SO dead, Stiles was going to be the death of him. Exhausted warm pants puffed along sweaty skin. "Think I'm your bitch..." Derek laughed.

The answering chuckle came out as if Stiles was drunk (which was true since he felt drunk on his man). "You finally realized that? Thought you are cleverer than this, big man..." he purred, rubbing his cheek against the damp pillow, eyes closing with satisfaction. He felt warm and safe and sated, his magic lazily swirling around them like an added thick blanket.

"You were the one wondering if you were my bitch," Derek protested because as bossy as Derek could be as alpha, he was still exploring that side of himself when it came to sex and giving into Stiles was familiar, pleasant. The human knew exactly how to turn it around on him, even when Derek was dominant and he loved that thrill of pushing and giving. They had nothing to prove to one another, only to explore. Clearly they had explored multiple orgasms through knotting this time.

Stiles felt it that it was over and he finally slowed his rocking down until he was just lying there motionless, splayed out and pinned to the bed by the heavy and warm werewolf body on top of him. He didn't even mind that his breathing was a bit shallower from that weight. He was exactly where and how he wanted to be. Under his mate, exhausted from another round of amazing and overwhelming sex. He's been with a few partners, but none of them could compare to this. To Derek.

The feeling of happiness bubbled up in Stiles for being able to give such mind-blowing pleasure to Derek. He knew he was the first and hopefully the only one for the rest of their lives who could provide him with such deep satisfaction and that (and the muttered hoarse comments) made his still faster beating heart stutter with joy and pride.

Stiles moved his hand to slide his fingers between the clawed ones without any fear or doubt in his mind that he was safe with his mate with whom both his body and soul were still connected. "This is so perfect. Never want to move again."

The magic hadn't receded, it was still swirling around them but neither of them was in much of a hurry to break apart, not that they could. Derek's erection had gone down and the knot was starting to recede as well but it did slowly. "Don't move, I don't think I can take another orgasm." It didn't feel like Stiles could take one either, the walls of his ass had tightened, swollen and sensitive from the rough fucking they had done and the thick knot. It was going to be a complete mess once the knot stopped plugging but the sheets were ruined anyways due to his claws.

As the fingers entwined with his clawed ones, they receded, not because he was afraid to hurt his mate but because his anchor made him realize he was still in half-shift.

"I don't mind being your bitch when you knot me. Actually, I love it in these situations," Stiles murmured. "And even without a knot I can make you my bitch too, I'm sure of it," he grinned into the pillow, stroking Derek's human fingers. "Don't worry, I think I'm done for today too. I doubt my ass would be able to take much more," he sighed smugly.

They were going to have to move soon, the knot was shrinking more now that he had been swollen for longer than the first time, some of the cum already trickling out past his soft cock and Stiles was tightening up so...

"I'll move. Slowly." Slowly meant he leaned on his elbows and gently backed away, letting his cock slip out with a very wet squelch. Rolling sideways, he settled next to Stiles on his back, their bodies a mess of semen, red streaks and bruises.

The softening cock finally slipping free of his worn out body filled Stiles with mixed feelings. A part of him was relieved that the pressure was gone from his abused and oversensitive tissues. (He imagined his hole was red and puffy from all the fucking and the knot. Though he didn't mind it at all.) But another – bigger – part of him felt the loss of that physical connection, which left him literally empty. He could feel his hole gaping, the cooler air making the wet muscles contract, which in turn made more of the big load of watery cum dribble down on the back of his balls, wetting the sheet even more under him than his own sperm did earlier.

Stiles moaned softly and while Derek was trying to find his center already lying next to him on his back, he couldn't stop himself from reaching back between his ass cheeks. He let his fingertips carefully trace the sensitive and very wet rim, even slipping a bit inside the loose hole.

"Fuck..." he breathed, looking wretched and like someone so very well-fucked, his eyes finding Derek's as he clenched his hole, catching another stream of cum on his fingers, smearing it between his reddened cheeks before lifting the glistening fingers to his lips to lick them clean. The sounds he made were outright dirty.

