Clever fingers pressed along the half-hard cock, rapidly hardening even more with the attention, with the promise of more. It wasn't just his face which had gotten more hair, the rest of him was defined with dark hairs and he had been a hirsute man to begin with. Long claws caressed along the skin of the neck before he pulled his own shirt off, relieved to have the cooler air of the apartment caress along his heated skin. The muscles were more pronounced, harder, every inch of his body geared for battle. He did the same with the shirt of his mate, getting halfway through less clothes.

"You're going to have to prepare yourself for me," he breathed through his fangs, his voice considerably lower as well. There was no way he could push his claws in to ready the human, not when his beta shift had been allowed to be out like this. Not with the heat of the rut coursing through his body.

"I know and I will. Don't worry about it. I'm trying to be prepared for you at all times," Stiles smirked against Derek's ear then nibbled on its lobe as he let their naked upper-bodies press together for a few moments before he pulled back enough so his hands could work on opening the jeans and pushing them down to Derek's thighs.

His eyes were drinking in the more hairy and (even more) muscular body. Derek was the perfect predator between wolf and human in this form and it amazed Stiles as much as possible. And Stiles didn't lie. Like he was accused of before, he was like a boy scout when it came to having sex with a man. As he hooked a hand into the edge of the opened front of the jeans (lightly rubbing the back of said hand against the base of the freed cock), he pulled Derek towards the mattress like that. No fear whatsoever playing on his features. Only lust and need and curiosity.

Stiles knew that Derek needed some encouragement to believe that his desire was no lie, so on their way to the bed, he grabbed his backpack from a taped up box and tossed it down to the edge of the mattress before going down on his knees in front of Derek. For a moment he turned his attention to rummaging around in the bag then with a triumphant smirk, he tossed the bottle of lube behind him then focused back on the gorgeous erection right in his face.

He didn't hesitate to drag the probably too tight jeans further down and then he growled from the sight. This time, though, there was not much of a foreplay, his tongue darted out to slick up the warm and throbbing rod then he sucked the wide tip between his moist lips, moaning from the musky and salty taste as he looked up past well-defined muscles into Derek's changed face and red eyes.

There won't be a day where Derek won't be worried, he's a brooder, mostly about what had already transpired though, because as it came to plans of action, he'd mostly go with the moment. Doesn't mean he's not a worrier though, he can overthink things, or he did in the past, there's not enough soul left to get into the emotions all that much. But if Stiles claimed that he would keep himself prepared for him, then he was going to take that promise as the truth.

So he shuffled over to the bare mattress, when guided, near impossible to walk normally with his jeans pushed down to his thighs. And to be fair, he was more interested in rubbing his erection against the friction of that hand instead of focusing on where to put his feet. A bottle of lube was on the bed before he could track the movements, his jeans peeled down more to his knees only to be taken into a warm mouth right away. It made him groan loudly in surprise, so much for slow and with finesse. However, instead of pulling on hair to force his cock deep down that wet throat, his fingers caressed through the unruly hair gently, guiding with only a light pressure of the digits. He kept his hips from moving too much while his breathing was speeding up.

In this form, he didn't feel like offering up to bottom, the idea of submitting right now too much to ask. With the rut coming on where he was going to do things he didn't want out of his control, he needed that right now, he needed to have the control and Stiles wasn't pushing the role of dominance this time. He was still guiding, he was still bossy but all focused on Derek's needs.

Deep dark red eyes watched the way the erection slipped past spit-slicked lips, to be taken as deeply as possible, while the human's hand caressed the rest of the remaining shaft.

This was their last time together where Derek still knew what he was doing, but it wasn't going to be as slow as he wanted it to be, there was no way he was capable of that. "I want you to undress for me and I want to watch your fingers sink into yourself."

The fingers and the slight pressure of the tip of the claws in his hair encouraged Stiles to suck a bit deeper and harder on Derek. He fought off the gag reflex when the tip hit the back of his throat and kept going with soft wet sounds. Right until that order. Because it was an order of his alpha. There was no mistaking about it with that alpha undertone in Derek's voice. And it did things to Stiles. First a shiver ran down his naked spine, then came the goose bumps all over his body and the painful throbbing in his jeans.

