"You smell like magic, so I think that means you like it," Derek purred into his mate's ear, adding a second finger. Taking his time there to scissor them, pull them in and out to stretch the tightness into a more relaxed opening as the muscles accepted his digits. Both rings were fully stretched and opened, so the wolf tested the rim with a third finger, see if it could be added. The human's body was used to the Hale's impressive length, and the thick knot, used to being opened up to too much thickness so with some preparing, Derek's large fingers pressed in.

The tightness made Derek take in a sharp breath, because it felt so good, so tight and warm. The scent of their arousal was thickening in the air.

"Y-yes!" That's all Stiles could say in that moment, the hot puff of breath by his ear adding just as much to his excitement like the fingering that followed. A wrecked moan was Derek's reward once all three digits were buried in his nicely stretching ass. Blunt nails dug into the wide shoulders and Stiles shuddered and panted, slowly beginning to ride the fingers as his hips came alive again.

He already felt so full from the fingers, but he knew more was going to come. And hopefully both of them would come hard soon too. He nearly snorted from his own clever little pun, but was too busy moaning his pleasure into Derek's neck.

"So good... Don't stop!" he lightly bit the warm neck, burying his face into the source of that beloved scent he was going to carry thickly after their coupling. Just like Derek would the scent of magic and Stiles too. Because the wolf was right. The magic was already lingering, swirling lazily around them in anticipation. Stiles loved this. The building sexual tension, the nearly sizzling and very much charged air around them, the thick aroma of the lust for each other.

He managed to slide a hand down between them and push his briefs a bit further down. By then their cocks were wet enough from the pre-cum that tackling the momentarily very difficult task of putting lube on his own hand wasn't necessary. So Stiles simply grabbed both cocks and moaned as they finally pressed together. He was practically fucking against Derek's with the rocking of his hips while he was riding the thick fingers too.

Resting his forehead against Stiles' shoulder, Derek focused on everything happening at once, their joined hands on their joined cocks, his fingers thick and slick enveloped by his mate's body. Their harsh breathing taking up the room as well as their scents mingling together into that one scent he loved so much: their mate scent. It was theirs and the magic combined into one unique scent which made him feel like his head was up in the clouds. And yet it was so grounding, because this was them together and though it had been tried, it wasn't going to be taken away from them, not even with decades of torture. There was a sense of triumph within him, silent tears leaking from his eyes that this was not taken away as he had feared.

Stiles gave him all the control he needed, never once doing something he didn't want. Mindful of the werewolf's hang-ups as Derek did his best to accommodate Stiles as well. The younger man was virile and sexually active, initiating it and luckily fine with the other not doing that as much, as if he knew deep down that Derek needed a bit of a push to ignite his sexual needs. Which were more frequent than ever before. It was why this was always so special between them. So overwhelming and good, everything he never thought it could be like.

"I want to be inside you," he whispered, knowing his voice betrayed all of his emotions, his need for them to join in that way. "I need you." So badly it almost ached as his heart swelled with the love he felt for this ridiculous human.

"Need you too... With everything I am..." Stiles moaned softly and lifted his head to look at Derek. His senses were heightened, their bonds – especially the mate bond – pulsing with the love for each other. He felt Derek's flowing through it and it was beautiful. He smelled the salty tears before he saw them and Stiles leaned in to kiss them off from under the blind white eyes. There was a consoling little sound he made, one that resembled something a wolf would make to reassure and comfort a pack member. The emissary wasn't always aware of the wolf-like gestures he made after inheriting quite a few through their bonding, but on a basic level knew that Derek loved and needed those so there was no real need for Stiles to monitor them. They just happened, like now.

"Want you buried inside me. I'm burning up for it..." he panted huskily and it was true. His body was warming up as if he had a light fever. The Spark was about to be ignited, he could feel and he wanted that too. Strangely, he felt a purpose growing in the Spark, but didn't know yet what it meant because he got too distracted by what was happening to them physically.

It would've been so easy to come like this. With their joined hands moving on their shafts until they both made a mess between them. But they both needed more, it was clear as day. So Stiles reluctantly freed their cocks from the joined grip, giving a short breather for both of them. His ass slowed down on the fingers while he reached for the lube and this time poured a nice amount into his own palm. While it warmed up, he used the opportunity to steal sensual kisses from his mate. It was so easy to get lost in his werewolf. It always blew Stiles' mind. He was so perfect for him. In moments like these, he could completely believe that they were literally made for each other.