Derek watched with glistening eyes as Stiles sucked the cum from his fingers like it was a treat. He had seen how red and swollen the entrance was so he hadn't wanted to antagonize it further. Clearly his mate didn't have the same kind of reservation, he caught some of it and let the rest leak out sliding close to the wolf. An arm went around the wrecked body, fingers trailing along a mole-dotted arm.

Once done with the tasting of the cum, Stiles scooted even closer to Derek under the caresses so he could nuzzle against him, his hand tracing the fading amber swirls on the wolf's skin. "I have to admit that I love it very much when you knot me. Love how it makes me gape and ooze all that cum out afterwards," he whispered with a slight blush on his cheeks as he laid his forearms on the sweaty chest and propped his chin on the back of his hand.

"It's almost the same size of a fist, yours, not mine." So of course it left Stiles gaping, it only tightened up because the tissue was swelling. It might bother Stiles for a day or so, even with his quicker healing. With half-lidded eyes, he glanced over at the human, a soft smile on his face. The magic was still around them even when their bodies were no longer connected. "Don't blush, I'm glad you love it so it's not only rewarding for me." It was very rewarding for him because he had come many times and so intense that he actually felt tired from having sex. His mate only came once but seemed just as tuckered out.

He'd get used to taking the size, and not be as sensitive anymore. Something Derek was looking forward to so he could finger him afterwards and eat him out. This time though, he was letting the tissue focus on healing. It was going to need a few more times until the human's body had adjusted enough. Moving a little, he pushed closer so their legs could entangle, ignoring the wet spots. Everything was soaked through at this point. And everything was smelling like sex.

"So then I can brag about being able to take a fist up in my ass?" Stiles half-joked, nuzzling even closer to Derek, enjoying the soft caresses on his arm and the way their legs tangled, but even more so Derek's soft smile which truly made his face look happy, satisfied and beautiful. Stiles loved it that he could put that expression there. "Or I guess this qualifies me as a size-queen too. You know, someone who can take a big cock up there," he mused, letting his fingertips play with Derek's chest hair lazily.

"I saw a few useful balm recipes in Deaton's books which can speed up the healing and regenerating of tissues. I'm just starting to realize that I might have been naive to assume they were only for injuries after fighting. I think those people of the old days of packs and druids and emissaries were dirtier and more resourceful back then too. I also seem to remember the wolf book mentioning a balm in the mating section. I might look into it how to make and apply it so you can stop worrying about my ass," he babbled quieter than usual, but there was a smile on his face which he couldn't wipe off.

"And it's totally not rewarding only for you. I mean the knotting. I had no idea I'd love it this much. It's very intense, yes, but also you make sure it stays enjoyable. Which in turn makes me want to do it again over and over," he giggled. "Plus it's a natural thing for born wolves like you. I'm happy you don't have to hide this from me," the younger man said, knowing that it wasn't just about Derek's self-control, but also a deeper level of trust that he had reached with his mate. After all, there had to be a reason why Stiles was the very first person whom Derek tried knotting. And for that trust he was very grateful.

"Stiles..." Derek laughed, attempting not to crush any fantasies Stiles would have but even though werewolf packs were very open, they could be old-fashioned. Males together didn't create offspring and an alpha's purpose, one of them, was to further the lineage of the pack. "Born werewolves are well-endowed and a lot of the emissaries were with their alphas so the cream was most likely for the female druids." Then again, it was possible it was used for males as well, polyamory wasn't that farfetched if most of the pack consisted of bitten wolves. Closeness of pack was often confused with sex, normally they were all tactile creatures.

Most of the babbling Derek just listened to, it wasn't that he dismissed it completely, he remembered what was being told, he was always attentive, most of the time anyways, but he wasn't that into talking and he didn't need to. His mate knew perfectly well that he wasn't going to react to all that was being said. Derek would zero in on what was important to them and he'd react to that, unless it hit way too close and then he'd ignore it in favor of not ruining the mood. "I'm happy it was with you and not anybody else." In fact, everything he did with Stiles sexually felt good, no regrets, not with him.

