The reaction to Derek’s words wasn't missed, and he wasn't going to be good at the real dirty talk, but if Stiles liked the way he said directly what he wanted, he could do that. He wanted to do that, just to hear that hitch in his voice when he cursed out his pleasure from hearing it. As his ass was grabbed so Stiles could fuck into him a little harder, he groaned out a breathless chuckle, his thumb caressing the mole-dotted face. "I wouldn't want your control to be lost so we should do this daily. To help you."

The hands went from his ass up his back to grab his nape but instead of caressing the short hairs there, the fingers pressed at him to push him down into a kiss. He wanted to protest that even though he was slightly hardening against Stiles' body, he had just came and even a werewolf body needed a moment to recuperate. But the Hale was too busy kissing his mate to protest and the promise of staining Stiles with his come was a very tempting one. The more often, the better so their scents would soak and mingle even into the pores of their skin. Maybe even lick it off Stiles and tell him not to shower. That thought made his dick chub considerably though it didn't do the trick fully. No, that's what the magic did.

The golden tendrils shot along his back in a flow of lava, tickling at his skin before they soaked into him to settle into his belly in a swirl of pleasure. The warmth caressed down to his groin, causing a rock-hard erection faster than any spell or medication ever could, if medication would work on a werewolf.

"I should have known you'd make sure." They were both so well-matched, unable to be passive in their mating, no matter the roles in bed and that is what he loved about it. Derek had never been attracted to submissive persons, not for himself. He wanted the confidence, the cockiness, the bossiness, somebody able to deal with him and not let him bully them with his blunt behavior. Stiles was that, and more.

Sucking on his mate's tongue, he gave into the magic prodding at him, letting it flow as it pleased within him as long as Stiles would remember to take it all back before they disconnected.

For a while Stiles was too busy kissing Derek (and himself) silly. He only broke their deep passionate kiss to come up for air, by then his hips meeting each downward slide with some harder and a bit faster stabs from the best angle. They were still moving in perfect sync, their movements passionate and in a way fluid.

"A daily practice of this is something I'd like very much..." he grinned up at his wolf, eyes a bright amber color. They slowly moved down to watch one hand press against the middle of Derek's broad chest as his fingertips turned the same color, making some swirls run across the wolf's skin, glowing there as they sunk under, slowly fading. It made him feel... so strange. But from the good kind of strange. It took him a moment or two to realize that – if it was possible at all – his magic felt... 'free' and 'happy' to be able to roam free in his mate, who was so accepting and... 'compatible' with it. The young emissary didn't know how he knew this, but he could... feel it that this was the case. He smiled kinda fascinated by that then that smile turned into a dirty lopsided one as an idea came into his mind and he glimpsed up at Derek while his fingertips stroked down the flexing abs.

"Well of course I'd make sure you give me what I want in return of me giving you what you want, Derek..." he licked his own bottom lip to wet it, just as his slightly glowing hand wrapped around the moist and once again rock-hard cock. The magic waited only for that moment to repeat what it did on Derek's chest – but now it spread across the captured cock and hot groin. The anticipation made Stiles' own dick throb again and he held his breath as well, watching Derek's every reaction.

"Not just this, daily practice of everything," Derek corrected even though it was considerably harder to think, his mind fuzzy and focused on what was happening to his body. It was a good kind of fuzziness created by the magic flowing into him from the golden-tinted fingertips caressing along his chest, warming the hard muscles. The moment he had let go, it seemed like the golden lava was eager to get acquainted with his body again, like an entity feeling at home within him, greeting him like an old lover with a warm hug flooding him. He didn't know why it was that way, the way they were so compatible and at ease but it had to be a good thing considering the magic was part of his mate.

The werewolf paused in his movements when the hand wrapped around him, pulsing magic into him in a way that took his breath. Pleasure made his stomach flutter and he didn't think he could get much harder than he was at this very moment, it felt like bursting, with how he went from hard to ready to nut with only the grip of fingers on his flesh. Speechless, Derek moaned, a deep sound in the back of his throat, almost like he was dying from pleasure and that wasn't maybe that far from the truth. "Not yet, almost... when you're... ready."

He wanted a few more rough and hard thrusts, so he clenched around Stiles to give him the hint in a way his voice at the moment couldn't. A shuddering breath left him and he had to lower his head in an attempt to breathe as his body shivered and his eyes flared almost ember too.

Stiles momentarily forgot his own need and deep urge to come. His focus was completely on Derek and his reactions and he was looking at him in deep awe. The "marks" of his magic on him were beautiful. They made Derek more... radiant and breathtaking somehow. The way he was so one with him, so ready for the final act pulsed through their bonds, through the touch he had on his leaking cock and trembling thigh. It was blowing Stiles' mind on a different kind of level.