Derek was rarely this dominant with him, but the submissive side of the kneeling human craved it just as much as being able to take control. Not this time, though. This time he could feel Derek's need to have that so Stiles obeyed. But not before moaning around the thick shaft and sucking on it a couple of more times. Only then did he let it slip out from his lips with a wet pop.

Biting down on his glistening bottom lip, Stiles pulled himself up onto his feet and took the remaining two steps backwards until he felt the mattress hit his heels. He kept his lust-filled eyes on Derek as he kicked his red sneakers off. His hands were slightly shaking from desire and anticipation as he moved them to his belt to work that and his jeans open. To give Derek's dominant side some more satisfaction, he broke the eye-contact and lowered his eyes to somewhere around the other man's collarbones, cheeks flushed and lips moist and red as he released his bottom lip from his teeth.

It wasn't the first time that he was stripping for Derek, but it always gave Stiles some extra kicks to feel his mate's hungry eyes on his pale mole-dotted body. So he made sure to do it slowly and hopefully sensually instead of clumsily. After removing his jeans and socks, he straightened up and hooked his thumbs under the edge of his boxers, pausing for a moment so Derek could enjoy the sight of his tenting underwear a moment longer. Then he let it drop and pool around his ankles, his hard cock finally on full display as he kicked the boxers to the side.

He ran a slender hand down across his toned stomach, fingertips stopping just above the trimmed hair surrounding the base of his cock. "Can I touch myself while I finger my ass open for you?" Stiles whispered hoarsely and sounding more innocent than he really was. As he waited for an answer, he did move to the middle of the mattress with the bottle of lube already in his hand. He laid down onto his back and shamelessly opened his legs for a better view for the wolf in beta form. Stiles' heart was beating faster as he warmed some lube in his hand.

Derek hadn't made one single move when Stiles had situated himself near the bed to strip, instead his red eyes heatedly watched the reveal of the rest of the skin, not missing out on one single strip of bare skin revealed. He stood there without a twitch, his erection drying in the air but not once flagging from its proud stance. Stiles would never be fully graceful, he was like a fawn on too long legs, all long limbs and spastic movements. Even when older, when growing more compact with muscles, with having hair on the chest and a pleasure trail of hairs, he'd still stumble and misjudge movements. It was part of his charm. It made him who he was and the werewolf wouldn't want it any other way.

Licking his lips, his eyes had zeroed in on the other's cock, wanting his own hand wrapped around it, wanting his mouth wrapped around it to suck him dry. "Don't come, I want you to in my mouth when you're open enough." He wanted to lean into the spread legs, crawl there to feast on everything offered. Lick the hairs flat, open up that tight hole with his tongue. Maybe later, when they were done and sated, and he'd not be in beta shift. He could bury his face in between those tight cheeks and suck his own come right out of him. The dirty thoughts most likely displayed on his face with the filthy grin breaking out as he heatedly waited for Stiles to prepare himself.

While the human warmed the lube, he kicked off his own shoes by toeing out of them, pushing the jeans down all the way so he could be fully naked as well. Legs spread, he stood at the edge of the mattress, hand wrapped around his own erection, used to handling his flesh with claws out so he didn't even glance down to what he was doing, eyes not once leaving Stiles.

The tugs were slow and lazy, not to get himself off but to enjoy the way his mate was about to get himself ready for that erection in his hand.

"Y-yes, sir..." Stiles rasped out not even thinking. The hot picture Derek painted him caused a shiver to raise more goose bumps on his bare skin and his cock to throb as it was lying flat and hard against his stomach. The tip of his tongue flicked out for a second to wet his bow-shaped upper-lip, his face showing concentration as his wet fingers moved behind his balls and smeared a generous amount of lube on and around his hole. His eyes rolled back on a moan from the contact, the tight pucker contracting in anticipation, but Stiles didn't waste any more time. His fingertips kept rubbing the wrinkled skin steadily, causing himself to gasp and moan, face flushing more from the feeling and knowing that Derek was watching him.