The human's ear-to-ear smile was back from hearing Derek's laugh. He knew that he was laughing on some things he was babbling about since as a wolf he probably had better insight on things that concerned his kind. But it didn't bother Stiles at all if he was wrong about something. When it counted or mattered, he was sure Derek would correct him.

"I'm very happy too about that," Stiles murmured kinda moved, the blush making a return too. He knew instinctively that this was a big thing for Derek. "It might sound weird a bit, but I feel... honored," he shrugged and laid his cheek on his own hand which was still resting on the wolf's chest.

It wasn't... honor. Not exactly but Derek knew what his mate meant, he was aware that for Derek knotting was something he wouldn't share so easily. Unless he was certain of being with that person for longer than a brief fling, until he was certain that he wasn't being used for his body, though that had never been a concern with Stiles. And the trust had been there because they had been building their friendship over the years. What had really given the green light though, to stop controlling it so tightly, was the fact the human had dropped everything for him, for them to have a life together. Where everybody had been busy to run away from him, this young spazzy man only ran towards him and held on tight. So it was Derek who was honored in the end.

"I can take your pain, you know." All Stiles had to do was ask, but Derek wasn't going to simply take since the human had made it clear he did enjoy pain to a certain point and only he would know what that point was. If it was up to Derek, he'd pull it all but that would be hypocritical since pain had been all he had chased before Stiles had mended some of his broken half-soul.

"I know you can, but I'm not in pain right now. It's gonna be just a bit... uncomfortable for a while. Besides I love feeling where you've been. If I could give you that too, I think you might like that reminder too. I'm lucky to have these..." he said and as an addition, reached to the back of his neck to brush against the still slightly throbbing bite mark there. "How did it make you feel leaving such a vivid mark there?" he asked, always curious about how Derek as a born werewolf saw the world and why he did things in a way he did them. How those made him feel.

Derek nodded at the mention of the reminder. "If we come across a spell which allows you to make me feel it for longer than we're doing it and without getting wolfsbane involved, I'm all for it." Because yeah, he'd like to know what it was like to have to limp, to feel the deep ache when he wanted to sit down all because of their frantic love making.

Pale green eyes glanced to where the long fingers were caressing, the bite mark showing swollen red edges. "Possessive. It's to claim you, assert my dominance over you, it’s telling me and others that you belong to somebody. Not that many will know." Too few born werewolves were left, the bitten ones weren't as instinctual, they were caught up in their human ways to give into what their bodies were telling them. Or they'd lose control and give in way too much and go feral. Stiles had been the only one willing to read Derek's way of communicating, him and Peter who had immediately realized the traumatized Hale had lapsed into non-verbal communication through body language.

"I'll keep that in mind during my research," Stiles reassured Derek with a wink, his fingertips absently brushing along the forming bruises around the indents left by the wolf's teeth. He even lightly pushed down on some of them, the flaring up slight pain making his breath hitch and some warmth spread in his groin. Not that anything would come out of it, but it was a nice feeling as pain turned into pleasure. One of Stiles' hidden addictions. Well, not hidden in front of Derek anymore.

He loved learning new things, everyone knew that about Stiles Stilinski. From a young age he was like that and after the death of his mother it grew into nearly an obsession. Trying to occupy his mind nearly all the time wasn't just because of his ADHD, but to distract himself from the void and pain that the passing of his beloved mother caused to the young Stiles. With time though, he had realized that he loved acquiring knowledge and he drank it in like a dry sponge, his mind storing a myriad of information. Some he forgot with time or had to be reminded to remember them, others burned into his memory for good. Information about werewolves and other supernatural creatures seemed to belong to the latter category. Especially when it was about one grumpy werewolf close to his heart. He loved learning new things about Derek and he, among many other reasons, also loved being in a relationship with him because he knew that there was still a lot for him to discover about his mate.

"I love that concept. You know what a possessive bastard I can get, so I get it. And love it," Stiles repeated to emphasize that. Not that Derek didn't know how much he loved the wolf's marks on him or how he loved to try leaving his own on the quickly healing skin. Maybe his mate was right and he was going to have to quickly find some kind of a spell or ointment or something that would allow that to happen longer than a few minutes. "Also, I don't really care who or how many might pick upon me belonging to you. I can make that clear for the rest, if necessary. Otherwise it's enough for me that we two know that," he shrugged and craned his neck to peck Derek's lips.

