20: The Wedding – Part 5

Once they made sure that Beth had a little bit of each flavor of the wedding cake, it was time for some more tradition.

"Can I get everyone's attention?" Scott stopped the music and stood up with a big grin, phone in one hand. "As it is custom on many weddings, I'd like to ask our lovebirds to get onto the dance floor!" Dance floor meaning a smaller space dedicated to that under the tent with a fake floor laid on the grass.

Stiles matched Derek's grin and grabbed his hand to drag him there. "Oh come on, you won't die from one dance with me in front of the others," he quietly teased, knowing well that his husband had great moves, he just liked to keep that on the low key.

"Okay, Scotty, hit it!" Stiles yelled to his friend who pressed the screen on his phone and some slow romantic song started playing – because why not?

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's my honor to present Mr. Hale-Stilinski and Mr. Stilinski-Hale for the first time on the dance floor! Man, you have a mouthful as names now!" he laughed, some joining him.

Stiles didn't care though. He totally had heart-eyes as he faced Derek and put his arms around him. It was so very evident that he was practically glowing from happiness as he smiled at Derek as they started slowly moving to the song.

"This is so sappy, but I love every moment of it," he whispered, eyes never leaving the familiar green ones.

"Sappy isn't always a bad thing." Derek wasn't too fond of anything sappy, like movies or TV shows but he could be romantic at times even when nobody expected him to. No, not true, Stiles wasn't too surprised and would call him a big softy from time to time. And it wasn't a bad thing to be dancing like this, if it could be called dancing. Just the two of them softly swaying to the music as the others watched them.

His husband was radiating in his happiness and that made Derek smile too as he watched the beautiful man in his arm look at him like he had hung the moon in the sky for him. That look was one he could get lost in so he moved while he mostly reveled in the way his mate looked at him.

"Married and adopting a child, it's a big day today for you." And for Derek too. Married, who would have thought? And their day hadn't been interrupted by death or pain or rabid family members. It had all been as it should have been.

The alpha moved his head closer to nuzzle at Stiles' neck. "I could get used to these feelings." Feelings of happiness. He wasn't that used to it, probably neither was Stiles.

"Yeah, me too. And it is a big day. For both of us. And it's the perfect wedding. Just like I wanted. We deserved this to celebrate our love and that we managed to overcome so many things that tried to stand in our way. I'm so proud of us," Stiles said. "I love you so much, Derek." And with that kissed his husband softly before resting his head on a wide shoulder.

He soon saw Melissa and Chris joining them on the floor and Scott picking up Beth to swirl and rock around with her – to the little girl's delight. Just to be snatched away by Jordan because he wanted to teach Beth some dance moves of his own too.

All in all, the wedding was a big success and the anxiety and nerves finally left Stiles as the afternoon turned into evening with more food, alcohol, embarrassing stories told by the sheriff about Stiles and dancing. Everyone was having a great time, but by the time Beth was starting to get sleepy on grandpa No's lap while he was talking with Jordan and Scott, there was a new kind of excitement slowly growing in the newlyweds. Or in Stiles for sure. The wedding night. Thinking about that made his stomach tickle nicely and the looks he threw at Derek even when they were talking with others grew more and more heated.

They still had their wedding night ahead of them.

***

After a few heated looks, Derek decided that the day had been long enough. Everybody looked happy and tired and it was a good time to end what had been the perfect wedding day.

"Thank you, everybody for being here today, for helping us have a perfect wedding. But it's time for this one to get some sleep." He indicated the half-asleep toddler he had taken from the sheriff. "And for me and Stiles to..."

"Please don't finish that sentence," Noah was quick to interrupt, the others laughing.

"How about you boys go and the rest of us will clean up here? You both deserve it," Melissa suggested.

It was still early enough in the evening and Derek had a feeling the adults would clean up and do some drinking before they'd call it a night. So he nodded. "I'll take her to bed."

Derek brought Beth to her bed at her grandpa Noah's house, reading her a bedtime story but not needing to do more than three sentences before she was already out cold. With a fond smile, the alpha left her in his father-in-law's care, as well as their suits. They’d take them when they came to pick up their daughter tomorrow.

Since Stiles had a few drinks, Derek was the one to drive them back to the loft, which was also absent of Fenrir the dog, who was staying with Noah for the night too. The deaf dog wasn't annoying to have around but the animal was curious and would constantly get in the way of activities it had no business being around, as in sex. Before Stiles could open the loft door, Derek scooped him up in his arms.