With that thought his hand found Derek's thick and long shaft and coated it with the slick substance. He loved the wet sounds his sliding hand made on the cock which was going to be buried into him very soon. That made Stiles look down between them while his heartbeats. quickened again and a hot wave of lust washed through his body in anticipation.

"Pull out your fingers, my love," he whispered and when he felt that happening, his free hand helped steady himself on Derek's shoulder and Stiles lifted himself higher so he could guide the slick and glistening cock-head to his loose entrance. He could feel how wet and open he was. Derek did a good job with his fingers, but as he began slowly pushing down on the wide tip, the stretch and burn were still intense and Stiles had to remind himself to breathe through it.

My love. Stiles had many nicknames for him, and not all of them were appreciated but they were part of the human, he nicknamed everything. Even his own name was one he came up with so Derek never protested them since they became a couple, and this one was one he loved for sure. He wasn't comfortable using nicknames, felt unsure about them, like they didn't belong coming from his mouth so he hadn't tried it yet. Pulling his fingers out as asked, Derek sighed disappointed at the loss of the tightness and warmth on his fingers. Not that the disappointment lasted long when his erection was pressed against the wet entrance instead.

Stiles made small circles and up and down movements, essentially fucking himself lower and lower onto the impressive cock of his mate. He loved every second of it and he expressed that with pleasure-filled moans and soft whines once he let the positioned cock go to wrap his slick fingers around the base of his own, keeping a firm pressure on it not to come too soon from the mind-blowing stretch.

His nails left deep crescents in Derek's shoulder, his hot breath was puffing against the wolf's mouth over and over again until Stiles' firm and wet ass finally swallowed every inch, the slight burning of the stretch and the pressure against his warm walls resulting in more thick drops of pre-cum sliding down on his own shaft.

Slowly Derek’s dick was pressed inside. Despite the prep and the lube used, it was still a tight fit, taking Derek’s breath away as the salty tears dried on his cheeks. The wolf didn't even dare to breathe at all until blunt human nails pressed into his flesh and he had to moan. It was too much, it was always too much when entering his mate like this. Stiles taking him so well, so eager, not once holding back from the large endowment Derek had. He seemed to even prefer it.

"God... So full... Love it..." Stiles panted hotly onto Derek's lips while he let them get used to the feeling as much as possible and kissed his mate with more passion than before.

"You feel so good," the wolf groaned, gripping Stiles hard by the hips to keep him from moving. He had to, or this was going to be over way too soon. The tight grip probably was going to leave bruises, it was impossible not to with the way his fingers pressed into the skin as sweat gathered on his forehead. Making love to Stiles was like taking drugs: it was overwhelming and addicting, even mind-blowing. Derek focused on inhaling a few times, in and out, thinking of anything to not come right away. Math problems, Elizabeth crying... scratch that, only Elizabeth was enough to promptly scare away the orgasm.

"Okay." The word was whispered against Stiles' lips, breaking off the kiss even though the word was more said to himself than his mate. Easing up on his grip, his fingers slid under the coltish legs to help move, experimentally thrusting upwards to test for the right angle. Yes, this was perfect, always so perfect.

His mate couldn't suppress a breathy laugh from the way Derek had to persuade himself that he wasn't going to blow the second they moved. It filled Stiles with pride because he alone managed to do that to the big bad wolf... He felt kinda disappointed though when the firm grip on his hips eased up but was looking forward to the marks to bruise. He loved those on his body just as much as Derek loved to look at (and sometimes press down on) them afterwards. Stiles doubted this was ever going to change for either of them.

But his little reverie was cut short the second he felt that first searching thrust. It immediately resulted in a desperate moan and his hold around his base to tighten a bit. In certain circles he'd have been called a 'size queen,' a title he was secretly proud of for being able to take all of his mate and enjoying him so much. It was no lie, though. He loved every inch of that beautiful hard cock in him, making him feel so full. He had told Derek numerous times how much he loved that, but that didn't mean Stiles'd stop himself from repeating it.