It also somehow made Stiles move more wantonly. He peeked up at Derek from behind his long eye-lashes just when he began pushing in his middle-finger, hips coming alive to meet the intruding digit. In time with this his other hand provided some additional show to his 'stalker' with rubbing and pinching a nipple. It coaxed a louder moan from Stiles and for his cock to visibly jump and leak, and his ass to contract around that finger.

Yes, it was a tease for both of them, but he didn't care. It felt so good, so decadent to do this in front of a hungry beta shifted wolf. He knew he'd find Derek hot like this, but that not veiled pure hunger in his red eyes only added to the human's desires. After a hard twist of said nipple and another lustful moan, that hand slid down on the milky white skin just to carefully wrap around his own cock, smearing the pre-cum down along its length with slow and lazy movements. Essentially copying Derek's moves on that massive hardness.

It distracted Stiles enough to begin working his second finger inside too, the familiar burn and stretch quickly turning into pleasure and a need to get more inside. So soon – careful not to accidentally come before it was time – he was shamelessly riding not two but three lubed up fingers while watching Derek, heart racing in his chest.

Red eyes flared as he was called ‘sir’, but his attention was on where the fingers were, where he was going to bury himself in very soon. The rest of the teases were registered, the way the nipples were hard, the thick cock leaking pre-cum in a show of invitation. The scent of arousal was heavy in the air, coming from him but also Stiles, mingling together in the air. Time had no meaning, he focused on breathing in and out, feeling like that's all he could do when he wanted to move to his mate.

Mouth slightly opened with the fangs on display, the hulking mass of the werewolf watched as the human prepared himself. One, two, three fingers. He knew from experience how the tightness would feel around those digits, the way those walls would give way with coaxing to let in something bigger. To open up for more. Not sure how he was capable of waiting, he didn't once look away, waiting for the right moment to pounce. He could see it in those little hitches in the human's breath, the way the muscles would spasm and the erection was leaking more. Stiles was so into it that he was ready to burst in no time.

And pounce Derek did. In one fluent movement he crawled over to his mate, batting away the hand wrapped around the erection with a glance up to Stiles' face. "My turn," the voice growled, teeth a sharp dangerous promise. They weren't what Stiles felt though when the Hale took in the erection, they didn't even graze the sensitive flesh. It was only a hot wet mouth wrapped around the turgid length, taking him in all the way all at once. And then, Derek swallowed. Deep-throating it all until he gagged, only to suck more and more.

His turn, and he wasn't going to stop until he'd get what he wanted. For Stiles to come and paint his throat.

If his heart was beating faster before, the second Derek finally moved... no, pounced on him, it went haywire, beating like crazy in his rib cage. He wanted to say something clever, but all he had time for was a shocked expression (from the closeness of the sharp fangs) and right after that a huge groan. He didn't expect Derek to deep-throat him like this and didn't even know how he managed to do so without injuring him on the sharp teeth, but somehow he did it and that's all that mattered to Stiles because Derek was wrecking him so fast!

The familiar tension was building steadily at the base of his spine and the human curled his fingers to finally brush them against his prostate. A wave of violent joy stabbed him in the guts and he arched his back, head digging into the mattress and cock squirting some clear prostate fluid down the wolf's throat. Stiles' body was trembling from the mini-orgasm caused by milking his own prostate, but knew that the main act was coming just as fast.

Since his free hand couldn't fist around the bare mattress, he instead did that in the other man's thick hair. He didn't dare to buck with his hips, not wanting for his cock to be accidentally bitten off, but it was torture. Luckily, it didn't take long for Derek to push him to the brink.

"I'm gonna... Please, sir! Let me... come down your... throat!" he whined on a desperate voice, breaths coming out in pants while his head started to get dizzy, his magic sizzling up in his veins as his control was slipping.