The clenching around him did the trick, though, and he moved without even realizing it. One moment he was lying on his back, admiring his mate so lost in pleasure, the next he was sitting up, one glowing hand still wrapped around him, the other stroking down on the sweat-slick back before resting on Derek's ass. Stiles kissed him again then, squeezing said firm bottom to make him move. Then he leaned on that hand behind him to get some leverage with his hips and bucked up harder than before. The slow magical slide of his hand on the shaft was probably like torture for Derek, but Stiles ignored that in favor of brushing their lips together again. But this time the initiated kiss was more demanding. Just like his steady hard thrusts hitting Derek's prostate, his magic soaking into his pores just as much as the wolf's scent in his.

And from there it was a blur for him because he too gave into his pleasure – cock sliding in and out with ease, pants and moans being swallowed into the wolf's open mouth and his hand jerking Derek to the rhythm of his trusts. He was quickly right there too, his magic pulsing in both of them, urging them to become one and he broke the kiss for long enough only to look into those curiously colored eyes and groan between Derek's wet lips.

"Come with me..." he whispered only that then he yelled his pleasure into the wolf's mouth to muffle the loud sound somewhat. The pleasure was blinding and like burning him alive. He had no control over his hips anymore, he was just exploding both physically and metaphysically. As his seed began flooding the pulsing tightness and his jerking hand felt the warning throbs of Derek’s cock ready to release, his magic washed over them both, burning away everything else but the feeling of home.

Unaware of the way the magic was crackling along his skin in the way it would do to Stiles, Derek’s focus was on his lover only, distributing his weight onto his knees so Stiles could sit up without having to deal with a werewolf squashing him. It made him bend a bit forward, the leaning over the human as they almost folded into one another without once losing the contact their bodies made. It changed the angle considerably, giving Stiles more freedom to thrust up harder, his prostate now the target of the thickness pummeling along it.

Derek barely kissed back, his mouth opened to let his mate dominate the kiss as much as he was taking his body because he didn't even have the capacity to think about breathing, let alone kissing, his body gearing up for the big finale they both knew was about to come. The wolf's body was a long stretch of gleaming gold muscle, the globes of his ass flexing with every thrust it took while his erection thrived under the attention of the hand and magic. It felt like he was brought close to something that was going to be devastatingly overwhelming.

Stiles panted into his open mouth, yelling so loudly that Derek quickly swallowed the sounds with his tongue, feeling the slickness leak out of his abused hole as the thrusts were nothing more than shivered shocks as the pleasure washed over him as well. The magic was like a flood, taking everything he had to offer, his come splattering between them, his head throbbing as much as his slowly softening cock did. It was mind-blowing yet again, maybe even taking their consciousness for a moment. All he could do was breathe into the equally panting mouth, body pulsing with the afterglow but his muscles didn't protest. They were used to Derek's limberness and his way of pushing his body to the max.

Derek was pretty sure his voice was stolen, kissed and fucked away to beyond his grasp. The TV downstairs was even louder now, probably to drown out their sounds because they hadn't been quiet, more acted like men possessed.

It took Stiles a minute or two to be able to think more or less clearly again, but he didn't mind it at all. His body and magic were throbbing satisfied. The kind of pleasant tiredness started settling into his strained muscles that came after good sex. And this was more than good. It was... overwhelming and perfect. Each time it felt better and better with Derek and this fact alone was still blowing Stiles' mind. He couldn't get used to it. He never ever had a lover from either gender who could make him feel like this. Give this much pleasure and making every second so damn intense.

Finally stilling his hips and the hand on the by then probably too sensitive cock, Stiles sighed satisfied and closed his eyes to concentrate on settling and pulling his magic back from Derek. He wondered if he might be a bit high from it now too, but otherwise continued what he was doing, watching as the golden lines and glow around his mate started fading. From the corner of his eye he could see his own amber aura brightening up – just like the tendrils along his back and shoulder area and the glowing of his eyes. He then muttered a few words under his nose, something he had read in the emissary book, to pull the magic back into him. It felt like gently pushing it towards his core, his Spark, then putting a lid on it. He found this particular ward very helpful with maintaining his control over his magic.

Smiling at Derek, Stiles lifted his hand to lick some of the wolf's salty cum off his fingers, grinning playfully at him as he pulled Derek in with an arm for a proper kiss. He loved the weight of his man on his lap. Loved the feeling of his cock softening in that tight and now very wet heat. He especially loved that their bodies were still linked, his soul feeling all warm and fuzzy and light.