Now, though, he could only gasp for air and move his hips just as experimentally as Derek’s thrust upwards. It took them only a few slow tries to find the perfect rhythm. The generous amount of lube made the slide easier once his tight muscles eased up some more, allowing a slow but steady pace to be established. It resulted in more panting and broken moans, the first sweat drops beginning to glide down along the pale skin of his slightly arched spine.

"So intense... so good... I love you in me," Stiles babbled against Derek's mouth, practically stealing his breaths, one arm still holding onto the shoulders, the other holding his own orgasm back so he could fully enjoy the ride on the massive shaft. "But I need to feel you... even deeper," he managed to pant, slamming his ass harder and faster on Derek a few more times before he suddenly pulled all the way off.

Everything in him screamed against it, along with the steadily building magic. The room tilted a bit as he got dizzy from the sudden physical break from his mate, but he didn't stop from crawling off his mate just to turn around and essentially take the same position, just facing away from Derek this time. With a trembling hand and a wildly beating heart, he tried to get some air into his lungs as he guided the thick cock back inside to fully sit on it.

What....? No..... Derek frowned in confusion when Stiles suddenly moved off his erection and even away from him, leaving him to whine in the back of his throat in protest. It was getting so good and now his erection was twitching in the cool air, bereft of the tight heat it had been slowly inserted in. His lips had parted, an actual protest on his tongue because he wasn't okay with this, nobody was okay with this, not even the magic because there was this tug at the bond right at his stomach.

The slide downward was faster and harder this time and Stiles had to bite his own forearm to muffle the loud yell once he bottomed out with his arched back pressed against the sweaty chest.

"Oh my god... So fucking... deep... and... intense! YES!" Stiles grumbled against his bitten arm. His other hand held onto Derek's side for balance, fingers digging into the wolf's flesh while his hips circled slowly with the cock fully buried in him.

Good thing Stiles decided to move back right as Derek wanted to speak up, essentially backing into Derek with his ass and the rest of his body. "Sti-iles," the wolf moaned when he was enveloped yet again, his erection getting a little confused with all these mixed signals before it got with the program again, the pert little backside settling all the way down to rest against his pubic hairs as the older man bottomed out. The tight warm walls were enveloping him in silky heat, his hardness coring out a place within, bruising the flesh if it didn't budge.

Of course the human took charge, Stiles was such a bossy bottom that it was like a rollercoaster to have sex with him. It would be a lie if Derek said he didn't love it, because he did. He loved how Stiles was creative and would take control of the situation in his eagerness to get as much as he could. For a moment it was allowed, for a moment Derek was too busy breathing to do anything but feel this body. His hands slipped around to settle on the hips again, slowly tightening their grips to find the previous spots where bruises were going to bloom by tomorrow.

"You feel so perfect for an ember blob," Derek lightly teased, his voice catching at a particular swivel of the hips.

It was true though, Stiles felt perfect. He was perfect in his imperfections, fitting Derek like a glove in all the ways. They were impossible together and yet so right. Life without Stiles had been just as tumultuous and dangerous as with him. Although it hadn't felt as good because of the emptiness.

Fingers pressed into the flesh as Derek raised himself on his knees more, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in with a wet squelch. Holding Stiles in place, Derek started a slow thrusting rhythm, ass slapping against groin with loud fleshy sounds and the bed creaked along happily.

"Happy to... satisfy..." Stiles chuckled out of breath from Derek's tease, but it quickly turned into another moan the second those strong fingers gripped the already tender and bruising flesh of his hips. A perk of having such a pale skin. But what he loved even more was the way Derek immobilized him with such ease. How his cock slid nearly all the way out just to push right back in, rubbing along all the sensitive spots, going so maddeningly deep into him that each slow thrust pushed that little air out of his lungs which the human managed to swallow hastily during pulling back.

He knew he had to keep his voice down, but it wasn't easy. The best he could do was turning his loud moans and yells of pleasure into some whines and grunts and panting, his head bumping against the side of Derek's as his eyes rolled back into his head and his hands took hold of the wolf's forearms for leverage. He was getting completely lost as he was giving in. Giving all of him to his mate. To his alpha. To the love of his life.

