Yes, yes, yes!

This was pure magic. Figuratively and literally speaking too. It took Stiles' breath away just as much as that hard cock penetrating and stretching him. He was ready for it, but the stretch was still nearly too much too quickly. But he took it with a gasp and when Derek bottomed out, he echoed his moan, nails digging deeply into the slick and hot back.

This was way beyond the normal connecting of their bodies. As Derek bottomed out, the magic filled him too, making him arch his back as he felt it flow along his veins, flaring up inside. His eyes, unknowingly red since he had been prepping Stiles, took on an amber shine like he was on fire from the inside out. It stole away his breath and voice, leaving him growling like the wolf he truly was. A tremble ran through him, as his body absorbed the magic, like a dried out sponge requiring hydration.

It left Derek hunched over Stiles, leaning on his elbows shivering and panting, beads of sweat running down his face. And instead of talking, he moved. His hips pulled back a little, his erection sliding back out but not fully, before he pushed in again.

The wolf felt even hotter to the touch. Through half-open eyes while kissing, Stiles could see their mingling energies. He could feel his magic pour out of him in waves, swirling and then disappearing in Derek and his red alpha power. It was a rush for Stiles, making his previously half-hard cock go painfully erect again. His heart was beating like crazy, lungs not getting enough air, no matter how hard he was panting. And his chest was aching. Not physically. Metaphisically. His magic and life force, his very soul were trembling and flowing towards that golden thread between their tummies. It was getting brighter, thicker, stronger.

For a few moments Stiles thought Derek would suck his very being dry, but he didn't panic. He would give anything and everything this man needed from him, so he stayed open and then that wonderful distraction happened: Derek started to move.

The scent of ozone and sweat and sex were strong, the Camaro lightly rocking under them and he wrapped his legs higher and tighter around Derek to give him better access. To go deeper, to wreck him into a whining and moaning mess, nails leaving quickly healing bloody marks on the broad back, whole body trembling so much that he wasn't sure he wasn't going to shake apart by the seams.

If Stiles died right now, it would be the best death. He would go happily like this – the naked Derek Hale between his legs, in his body. In his heart and soul, drenched in his magic and scent.

"My wolf..." he whispered with brightly glowing amber eyes, his slender fingers reaching up to touch the sweaty face. "Kiss me. Take me. I'm yours," he added on a magic-laced, slightly echoing voice. He had no idea where those words came from, but he felt the urge to say them.

There was no more taking Derek could do, because they were entwined everywhere and fully. The magic connected as much as their bodies were. His movements were slow but his thrusts were deep, his hips rolling with the motion while nails pulled gauges on his back. He took his time, it was too intense to go fast when they needed to focus on breathing, on tasting their tongues while they kissed.

Derek had forgotten they were in the Camaro, in the middle of the preserve, had forgotten about time and why and when and how. All that really mattered was the moment they were in, his body knowing what to do, too deeply embedded within Stiles and to keep feeling the wet warmth surrounding him. It could be minutes, it could be hours.

"Mine," he gasped against the shell of an ear, claws had replaced his fingernails and he was careful to cup his mate without harming him, caressing his thumb along a sweaty cheek. A thick erection was between them, rubbing against his stomach with the way he was leaning on Stiles, sliding along him as he moved. It left sticky pre-come all over him, slicking the way.

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The way Derek stated that he indeed was his made Stiles groan and arch his back, the magic between them throbbing and swelling. He had had enough training on the field to know that spoken out words had power – especially when magic was involved too. And in their case it was true for sure.

The moment Derek said that, Stiles felt something snap into place again. It was deeper than before. He had only a vague idea about what was going on, but it felt too good, too right to dwell on it right now.

He just tipped his head back to let Derek kiss and lick along his bare throat. Another sign of Stiles' submission. He could feel Derek's slip of control, the claws' presence and barely there touch. It warmed his heart to know that even now Derek put his safety first. Because he was (more or less) human. Fragile and vulnerable. For a brief moment Stiles wondered if Derek would act differently if he wasn't. It didn't matter in that moment though. Because they were there, connecting on a so much deeper level than Stiles could ever imagine.

Something large prodded against the tight entrance, going a little deeper with every thrust until the thick bulge was fully accepted inside and was swelling even more. The moment Derek had knotted fully, without even able to stop it from happening, he shivered, groaning loudly. It was too much and too tight and he couldn't move anymore.

Stiles had read in werewolf lore that born ones could knot, but that fact dawned on him just when it breached him, making him whine from the too much stretch. Right until it settled in him and Derek made some seriously wrecking sounds.

"St-Stiles…" Warm hot sperm shot deeply inside, coating the tight walls again and again and again. Endlessly. Derek was almost convinced he had died. Again.

Stiles felt the first waves hitting him on the inside and he had to reach between them to jerk himself. Derek just knotted him and was now filling up his belly with all the wolf goodness he had. It took only a few pulls and Stiles' body clamped down hard on the deeply buried cock and knot. He cried out loud as he began messing their bellies up.

This was perfect beyond measure...

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