If he pulled off the cock, Derek knew it was a risk to get his mouth around it again without injuring it so as much as he wanted to command for Stiles to come with his voice, he only sucked harder, glancing up to his mate. Telling him with a look to give into it, to give him what he wanted. Which, admittedly, didn't even take seconds longer, one more hum around the erection and it spurted. Derek swallowed it all, barely tasting it with how deep the cock was within his mouth but it didn't matter, he felt the slick offering slip down his throat and as he pulled away very carefully, he tasted the salty seed as it stained his tongue.

Coming down on Derek's throat like this was even more exciting to Stiles because of the slight dangerous vibe he could feel around the wolf's aura in this form. Though he knew that until Derek had his control, he wouldn't hurt him even like this. That reminded Stiles that during the rut this was going to be much more different, but this is why he wanted to have sex with Derek in this form. So Stiles could read and learn his mate's reactions, how he'd look, how the touch of the claws on his skin and the sight of the sharp fangs would feel to him. The longer he watched his mate like this, the more the familiarity and acceptance in Stiles was growing, making it easier being this intimate with his alpha like this.

Just when his mind wanted to wander about how much different it was going to be soon with a nearly feral alpha, his eyes met the red ones, the sizzling of his magic tuning out all other sounds and the white hot orgasm burned away all thoughts too. He cried out loud and then was just floating on pleasure, body lax and relaxed under the muscular werewolf.

With the human completely relaxed from the bliss of his orgasm, Derek pulled at the fingers to remove them from the gaping hole by wrapping his fingers around the wrist to avoid getting his claws where they shouldn't be. It would end this very quickly if he ended up accidentally gauging the pale skin. He had to be fast, Stiles would never be relaxed for long, before his brain would kick in and his body followed the constant activity of the ADHD mind.

Settling between the parted legs, the Hale took a moment to push inside, unable to use his hand like this to guide, waiting for the tip of his cock to catch on the gaping rim. He bottomed out in one push, impaling the tightness until he couldn't plunge in anymore, pausing there. The waiting wasn't on Stiles to adjust, but for him to get over the orgasm so Derek would have his full attention.

In those sweet numbing moments Stiles would've allowed for Derek to do anything and everything to him. That's why he didn't protest at all when his fingers were removed from his still clamping ass and something bigger was pushed soon in. The young druid gasped and his eyes rolled shut. His already fried nerves were overrun by a wave of that sweet pain that registered nearly immediately as pleasure in his mind.

Derek was fully buried in him. Finally!

He forced his eyes to open, the sensation of being stretched and filled making him pant with satisfaction. His irises were glowing in amber when they met the red ones and he found himself reaching up to grab onto the firm muscles, but they only became caresses because his coordination was still shot from the orgasm.

Yet... his body already seemed to want more. His Spark as well it seemed, because it made its presence known not just in Stiles' eyes, but in the warm rush of magic along Derek's skin the second his hands touched him.

"Fuck me... I'm yours. Yours to take as you wish..."

The magic was in full play now, and it was needed so they'd be more settled, it was always part of everything with them from now on. So when Derek felt the warm electricity flaming along his skin where Stiles' hands gripped him, he already knew before the words rushed out of that clever mouth, that he could move, that he had all of the attention he wanted to have.

"Mine," Derek agreed with a sharp thrust, and he would have nipped at skin with his teeth if he hadn't been in beta shift for the human making demands when he wasn't in the position to make them at all right now. Derek was letting him know with his thrusts, shifting each time he was all the way in so he would find the right angle to pummel against the no doubt sensitive prostate. "I'm going to fuck you until you're hard again. And you don't have a choice about it, you're going to get hard. For me."

Derek was determined to have the stamina required to fuck another orgasm out of his mate, with how sensitive he was and he couldn't exactly back out of his promise right now. With a low growl, he pushed his way inside, eyes kept a lock with the swirling amber ones while the magic was building.

Stiles realized his 'mistake,' but didn't complain at all from the 'punishing' hard thrusts. They were just on the pleasurable side of painful because of how sensitive his prostate was from the recent orgasm that was still pulsing through him. And yet he was already being fucked towards a new one, Derek's dominant words making him moan and sending shivers down his spine as his spent and sensitive cock tried to come alive again. It was the kind of pain he secretly loved and excited him. His whole body was at the mercy of the werewolf's hammering thrusts. Shaking, clamping down on him, being used in the most wrecking ways.