Their sweaty bodies were moving in perfect harmony, each move complimenting the other, pushing them closer to their shared release. It was there, just out of reach as they kept swimming in a kind of deep pleasure only mates could experience with deep feelings for each other and a wide open bond. And they had two of such bonds. They were pulsing to the rapid beating of their hearts, the magic ready to get loose.

"D-Derek! Y-yes! So good! Keep... going!" Stiles managed to utter with his lips which were starting to go numb, his whole body tensing and trembling like a leaf from the intensity of the pleasure he was feeling. And it was growing and growing along with the magic. Goose bumps covered his glistening skin and all hairs on his body stood on end while the air around them felt thick and sizzling, fully charged with the gathering magic and their impending orgasm.

His nails dug into Derek's skin, breaking it, and more pre-cum slid along his slightly bobbing, rock-hard cock the second the rune on his forearm burned up, the Spark deep inside igniting and catching on fire, which only Stiles could see and hold back with the last remaining control he had.

"Derek! PLEASE!" Stiles whined, right at the brink of completely falling apart. But he needed his mate to come with him. It felt more important now than ever for some reason and he wanted it too. So badly!

"Not yet, not yet," Derek panted with desperate breaths. "Almost." Almost there was not even an exaggeration, he was so close that it took physical exertion to hold back and plunge within Stiles a few more times to make the build up even more intense. Despite the fact that the nails drawing blood on his arms made the pain and pleasure draw to a close, despite his hips stuttering and his body a sweating mess of matted hair and straining muscles, he drew back once more before sheathing himself for the final time.

The orgasm was as blinding as his eyes were, but not as dark. Sparks ignited behind his tightly closed eyelids, making him see fireworks exploding all over the darkness, his body shivering. Everything had curled, toes, fingers, muscles bunched up before it was all let go into this crescendo of everything. Whatever words the wolf uttered, they were lost in the guttural sounds coming from him, caught between moans and his mate's name. If they hadn't been in the Stilinski home, he might have howled.

His knot had attempted to make itself known right before the orgasm had been wrangled out of him but he had pushed it back, not yet, not now. As much as Stiles loved having it, this was theirs, their lovemaking, their intense mating filled with nothing but need.

Derek's seed spilled at the same time as Stiles' did, as if they had perfectly timed this together, the human's walls drawing the orgasm out as the contractions milked him. Not something he was even aware of, his hips stuttering and moving while the magic spilled as much as their seed did, entering him without needing any kind of prompting or balancing ritual. It glowed under his skin, like he was a bulb with the switch flipped on, glowing out of his eyes, his mouth, crawling everywhere in this fiery caress of overwhelming heat.

Slinking along the protective wall in his head, along his heart, their soul bond, rejoicing the freedom to roam, all of it within the wolf for the briefest of moments before it slithered its way back to the druid where it belonged.

There were no words to describe how this all felt to the young mage too... His whole being was shaken to the core from the intensity of their physical and spiritual release, pushing him close to fainting into that orgasm. He had never felt it this overwhelmingly – like it shook the whole world around him. He was blinded, seeing only white hot heat and pleasure, boiling in every pore, every molecule of his body as he was coming hard and long, for a change with only one broken moan because he couldn't breathe. He forgot how to.

Especially when the strangest thing happened and he felt everything – except for his burning Spark – slither through the bonds and leave him completely. It was such a shock to his system that his squirming body froze for that second, but he wasn't worried. He might have felt suddenly drained and strangely empty for that long moment, but he knew it was okay. He saw light from under his eyelids and he cracked them open enough to witness Derek light up like that. In that moment Stiles knew that he, himself had to look a lot like this each time the magic mingled into their mating and orgasm.

Derek was beautiful and radiant. So much so that Stiles rather closed his eyes and fully rode out his mind-melting orgasm, enjoying the pulsing cock and the spilling seed in his contracting ass while he spurted the last of his come onto his own sweaty stomach and groin. His mouth was dry from all the moaning and panting, but he just couldn't stop it while the magic rushed back into him and settled more and more, filling him with satisfaction and peace. The balance was fully restored. Actually... somehow more than before, but the druid was too far gone to stop and try to analyze why he felt like that.

Instead he sagged against his equally panting mate and let go of a bloody forearm to lazily smear his own seed across his stomach, hips slowly circling as they were both starting to very slowly come down from probably the most intense orgasm they had ever shared together so far.