"At one point your eyes were a mixture of red and amber. How are you feeling?" he asked after breaking the kiss and while running his fingers through Derek's hair then putting that arm around the broad shoulders to keep him close. He wasn't ready to let him go just yet.

Having the magic pull back, was maybe a relief? It wasn't that he minded it but it could be overwhelming as it makes thinking hard when there was so much of it swirling inside, focused on the pleasure they both had been feeling. At least after the orgasms, it had stopped pulsing with it as well. Now what was left pulsing in him was the soft cock of his lover, firmly settled within his warmth since they were both reluctant to move. There was a wetness coating inside, as a reminder of what they had just done. Getting comfortable in the lap, he kissed back hazily, tasting mostly himself on Stiles' tongue.

Burrowing his face in his mate's neck, he inhaled his scent as spit-slicked fingers ran through his sweat soaked locks. They were a mess, a sweaty, come-covered mess. And he loved feeling like that, the way his semen was sticky between them, rubbing into their skin with the way they were pressed close. Even a human nose would be able to smell the sex on them now and that was a nicely filthy thought to have.

"Somewhat overwhelmed." As in thoroughly fucked by Stiles in many ways. The magic had been a little too much but he wasn't as high as he had been yesterday, day before? He was starting to lose track of time with it all blending into one big event. "I didn't know emissaries can be pleasure conduits like that." Using magic to enhance the experience. It had certainly seemed eager to get inside of him. He wasn't exhausted though, pleasantly tired from an intense love making session, sure but not near passing out like before. It had been amazing though and he didn't regret foolishly surprising Stiles with unprepared sex. It had only added to the experience.

"You?" The head didn't move, Derek kept his face pressed against the long lean neck to give the skin a kiss.

Stiles' eyes were closed and he shivered and smiled from the scratchy kiss and hot breath against his neck, raising goose bumps on his sensitive skin. In response his arm around Derek's shoulders tightened, long fingers stroking the warm skin lazily. His other hand slid down along the wolf's spine, resting on his ass.

"Same here. Mind's kinda fuzzy still, but it's a good kind of light-headed feeling," he murmured, leaning his head on Derek's as he was still so lost in his neck and scent. "I think it's possible because we are mates too and my magic is so compatible with you and our bonds are strong ones," he shared his theory as he didn't find much about that in the emissary book either. "Or maybe it's a property I can thank for being a Spark type of emissary," he hummed, enjoying Derek's closeness, warmth and scent just as much as the lingering scent of sex and musk and sweat. "I love it though. Makes me feel so much closer to you..." he whispered, leaving out that he also felt closer to that certain warm and fuzzy – gradually growing – feeling that was Derek's and he could feel it through the open bond so easily. It always warmed him up too, because it made him feel special and worthy for this man.

He moved Derek a little bit by his ass so his now soft cock could finally slip free, sending a small shudder up Stiles' spine, but he ignored it and rather slid his fingers to the wet entrance. He needed to feel it. Feel his own mark on the well-fucked wolf. Biting his own bottom lip, he made a small satisfied sound as he felt some thick wetness oozing out of Derek – just to be gently pushed back into the loose hole by two of his fingers.

There was a noise of disappointed protest when Stiles moved enough to let his cock slip free, Derek was a fan of keeping them inside for as long as possible and it hadn't been nearly long enough in his opinion. However, the cock was replaced by fingers scooping up the come oozing out to push it back in. The digits slipped in with ease, he was open and wet enough to invite them right in. It made him moan because it was a very possessive thing to do, wanting to keep the semen inside by plugging the puffy hole with fingers.

Gripping Stiles' shoulders, he adjusted his own body to give more access to his mate while he kissed the bitten bottom lip, sucking it into his own mouth so he could dip his tongue in for another deep kiss. Of course he knew Stiles was possessive, almost like a wolf. He had named his own jeep and had never gotten rid of it for one. He stole Derek's clothes and looked all smug when Derek ended up wearing some of his, he kept trying to mark the Hale in ways that wouldn't heal and kept rubbing himself against him because he knew wolves scent-marked. Derek's way to show off ownership was far more subtle but he basked in the attention being given to him when Stiles needed to claim. If anything, he completely loved the shamelessness in Stiles always finding ways to keep on marking.

"I'd keep you inside of me forever if I could." It felt like he could never get enough of this, of them sharing their bodies and their love, that lust being flamed so often when sex hadn't been important to him before. And now he was hooked on Stiles, hooked on connecting in every way possible. 'All mine' those fingers said as they were stuffed deep inside.