"Yes! Yes, sir! I will... Promise!" he managed to utter hoarsely, glowing eyes breaking the eye-contact to look away in submission. They quickly zeroed in on between them, watching the hard glistening cock pumping into him mercilessly. It already felt amazing but seeing it too only added to the sensation, making the magic crawl on his skin, jumping over Derek's. He could feel the slightly burning and tingling tendrils of the tattoo on his back spreading forward over his shoulders and sides. They would soon crawl and sink into Derek's flesh and Stiles was curious if it was going to feel any different for him in beta form.

The human pulled his legs further up and hooked them around Derek's lower-back, giving him better access and the perfect angle to pound his stretched ass. His moans and groans immediately became louder and needier, the wide tip's nearly constantly brushing against his love spot, causing Stiles to squirm and occasionally whine low in his throat. The perfect mixture of pleasure and pain, which was slowly causing his cock to get towards half-hard.

"Will you knot me... breed me, sir? Give me... all your precious wolf-cum?" he asked looking at Derek just when his nails scratched along the muscular back, his ass clasping down on the thick cock from the idea.

Derek didn't want anything more than to let the knot grow, expand into the tight channel to breed him full, but he knew he couldn't. The rest of the week Stiles was going to have nothing but knot, and there was only so much a human ass could take. "No." It was growled out in huffs, not once faltering in the punishing rhythm he had set up for them, feeling how much Stiles was loving it. "You'll soon have it so often you'll avoid bottoming for a month."

With a little wriggle, Derek adjusted his angle again so his erection slid right along the prostate, it would only be a teasing pressure on the sensitive nub of flesh, something to drive Stiles mad with wanting more. Because he knew how to draw out another orgasm, by making Stiles work for it, make him chase after it instead of lying there and taking it. He wanted to bite and suck on skin but reminded himself he couldn't, didn't allow the control to fade not even once. It was going to be different in a few days, when he was deep in rut, it was going to be a sharp contrast to what they were doing now.

The magic was crawling along his mate's skin, inching to where his arms were, eager to jump bodies because it knew Derek was as much as a welcome host as the druid was. He could smell it in the air, joining the scent of sex. Gripping his human's leg, he pushed it higher as his hips and ass muscles flexed, speeding it up. Once that magic current would reach his skin, it was going to work on drawing his orgasm out of him and he wanted to hammer those moans out of Stiles before that rush.

No. The word echoed in Stiles' mind, which needed a moment to understand the meaning of it. It was a denial, but even so, it coaxed a surge of magic in him and it pooled in his groin like molten lava just when Derek began teasing his prostate. Suddenly he was painfully hard from both, the too fast and too hard tearing a desperate yell out of him. His nails broke skin and a spasm went through his body, forcing him to writhe and slam himself upwards as much as his position allowed. His hips got on with the program and Stiles began chasing that blinding sensation with meeting Derek's thrusts, the sounds of slapping together wet flesh echoing loudly in the empty apartment.

A part of him mourned the loss of not being knotted now (something that apparently became one of his favorite things in having sex with Derek), but he also understood the reasoning of the werewolf above him so he let it go. And the second he did that, his dry lips parted on a silent gasp, his magic deciding to surge forward and wash over both of them in recurring waves, building, building their orgasm until Stiles was yelling, cursing, panting and shaking. With over-flushed and sweaty cheeks, his brightly glowing amber eyes found the alpha's, the magic swirling in and around them as their souls once again melted together through their thickening mate bond.

Stiles was going to thank him some day when this was all over, that he at least had the control over the knot instead of it popping each time they had sex. It wasn't made for humans to constantly be impaled by it, and it required as much preparation as fisting would need. Something Stiles consistently refused because he had been too impatient and eager. At least right now he accepted the no. It was for his own good because Derek would much rather not hold back either.