Completely and utterly spent, Derek gently eased them both on their sides to lay down on the bed so they could stretch out their legs. His softening cock slid out from the wet hole with the movement as some of his semen trickled out as well. They were both covered in a sheen of sweat, the entire room stinking of sex. A scent which was slowly starting to become normal despite them airing it out daily and being clean with their sheets. Some things couldn't be hidden from a sensitive werewolf nose. Luckily they could from human noses such as unfortunate dads whose house they were living in.

The wounds on his arm and leg had already healed over, leaving small drops of smeared blood behind as the only evidence it had even happened at all. His mouth was completely dry and he was parched, his body throbbing in the afterglow of an orgasm that had been way too intense. Yeah, there was not going to be a round two this time, they were both completely wracked. Licking his dry lips, Derek shifted so the seed wouldn't dry between them and make for a sticky situation.

Almost lazily he opened his eyes to blink away the fluids collected there, only to blink in surprise when instead of the normal darkness with the ember shape, a fuzzy darkened room formed. His brain had to catch up with the fact that his eyes worked again. It took a moment before it all sharpened into focus. Like the bed-light glowing in the corner, their clothes strewn near the closed door, the pale body he was spooned up against. For weeks it had been impossible, he hadn't been ready and now...

"Stiles," he whispered against the sweaty locks of his mate. "Stiles, I can see." That's what the magic had been doing when it had decided to go on an excursion in his body! It had deemed him ready enough to be healed so it had done it. Just like that. No spell needed. Like Jennifer had only needed to place her hand on Deucalion's eyes to make him see again.

He could see! A sigh of relief fell from his lips.

The exhausted druid's whole body was still trembling and throbbing everywhere, the magic settling nicely and nearly 'satisfied' with itself, if it was even possible. It felt like that to Stiles while the Spark drew back from the flames into a smoldering amber energy deep inside. His mind was sluggishly slow for a change, still trying to comprehend the intensity of their orgasm and mating. They went through Stiles like a steamroller, leaving him just lying there and relearning how to breathe, his muscles lightly cramping here and there time after time.

It was no wonder that in such a state detecting the surprise from his mate and comprehending his words took him a moment. Then...

"WHAT?!" he scrambled to push himself up enough to turn around. It made him grunt a bit uncomfortably from the strain it put on his muscles and tender ass, but he didn't care. His own eyes were wide and more aware, hands going up to cup Derek's bearded cheeks in shock. "Oh my god!" he rasped as the familiar green orbs came into his view. Not red. Not white. Green!

He quickly glimpsed at his fingers to count them. Five. He wasn't dreaming! This was real! From that realization his still slightly glowing eyes welled up and a relieved sob made its way out of his throat without his permission. But he didn't care about that either.

"Derek!" It's all he could say because now suddenly everything made sense. Why he felt the purpose in his Spark. Why the magic took a detour into his mate. Why he felt the balance more complete than for a long time. "This is so... amazing!" he cry-laughed and pressed closer to the other man, his hands caressing the captured cheeks in disbelief. The relief was palpable in both of them and Stiles felt like suddenly suffocating from the happiness that was bubbling up in him. "You... okay?" he managed to utter. Not just his eyes physically but mentally too now that the darkness Derek had used as a crutch against the hallucinations was gone.

The reaction to his calmly whispered admission was explosive and it was hilarious how it showed the difference between the two of them. There was Derek who was careful to keep his voice lowered and make no sudden movements since he had assumed Stiles was sore from the sex. And then there was the human who had raised his voice and turned around in a flurry of frantic movements, hurting himself in the process. It brought a smile to his face because it was so them.

It was probably funnier to him because there was a giddiness from the sex and the knowledge he could see again, but he clearly wasn't as happy as his mate who was busy cry-laughing to show how much it meant to him. The hands clutched at the beard which he was finally able to trim back to something more acceptable since Stiles had already remarked how it was more like a bush these days than a beard. The wolf didn't particularly care about any of that. He’d see in the morning and mirrors were something he used when he had to, not a particular fan of them.

