect only the wolf, it made him groan satisfied too as he watched the ropes of cum land on his skin, the muscles flexing underneath on instinct. "So fucking hot..." he muttered under his breath then as he was stroking the last drops out of the spent cock, he grinned up at Derek.

"What's so funny? I thought I was better even in my current state than to laugh at me," he snorted with humor in his eyes. A laughing Derek was the most beautiful sight for him. It was definitely a good look on him. Not that he didn't find a brooding Derek charming and hot too. But now he seemed so much younger and was practically glowing (from his magic too). He could see it around Derek if he squinted or concentrated enough. The thought occurred to Stiles that it was his very unique way of marking the wolf as his. No other could give him this kind of mark. After all, the Stilinski brand was very unique and rare. That thought coaxed a small chuckle from Stiles too.

While waiting for the reply, he found the shower gel again and this time it was his turn to start cleaning the gorgeous man in front of him – and himself too, but making sure to get to his marked up stomach and groin last. Both to let the scent linger stronger for Derek for a while, and because he was reluctant washing it down just yet. Sue him, he liked Derek's spunk on him.

But at least the pain from his bones and muscles faded to a tolerable tired buzz in them. That was progress and he was quite sure it wasn't just because of the pain-siphoning the wolf did earlier.

"You nearly died last night, you look half-asleep on your feet and we're giving out hand jobs. We're worse than teenagers." Far worse because their first time had been in a car and they had zero restraint whenever one of them initiated even anything remotely arousing. And it wasn't like Derek to be so shamelessly into sex. He had been completely transformed since they have started their relationship. It felt so good that he knew it wasn't anything bad but the fact they couldn't keep their hands to themselves was amusing to him.

Reaching out to draw Stiles in for a kiss despite him not being done with cleaning them, he nibbled on the bottom lip before releasing him. "Once we're back and we've been to Deaton and you've slept, I'm going to cover you in my cum." Stiles wasn't the only one who liked it, it made the wolf want to reach out and rub it into the skin to make the scent last. Instead though, he stepped out of the shower, waiting for the other to get out too because he wasn't going to turn his back on him and have him slip and fall after all. Handing him a towel, Derek was quick to dress, knowing they needed to get on the road.

"I'll throw the rest of the food out," the Hale promised, leaving Stiles to dress in his own pace while he dealt with the garbage and the last cleaning up. The carefully packed food was thrown out as well because after the impromptu shower sex, they were going to need a real meal somewhere along the road. Stiles hadn't seemed that hungry but maybe curly fries would entice him to eat enough for his body to deal with everything that had happened. Towels hung up so they would dry, Derek took their bags, not because Stiles was a weak human, but because he really did look half-asleep on his feet so he stuffed the pillow in the lax arms, knowing how protective Stiles was about having his own pillow with him wherever he went.

"I like being worse than a teenager with you... especially when you cover me with your cum," Stiles grinned then as sleep threatened to make him… well, fall asleep like Derek said, chose to follow the 'orders' of his alpha. Well... that sounded kinda strange in his mind. But it was true. It's been true for a long time. Even before their bonds, even when Derek wasn't an alpha anymore. But it was something Stiles wouldn't necessarily admit aloud because of his stubbornness. He let these thoughts sluggishly drift through his mind as he was holding his treasured pillow to his chest with one hand and locked up his apartment.

Derek snorted then downstairs looked at his mate. "You should stretch out in the backseat and get some more sleep."

Not bitching about Derek doing all the carrying or his 'strong suggestions' – no, not orders! – Stiles glimpsed at the Camaro's backseat and a dirty smirk lit up his otherwise tired face.

"You also totally want my scent all over the backseat again, don't you?" he referred to their first time on said comfortable seat. Very comfortable and alluring seat, which would be even more comfortable with only one man trying to fit on it instead of two.

Ignoring the siren call of the seat, the young detective watched Derek pack their bags away in the trunk, trying to decide if he should accept or deny the wolf's suggestion. He went with a compromise when his leg slightly buckled under him, but hoped holding onto the open door made it look only as if he shifted his weight.

"Okay, fine. With one condition: you get me curly fries and a double cheese burger... oh and a big energy drink! I feel like I'll need greasy food and caffeine," he narrowed his eyes at Derek then finally climbed to the back, tucking his pillow into a comfortable position as he was lying on his side, legs pulled up to more or less arrange his limbs comfortably. "As much as I love this car, it could be somewhat bigger," he grumbled under his nose. "Anyways... does the seat and car still smell of us?" he asked curious, his nose obviously not sharp enough to pick up any scent.

"Yeah, because muscle cars are known for their large interior," Derek rolled his eyes at the human, even though he secretly agreed that yeah, as beautiful as the car was, it wasn't practical. Not with storing people to sleep, not with a toddler needing a car seat and definitely not with two grown males attempting to have sex on the backseat. Okay, fine, they succeeded but it was only because one of the doors had been opened so they had the ability to stretch out their legs. But it was the Camaro and he didn't want to get rid of it either. It was always smooth driving with this kind of car and it was perfect when chased by hunters. The jeep had been... fine but after all the soccer mom car comments and the fact that it wasn't great at turning corners, he had sold it.

Settling behind the wheel, he glanced in the rear view mirror where Stiles was fighting sleep like a little kid, too stubborn to admit his mate had been right. The engine roared to life and he reversed the route on the GPS.

"Seat's clean, I scrubbed it to wipe it all off because I don't want my daughter to be introduced to the smell of our semen." Same reason why he religiously cleaned the bedding after they had sex in it, because as much as he loved having everything smell like them, there was a little werewolf baby who'd be able to tell as well. Noah would pick up on the sex scent if they didn't air out the room but human noses just weren't a match for those of werewolves. "Get some sleep."

The radio was turned on but softly in the background, it would maybe help the human fall asleep while Derek was driving. The plan was to get at least two hours in before stopping for food, enough time for Stiles to nap but it depended on how asleep he was. He might just stop a few towns before Beacon Hills. Derek refused to talk more so the other was forced to fall asleep, and for a while there was only the radio playing and the soft snores from the back seat.

His rune mark was itching now that it was hidden and he felt restless deep down, all side-effects of the magic because his body was getting used to having it within. He had no use for it at the moment so it was kind of just there but he wondered if maybe it would aid him when he had to pull pain from somebody, or if he had to heal himself. With the way it had restored his aged cells, it seemed to have a purpose for him too but it did feel like it was too much inside of him. It wasn't going to kill him, it wasn't going to harm him in the way it would Stiles but there was a wrongness to it, like an error code flashing before his eyes. Deaton would know.

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