The teasing had worked, the human moved like someone possessed, chasing after what he knew only Derek could give him, meeting the rough slaps with desperate bucks. Low grunts were punched out of the wolf's mouth, sweat gathered from the intense work out their bodies were getting. It felt like they were running from the wave coming after them, the magic hot in pursuit until it was unstoppable, rushing into the Hale in a warm flood of too much of everything. Throwing his head back in a soundless howl, he welcomed the warmth as it made everything else forgotten. Their souls met, the tightly wound bonds wrapped around the halved soul festering there lit up, fueling the aching to be once again whole, filled up with all Stiles.

"Derek!" he cried out hoarsely, nails reopening the healed skin of the warm back and then his body and magic felt like exploding, losing all control, coming hard and loud and blinded and dizzy for the beast above him. It was perfect.

"Yes, come for me, Stiles....." It wasn't a command anymore, it was a breathless plea to let go so he could do the same, coming inside the contracting hole with a choked up growl, flooding him nevertheless, though not as much as it would with the knot.

The Hale was a shivering mess on top of the human, breathing coming in gasps, wounds on his back healing so only streaks of red blood remained. He was also fully human again, too relaxed to be in beta shift. God, it felt like each time was going to be more intense than the previous and some day they were going to explode.

The trembling human gasped when he felt Derek flooding him. It was a feeling he'd never get bored of. Or watching the pleasure on his mate's face. At that point he forced his eyes to open half-way to see how that pleasure looked in his beta form. He found him just as beautiful. He watched Derek's transformation back into the human form in silence since he was trying to get enough oxygen into his bloodstream and still dizzy mind.

The pale arms tightened around the sweaty man, keeping him close and inside his pulsing ass. The magic was calmer, more balanced again as the waves slowed down, now only licking against them like a calm sea at the shore. Stiles sighed satisfied both from that and the mind-blowing sex they just had.

"See? I knew this would help. You are... gorgeous," he whispered hoarsely, moving one hand to caress along Derek's spine up and down, soothing and grounding his wolf. "Did the magic feel anything different in beta?" he asked curiously while readjusting the hold of his trembling legs around Derek to avoid a cramp in his thigh. The movement reminded him how good having him inside felt and he purred softly from that.

Their souls were still connected and with his mind's eye the druid could kinda see it too. Knowing that his own soul and magic were protecting the remaining soul his mate had always gave Stiles a kind of deep satisfaction. Not because if one of them died, the other would probably follow. No, it was because all he wanted to do was to protect his incomplete mate. And help him become whole one day. First they just had to get through the rut...

For a moment Derek didn't answer, too busy breathing in and out while Stiles clenched around the softening cock to keep him inside. It's why he didn't dare to move – he'd slip right out of the wet hole with even a readjustment of his foot. "No, I don't feel anything different in this form, only the evolved one." It was just as intense as it had been, especially now because they were still connected.

It seemed his soul needed some extra solidifying and he knew the connection would break as soon as their bodies would stop being entwined. At least the tension between them had disappeared, it wasn't tearing at them and that eased some of the tension of the rut which was not as immediate at the moment but there was no escaping it. It's been around the same date for years, a few days give or take.

Giving it a moment, the Hale slowly slipped out so the connection would fade as well, the semen trickling into the bare mattress, so they might as well not take it with. Unless they wanted a crusted one. Werewolves were going to smell the evidence of their lovemaking each time they'd move on this particular bed.

"Huh... good to know..." Stiles hummed. Maybe in the future they could see how much different Derek feels his magic in full wolf form... For now Stiles just grunted with a little disapproval when the connection was broken between their bodies and thus their souls too. But he let it fade along with pulling his magic back. He was glad too that the tension seemed to be gone from between them and when he focused, he could also sense that the balance was back in every meaning – despite the impending rut that could be faintly felt. Less than before at least.

"We should move soon." He didn't want to but they had lost a few hours of time, which had been needed, but they had to make sure they were home in time to get the van empty and returned before everything started. And groceries, they had to get food for the week as well.