The grin that blossomed on Stiles' face after their kiss was smug and satisfied at the same time. He loved how much Derek loved his possessive side and he also loved that the wolf let him be like that with him. Catching Derek's bottom lip to lightly tug on it before letting it slip free, Stiles lightly moved his fingers in and out to spread and feel his seed a bit more. It was such a rush for his ego every damn time. Taking control like this at times always felt empowering because it meant that Derek trusted him enough to allow it. His trust and consent were two things that Stiles kept close to his heart because he had worked hard to earn both. They were that sweet prize at the end. His treasured secret trophies.

"That's one of the most romantic things you've ever said to me," Stiles leaned his forehead against Derek's, the arm from around his shoulder moved so he could caress a stubbly cheek with closed eyes. "But I am always inside you... here..." he slid his hand down onto the center of Derek's chest. "As long as our bonds exist," he murmured, rubbing his nose along the other's, smiling, eyes still closed. "As long as I am yours and you are mine," he added like an afterthought.

The fingers moving in and out of him in a lazy pace made slick sounds, the semen pulled out to be pushed in again over and over, preventing his opening from tightening up. It was distracting to be used like that while Stiles talked to him but listening to him kept his muscles loose and pliant. It hadn't been meant in a romantic way, it was a heat of the moment comment of wanting to have sex all day long with Stiles if possible. So it had been meant as raunchy but his mate certainly knew how to spin it in another direction with practiced ease. Stiles was, and had been, very good in using his words.

"You are mine," Derek growled, because that was not going to be unclear to anybody. Stiles was his as much as he could be his, as much as he was Stiles'. The human decided to show him that by kissing his breath away, letting his emotions bleed through, the love he was feeling, the fondness and absolute way he enjoyed what they were doing and had just done.

Stiles’ possessiveness was still there, but slunk back into the background in favor of another slow and sensual kiss. It lasted for minutes, Stiles taking his time to explore every nook, taste, his emotions bleeding into his moves, but he didn't mind opening up to Derek to the degree he never did with anyone else. Sitting there on his childhood bedroom floor with his lap full of mate and making out lazily like teenagers (after amazing sex) was something that quickly became one of his favorite things to do because it meant he could get lost in said mate.

So completely in fact that he didn't even hear the footsteps so the knocking on the door froze him up – secretly glad that he didn't accidentally bite Derek's tongue off.

"Hey, lovebirds! Melissa called. They'll be back in around an hour with Beth. I suggest you clean up until then," the sheriff said through the door on a quite amused (and in the know) voice before walking back downstairs, obviously not waiting for an answer.

"Awkward..." Stiles giggled after the initial shock, his cheeks and ears burning as if he was caught in the actual act.

The footsteps were no surprise, but judging from the way Stiles stiffened, Derek should have warned him? Nah, not happening. He would have if he had thought Noah would open that door but it had been locked and the father had known exactly what they were doing, nobody wanted to be in that awkward position of being caught in the act. But he should have pulled away a little because Stiles had clamped down on his tongue, luckily without teeth. "If we open up the window, we can take our time showering."

Reaching behind him, Derek pulled the fingers out of him, causing the wetness to trickle out after all. The fingers were guided to Derek's mouth as he sucked them clean, tasting himself and Stiles. He swirled his tongue around them, giving his mate a look.

"We should invest in a plug," he informed almost casually, loving the idea of keeping the semen inside of him for as long as possible.

"Oh god... Fuck..." Stiles thought he died a little both from his fingers being sucked clean and that casually dropped comment. They both added to the 'you are mine' statement that was still echoing pleasantly in his mind from a moment earlier. It was crazy how much Derek could wreck him with one action or comment of his. It was another thing on the long list that the younger man loved about him. "Or in two... I love your cum in me too, you know," he grinned and stole another kiss to taste himself on Derek's tongue too.

"Alright... you go start the shower while I open the window and get us some clean clothes. Though... I have to admit that washing your scent off me is an idea I'm not particularly fond of. I think our bonds are giving me more than just the ability of borrowed healing. It's turning me a bit into a wolf too. I can smell myself on you too now," he chuckled, slapping Derek's bare ass. "Come on, move..." he urged and waited for Derek to climb off him.

His own limbs slightly protested when he got up too. The hardwood floor didn't do any favors to his knees and he had some carpet burns, but he didn't care. What they did was worth all that, and more. He also let it slide that Derek could've warned him about his dad coming upstairs. Not that the sheriff didn't know exactly what they were doing before.

Opening the window as suggested, he watched his very naked mate soon leave for the bathroom – the dance of those toned muscles a sight to behold for sure. He couldn't stop grinning under his nose as he gathered up some clean clothes and snatched one of Derek's T-shirts for himself too to wear. A joined shower was the perfect dessert to their little bonding session before the little hurricane would return home and demand their undivided attention.

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