Oh yes, he knew how possessive Stiles could get, he was like a werewolf with that, even worse than Derek but the Hale loved every minute of it. The human had been like that since they had met with everybody he cared about so it wasn't much of a surprise to see him develop that side when they got to the boyfriend stage. It was too new to have seen it often but he was looking forward to seeing more of it. It made him proud to be mated to somebody like Stiles and he knew Stiles was only possessive because he didn't like sharing certain aspects of Derek and Derek didn't like sharing anything with strangers.

Maybe that's why Stiles liked to have a wedding someday. It was pretty much the ultimate way for humans to be possessive and show off the possession by putting a ring on it. And having rings would please Stiles as much as the mark now did for Derek. Which meant he was going to wear said ring with pride, if only to see that look in his mate's eyes.

"How does food sound? I'm starting to get hungry from all the hot sex," Stiles grinned. "We could order soon-ish, don't you think? Or nap first?"

"We should order food, and I'll clean the bed while you shower. I've left enough in you to be leaking for days if you don't clean yourself out."

Stiles smirked dirtily because it was true. He could feel that Derek's cum was slowly oozing from him ever since he had pulled out his cock. And while it made him feel satisfied – a constant reminder of what they just did and to whom he belonged – they wouldn't be lying around for days. They had to go to Deaton in a few hours for more training. Leaking into his briefs would be uncomfortable and embarrassing.

With a dramatic sigh, the human kissed Derek's chest before pushing himself up on his hands on either side of his man's arms. "Alright, fine. I'll shower. You can join me too once you had your fill of me and sex all over you," he grinned down at Derek, knowing just how much his mate loved to roll around and drink in their mixed scents after sleeping together and/or having sex. Yes, that stroked Stiles' ego and aforementioned possessive tendencies.

Reaching for his phone, Derek looked at the website he knew pretty much had all the delivery places in the area listed. "What are you feeling like?" Beacon Hills wasn't large enough to have a wide selection of food but it had the most standard restaurants to pick from. Something filling would be good, he knew he was going to eat a lot to replenish all the protein he had lost. He could eat a whole pizza by himself right now and still want more. On cue, his stomach rumbled loudly, almost like a reminder that a nap wasn't happening before food.

"I feel like thoroughly fucked," he joked, knowing that Derek didn't mean that, but he loved stating such things without a filter on his mouth. He loved how he only rarely had to filter himself when he was with Derek. "Otherwise a meat lover pizza sounds like heaven. Think I can eat one all by myself," he shrugged and leaned down to give Derek a proper kiss, the tint of the taste of cum still lingering in the human's mouth and tongue as he did so.

Leaving Derek in bed all naked was probably going to be one of his least favorite things to do, but as he focused on locking up his magic – already feeling colder both from that and the loss of the warm werewolf body – he did head towards the bathroom, grabbing only a clean tee and boxers on his way. (He so didn't mind the stream of wolf-cum wetting the inside of his thighs as he walked, his bare ass still a bit red from all the slapping and pressing against it. He knew cleaning himself was going to sting like a motherfucker, but that was a price he was so willing to pay for such sex sessions with his mate.

There was a considerably guilty look when Stiles pointed out he knew exactly what Derek did before he would pull off the sheets, there was no denial either because yeah. He loved their scents and semen soaked into him and he didn't like washing it all away. But finding their bed crispy with dried cum after another grueling magic session wouldn't be good. He might hold back from sniffing the sheets this time though, just to prove Stiles wrong. Looking up at the human hovering over him, he nodded at the want of pizza, eyes tracing every movement of the human as he made his way to the bathroom, his thighs wet with Derek's release.

Derek used the app to order two meat lover pizzas and added two lava cakes as dessert, as well as two large sodas because Stiles needed the extra sugar for energy. With the option to have it delivered as soon as possible, they probably had like forty five minutes tops. Which was fifteen minutes less by the time the wolf had put the dirty sheets in the washer and clean ones on the bed.

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