"Yeah... yeah, we should leave just... give me a moment or two to catch my breath and clean up..." the human sighed, his heartbeat finally getting back to more or less normal. "Lucky for you, I won't waste more time with a shower so you can be all smug and happy about smelling yourself all over me..." he chuckled low and with fond eyes watched Derek climb off him. He shamelessly drank in the sight of his naked man, unable to stop grinning.

Then Stiles forced himself to get up too, fishing out some tissues from his bag and tossing a few to Derek before he more or less cleaned himself up. "Oh... I guess we could leave the mattress here? Unless you want this mattress to bear witness to our lovemaking for eternity for anyone who gets near it," he chuckled and scrunched his nose up. Frankly, Stiles didn't know what Derek would prefer and he could roll with either option since a) he didn't have an advanced nose (although lately he'd noticed that he smelled things stronger), and b) he didn't mind if others knew they had a healthy sexual life. They were mates after all...

The plan had been to get in his clothes and not bother with cleaning up. Derek did enjoy the scent of the two of them surrounding them and he didn't care about the old semen and fluids from Stiles covering him. But since the tissues were tossed at him so pointedly, he wiped himself clean, removing the sticky substance from his stomach as well. Without a shower, they'd still reek of another and that was fine with him. It might even help to wallow in it on the way home.

"Yeah, I don't want you to shower." The possessiveness was going to grow, Derek wasn't going to let him shower when conscious. Though if Stiles would decide to clean up when Derek was out cold, the wolf might enjoy marking him all the way up again.

Tossing the tissues into the trash, Derek hopped into his clothes, feeling a lot better but not cooler. He'd rather not wear anything at all but that was probably not smart in the open, not to mention public, roads. "We can get a new mattress, this one is ruined for all future werewolf noses." And he didn't like the idea of his daughter rolling around in the scent of their semen, nope. That thought alone was more effective than a cold shower. "I don't mind others smelling it. I don't want my daughter to smell like our sex life." Saying it like that resulted in him making a face as if he was tasting something very disgusting. Yuck.

Stiles raised a brow from the possessive statement but it also put a wide grin on his face. He (not so secretly) loved such comments from Derek and expected more to come in the following days and during the rut too – if Derek was going to be able to string together more than a few words. He also knew how much the werewolf liked his scent on him. An obvious sign of Stiles belonging to him. And that was hot in the emissary's mind.

"Alright, fair enough. Ew, that's a picture I don't want to see in real life," he shuddered. "The mattress will stay, it's decided," he shrugged and quickly got into his clothes too. It was strange not carrying his gun since he had to give that back on his last day at the police department. Of course the paperwork was going to take some time to get through and his father just started talking with the county to work something out for Stiles at the station. Still, he felt a bit naked without his gun, even if he had his magic and a protective werewolf mate now. He was going to have to get a legal gun from Chris or get one from his dad's collection, but that wasn't priority now.

"I'll go get the boxes if you get the last things together. And please don't make it into a big thing that you want to help. You have to sit on your abused ass for a few hours so better be kind to it." It was a great reason but honestly more of an excuse. The Hale would get things done way quicker without the human slowing him down since there were a lot of stairs to cover. Humans and their lack of elevators. Grabbing arms full of boxes, he set to work to get them downstairs in the van, glad it was during the day so most people worked and he could have more boxes than was humanly possible.

Reason number three: he didn't want Stiles to help. He could already imagine him with a couple of boxes stacked, taking a misstep and topple all the way down.

With a huff, Stiles let Derek have his way with the boxes, seeing through him quite easily – especially right after a successful mating. Instead of wasting more time on arguing with him, Stiles moved to pack up the last remaining items he wanted to take with him.

It took only a couple of rounds with the Hale's wolf strength to get everything down to the van and then Stiles just stood in the door for a long minute to drink in the sight of the mostly empty flat. Another chapter of his life was done, but this time he didn't mind, because what the future held with Derek was something he was going to jump in head first. Well, actually he already did. With that thought he locked up the apartment and (with some discomfort in his bottom area) walked downstairs to give his key to the landlord. Then he drove off with the van, never looking back. He was going home.

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