"As tradition says. I'm going to carry you over the threshold and then I'll have a surprise for you."

Stiles might have left out a little squeak and giggled from being literally swept off his feet by his husband. He quickly put his arms around Derek's neck and even swung his legs a bit with a huge grin.

"You seem to have warmed up to these human traditions. I love it," he said, letting Derek carry him over the threshold and when he turned around, Stiles slid the door shut and locked it with one hand. This and being dipped during their first kiss after saying 'yes' kinda made him come off as the 'wife', but he loved that too and didn't mind at all. Not that he voiced that because Derek was sometimes quite set in his views in roles like that. But it was something Stiles secretly found amusing and often played along with.

"Oh goodie, a surprise! I like surprises from you. Does it involve my blue panties too?" he wiggled his brows as Derek carried him deeper into their home as if he had no weight. Yay for werewolf strength! It was hot for Stiles – to say the least.

"Knowing you, you would have tried to lift me up if I hadn't thought about the tradition." Emphasis on try, because there was no way Stiles would be able to lift Derek, and if he did, it wouldn't last for more than a few seconds. If he had been able to, the alpha would have let him since he didn't care for the male/female roles as Stiles knew all too well. With ease, he moved his husband, setting him down in the living room as he got a chair, motioning for Stiles. "How about you sit there and you can see for yourself what it'll involve?"

Derek was as tight-lipped as usual about what he had planned. Secrets were never easily pried from him and Stiles, for all the picking up he did with the werewolf's thoughts, he couldn't pick up what was hidden. Some things should be left a surprise to keep the fun in it. "Sit there and wait. I need to do something very quickly."

The older man disappeared into the bedroom without explanation and took a moment, ten minutes at the most. Suddenly music started to play, the rock beats of Def Leppard's “Pour some sugar on me” started as Derek strode out, stalking towards Stiles like a predator. What he had needed to do was change into an outfit male strippers would wear, because Stiles didn't get to have the traditional lap dance at the stag party, so he was getting one on his wedding night. Dressed in fake leather pants and a tight sparkling button down, he stopped short in front of the gaping Spark just as the song's intro was done and it really started.

Gyrating his hips, Derek turned around so Stiles could have a full look of his body, hands gripping at the shirt to rip it open. The buttons flew with the force, and the tanned skin was shining, oiled up for full effect.

The curious excitement immediately turned into shock, which showed on Stiles face, once it immediately dawned on him what Derek's surprise was the second he waltzed out from the bedroom looking like someone from Magic Mike!

"OH. MY. GOD!" Stiles squealed and blushed furiously at the same time as he started laughing. Not to laugh at Derek for how he looked or what he was doing for him. But because he couldn't believe his husband would be so attentive. He knew right away why Derek did this and if it was possible, he loved him even more for this.

"I can't believe you are doing this for me! I love you so much! You're the best husband, I swear!" he grinned from ear-to-ear, holding onto the edge of his chair with his hands, like a good boy. "You look positively fantastic and mouthwatering. Is touching okay or I should behave myself, Mr. Magic Derek?!" Stiles grinned still, eyes glued to the gorgeous male body dancing to the rhythm of the song. And boy, Derek could dance! One wouldn't guess that when looking at the usually brooding and serious-looking wolf. But he got the moves for sure. And Stiles knew that well, he had the opportunity to see Derek dance before. But not like this. This was very new and very, very arousing – which quickly became evident with the growing bulge between Stiles' legs.

That reaction made it all worth it. The hours Derek had spent researching dances on Youtube, looking for music that would work for him, finding the clothes. That reaction of a deep red blush and wide eyes as the younger man didn't know what to do with himself in pure giddiness, and Derek kind of regretted not taping this event so he could look at Stiles' reaction. Not himself. Though it looked like he wasn't doing so bad, because there was a whiff of arousal coming off his husband in a strong gust.

"You can touch but I'm not stopping the dance until this song is finished." There was a routine to it, thought out so Stiles would get the full effect of what a lap dance would have entailed if he had gotten one on his bachelor's party. "So you behave yourself and be a good boy." The shirt was in his hand as he had peeled it off while dancing, and he used it to rope around Stiles' neck as he nearly settled himself in the lap, nearly. It was a teasing snake-like slither, gone before the human's hands could get anywhere, leaving him with the shirt. The werewolf grinned his wolfish smile, all predator as he had to admit he enjoyed himself. It made him feel all powerful. For once he was the one using his magic on Stiles, putting a spell on him to have him mesmerized. Sure hands unbuttoned the pants slowly, showing off the pleasure trail with a lewd hip thrust.