"I think so, yeah." It was too soon to tell if the hallucinations were fully gone with the few minutes of sight he had but so far the walls were walls and Stiles hadn't turned into something dead and bloodied. That was probably going to be reserved for his dreams and possible flashbacks but hopefully not anymore when he was awake. The magic wouldn't have done it otherwise, he reasoned, no use in giving him his sight back if the hallucinations would be back and making everything difficult for him and Stiles again. Magic, when wielded right and for the right reasons, was surprisingly reasonable and wouldn't do anything without it making sense.

To check though, he let his eyes roam around him, checking the ceiling and walls, the floor, Stiles again, the door, the furniture. It all looked harmless, normal. Nothing moved, nothing transformed, there was no blood anywhere and his mouth wasn't filled with ashes. "As long as you don't start fires around me, I think we're good." They'd know for sure if by tomorrow the sight remained the same but for now, he was going to enjoy being able to see his mate again. With a soft look in his eyes, he reached out to tug at a few strands of hair from Stiles, which was also getting longer.

"Hi there."

Stiles' heart was beating fast and erratically again. Now not from the amazing sex, but this discovery. He was holding his breath back too with a bit of nervousness as he let Derek look around. He too doubted that the magic would heal Derek before time, but he had to make sure. Living through the blinding process again was something he never wanted a repeat of. He still had nightmares about it sometimes.

His sigh was relieved and he took a much needed shaky breath once Derek confirmed the good news. But that wasn't the real reason why all the tension bled out of his naked body. No, it was because of the way Derek tugged at his hair and looked at him. Looked at him. The green eyes were actually seeing him and after such a long time, he could finally see the softness and love he had missed much more than he realized until now.

"Hi there..." he repeated hoarsely, a few fresh teardrops slipping down on his face but he quickly blinked the rest away, because he wanted to return that gaze with his own. To let Derek see not just feel his deep love and happiness for him. He and his magic did that! Derek's eyesight was healed! His slightly swollen and still sensitive lips pulled into a warm smile. It was like greeting his mate again after a long absence. Even if Derek had never left. In that moment Stiles could've tugged on the bond to peek into how Derek really felt about seeing his mate after what felt like an eternity, but Stiles didn't do that, just stared back at him while gently caressing his beard.

"I heal with sex. I have sex magic!" he suddenly blurted out, because of course he did in the most romantic moment.

The response to that was an eye-roll, because Derek could express those again, visibly. They had been frequent but when the entire eye had been a white orb, it hadn't had the same impact as it did now. Same with glares. Derek had missed being able to glare. Not that he felt the need to glare at his mate. Derek snorted and leaned in to nuzzle his nose against a smooth cheek, still smoothly shaved as always. Because Stiles couldn't grow much of a beard, it was more peach fuzz whenever he tried.

"Only with me so don't get any ideas," the wolf had to point out possessively. Not that he was having thoughts of Stiles cheating on him, because he never would. As flawed as they both were, they were extremely loyal, had only eyes for the one they were interested in and wouldn't even dream of others. Wolves were monogamous and they were too invested in the one mate and gave themselves completely. They could survive a bondmate's death, if there has been enough time passed since the bond had been made. Just as they would survive the loss of pack bonds. They could choose not to bond at all because some packs were polyamorous, but not Derek. Stiles was it for him, by choice.

That stupid little grin on his mate's face made Derek frown, knowing exactly what the next words were going to be. Something along the lines of ‘I'm a sex healer’. Sometimes he did wonder why Stiles was it for him. Derek clearly had a thing for idiots who ruined moments with their big mouths and silly grins. Still, the grin on his own face was probably just as silly, and he was most likely giving what Cora referred to as ‘heart-eyes’ to Stiles. "How are you feeling? Healing can take a lot out of you." Then again so did sex so Stiles could be tired from both and not feel much of a difference.

"You look good, glowing." Stiles looked really good, a little skinny though. But a curious glance to his own body revealed they both had lost some weight lately. Something easily fixed.

Stiles' silly grin turned into a satisfied one and looked as if he was going to start purring happily from the show of possessiveness. It wasn't just an alpha or mate thing for Stiles. It was because Derek was the one who felt possessive over him. Who had eyes only for him for some unknown and baffling reason. Stiles often asked himself the question what someone so strong and amazing like Derek would see in his annoying self, but he'd never complain about that. Instead he nuzzled back against the wolf's cheek before staring into the warm green eyes again – as if not being able to get enough of seeing them again. Which was true.

"Oh... a 'sex healer'...That's a good one, I'm gonna use that," he grinned, unwittingly catching that single thought probably because he was too connected to Derek right now after their successful mating and healing session. He sometimes did that. Accidentally catching Derek’s thoughts. Often not even realizing it. But now he did and he chuckled, raking his slender fingers through the bushy beard. "Only your sex healer, of course..." he purred happily.

And then looked down on his own body too. The sweat was dried on his skin but it was indeed still glowing a bit from the settling magic. The dark bruises were already very much visible on his hips and his own cum was drying smeared over his stomach. Now that was a bit gross and it was starting to get itchy, but he ignored that in order to enjoy the gaze of his mate on his bare self.

"I'm feeling... happy and relieved and a bit tired, but I'll live..." he sighed dramatically and rolled onto his back, with that giving Derek the opportunity to ogle him some more if he wanted. "Dunno if I look good enough to eat, though..." he added, playing down the fact that the magic didn't heal his small injuries. Probably because it was focused on fixing Derek's eyes and it did take some considerable amount of energy out of Stiles too, but it was far from what Deaton had predicted.

Stiles was underestimating how much Derek loved things which others might consider dirty. The dried seed wasn't a problem for him, nor the scent of sweat and the salt it created on their bodies. His eyes roved over the worn body, pausing on the bruises on the hips knowing those would fit the size of his fingertips perfectly. "You look good enough to eat." Stiles would always look good to him, no matter how much his appearance would change, he'd always be Stiles inside and that was all that mattered to the wolf.

Maybe he should prove it, despite them being exhausted, he wanted to. Stiles deserved to feel as loved and cared for as much as he had done for Derek, all the caring he had done the past months. Sure, it was part of who they were. Derek would always get himself in trouble, be the one injured because he was the one to fling himself into danger to protect others. Usually he'd be quicker in healing though. This time that had taken maybe a little too long and was still happening, inside in his head. "You're always good enough to eat," he vowed as he pushed himself lower, sliding down the human's body until his head was right where Stiles was dirty.

The wolf didn't hesitate to lick the toned stomach, tasting the bitter dried come and sweat, a mixture of both their tastes. It wasn't as good with it dried, but that wasn't the point, the point was to clean his mate. To show with his tongue how beautiful he was, how loved he was. How Derek would do anything and everything for him and to him without shame or hesitation.

Derek's praising words always took Stiles a bit off guard, because he wasn't that used to being complimented. Sure, he got such nods for his accomplishments at work or sometimes after successfully saving lives, solving riddles in the past, or being complimented by Deaton during their practices, but this was different. It's been a while before Derek that he had been in a relationship and since they entered this one, he knew well that Derek wasn't big on words. Yes, he expressed his appreciation and love in other ways many times, but such words were rare and thus treasured by the younger man.

So no wonder his cheeks colored and he slightly gasped for air as he watched Derek get reacquainted with his stomach. The hot breath and that first lick caused his abs to contract and a moan escaped him. He squirmed a bit to get his legs open a bit more so Derek could lie between them better and for himself to get into a more comfortable position.

"I'm... very happy to hear that..." he managed to whisper, one hand going down to let his fingers get lost in the longer curls of his mate. He didn't guide him just rested them there for more physical contact, which seemed to be a must between them after such a powerful mating.

The blush stayed though. Not because he'd find this dirty – no, Stiles thought it was hot as fuck and something he'd totally expect from a born wolf mate to do to him. It stayed more because of what he felt from Derek through the bonds. How open he was now. How eager to care for him. To please and clean him. To make Stiles feel happy and content and special. And he did feel very special and happy as he relaxed against the bed and let Derek do whatever he wanted with him.

"I'm yours," he whispered, giving in to the urge to tell his wolf.

"You are," Derek agreed as he kissed the stomach. "You're mine and I’m yours." Another kiss, lower, his lips sliding along the cooling skin to show his love. "And you deserve everything." His kisses went downwards, licking and nibbling the skin to clean it until he found the soft cock in a nest of soiled hair. Stiles came a considerable amount and it had dripped all over. Flicking his eyes upwards for a moment to make sure his mate was watching him closely, Derek sucked the entire length into his mouth. Using his tongue and lips to clean it before he released it.

What Derek was doing to him was nearly too much, but Stiles watched it nonetheless. Watched him lick his stomach clean then met that hypnotizing green gaze when his soft cock was swallowed and thoroughly cleaned, too. Stiles cursed from that. Didn't remember the words but he had to curse and moan as his still sensitive cock struggled to come alive again, but his body was too spent for that. And he knew this wasn't about Derek initiating a second round. No, this was to show his mate how much Derek loved and appreciated him.

And it was blowing Stiles' poor mind all over again.

And Derek wasn't even done, he had only just started. The wolf gently parted the younger man's legs more, revealing everything to him and his hungry gaze. The entrance was red and puffy, some of the fluids leaking out, and it looked too well-used and in need of some loving care. His lips sealed around the swollen rim so his tongue could press against it to soothe it, tasting his own cum, bitter and potent on his tongue. Not that it mattered to him to taste himself. The wet tongue pushed inside, coaxing more semen out, cleaning his mate as he had intended.

He may not say it in the ways Stiles does, he may not use his words as often or as useful but he had his ways to show Stiles how much he was loved. There was no way he could heal the bruises, nor was that something the other desired because they both loved to mark too much. However the discomfort was felt, the muscles were straining and the ass ached from the abuse it had taken with the deep thrusts so he pulled some of the pain away. Not all of it, the human wanted it, wanted to feel when he walked what they had done but he didn't need to suffer for it.

Black lines leeched up his hands, disappearing above his wrists before fading, the pain wasn't of influence to him and it was barely there, too brief and too sharp to be felt for long. At the same time he sucked on the rim to coach his own release into his mouth.

Stiles wanted to cover his face with his bitten arm to hide all the blushing – like Derek did not so long ago during a hot sex session between them – but opted against it because the sight was something to behold and treasure and burn into his mind for an eternity as he obediently opened his legs and then quietly panted and cursed some more both from the thorough yet gentle cleaning that amazing tongue and mouth did on his sensitive hole, and also from the slight pain-pulling which left more pleasure in its wake.

He had an idea what Derek's plan was, but Stiles was so very busy with making sounds of pleasure and appreciation and also welcoming the love of his mate through each worshiping touch and lick and kiss and their bonds. It was all making his head spin again. Because that's exactly what Derek was doing. Loving and worshiping him as if he was some kind of a god or something. Which wasn't true, but that thought curled Stiles' fingers into a fist in Derek's hair, the other doing the same around the sheet.

"Ohmygod, yes, I love you too, Derek!" Stiles groaned just when his abused hole contracted and pushed more of the wolf's nice amount of cum out for Derek to catch. "Now... feed it to me!" he groaned on a needy voice, because he wanted that taste to coat his tongue. He wanted to be marked more by his mate.

Derek hadn't swallowed, knowing exactly what kind of a demand was going to be made before it had been uttered. Sometimes their likes and dislikes in bed popped up in the most normal daily situations and he had remembered how Stiles had expressed how he loved something like this, calling it ‘dirty’. It wasn't to the Hale, it wasn't dirty at all to him. He wanted Stiles to smell like his seed all over, cover him in his scent so when they curled up and breathed one another in, he could smell it on his breath. If that all was considered dirty, then so be it.

He'd roll around in the sheets in the morning if their scents had faded from him, there was never anything dirty about liking their fluids and bodily acts. Mouth full, Derek crawled upwards, drawing those pouty lips into a kiss as his tongue pushed the warm release into the human's mouth. It was a filthy kind of kiss with spit and cum leaking out from their mouths, his tongue catching the spills to swallow them himself.

Panting against Stiles’ lips, the scent was overwhelming. "Thank you," the wolf whispered, not wanting to specify what for. It was for everything. For them being together, for moving back to Beacon Hills to be with Derek, for accepting his daughter as his own child, for caring for a mate which had gone insane, for accepting the rut as being part of their lives, for giving his eyesight back. But mostly for accepting a very flawed and troubled Derek Hale as he was and never asking him to change. For making his life better.

‘Us against the world.’ That's what Stiles had once said. And it felt like it. Together they could do so much more. He was done being the lone wolf.

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