He turned around, pushing his ass backwards while bending over so he could do the classic unveiling. One strong rip and the pants gave way as they were designed to since they had these tiny little buttons. The fabric was thrown aside, a leather thong revealed so his ass cheeks bulged even more without being hindered by underwear. Derek backed up, right into his husband's lap to firmly rub against the incredibly hard bulge nearly bursting through the fabric.

"You're not a good boy, you're a kinky one." Firmly planting his ass now, Derek leaned back against Stiles' chest so he could move his hips, pretending like Stiles was fucking him.

"Oh my fucking god!!" The Spark was quite speechless aside from such reactions and moans. While Derek was unveiling himself, he sniffed the shirt around his neck, but then dropped it on the floor and gaped, a huge wave of desire stabbing his guts when he spotted the thong. And it only got better with Derek finally rubbing against him like a bitch in heat.

Fuck......

"It's hard to be a good boy and not a kinky one when I have a lap full with so much temptation!" Stiles chuckled hoarsely and lightly bucked upwards against the gorgeous ass, his hands finally going around the moving body, gripping the rippling muscles. One slid up to tease a nipple, the other cupping Derek's mouthwatering bulge, but he didn't hinder the 'dance moves' on top of him, a part of his melting brain remembering what Derek requested of him. The touching was impossible to resist, though.

"You're so fucking hot I'm gonna go totally crazy!"

"That's the plan," Derek breathed softly, though in all fairness, now that there were hands eagerly touching him, he knew Stiles wouldn't be the only one going crazy. His nipple was teased in a way that made a stab of pleasure shoot through him and he pushed his leather-covered bulge up against the inquisitive fingers. Why was he so determined to work through the song again? That's what Stiles always did to him, weakened his resolves, managed to get through the tough armor like a knife cutting through butter.

His cock was hardening, so it started to peek out from the thong which meant it was time to pull away. With a fluid move the wolf was back on his bare feet to make a few dance moves that suddenly became so lewd now that he was barely dressed. Of course in most striptease acts they'd leave some clothes on and the costumers weren't allowed to touch anything unless it was to stick some bills into tight clothing. Derek hadn't been planning on keeping anything on and as he made a stomach roll on the floor once he had dropped, his thumbs hooked into the thong lines to pull at it at the same time he jumped up.

A move human bodies were incapable to make, the way he contorted to slip out of the little garment while in the air, leaving nothing but a gleaming tanned body shining from the rubbed in oil. All sinewy muscles and naked skin. His own hands glided along his body to caress himself, the two palms resting on the curve of his ass so he could briefly pull apart the cheeks, flashing how oiled up he was. As if Stiles wasn't aroused enough already. And then the human had his lap full of alpha again, very naked alpha gyrating against him, making sure Stiles' bulge pressed against his hole.

"Jesus fuckkkk!" Stiles outright whined both from the show he was getting from his mate and the feeling of that oiled body rubbing against his aching and still very much trapped cock under the suit pants and the blue lace panties he still had on. "You are so fucking hot like this! I want you to ride me on this very chair. I don't think I can wait much longer," Stiles stated the obvious, his hands back on his now naked alpha, eyes glued to the proudly standing erection between his legs while his index-fingers slid between the oiled up globes to tentatively push in.

There was an animalistic growl when Stiles felt them slide in with ease, which meant that not just the outside was oiled up, but the inside too. So Derek probably did some stretching of his own before coming out from their bedroom. There was no other explanation for why his two fingers slid in with barely any resistance. Just imagining Derek fingering and stretching himself open before he put the leather-thong on made Stiles throb painfully in his pants again.

"Now who's the naughty boy?" he grinned up at his husband while his fingers kept sliding in and out of him, stretching and pushing against the tight walls and he leaned forward to lightly bite and suckle on a hard nipple. The oil tasted like coconut and smelled like that too, which Stiles kinda liked so he sucked and tugged on the piece of flesh a bit harder.

"I thought I was a good boy for prepping myself for you," Derek shot back, because he had known that the striptease would most likely get his husband exited enough to want to do something as soon as possible. Which was also part of the plan, to get the arousal and giddiness of the day taken care of with a quick and rough fuck before they moved to the bed so the alpha could worship his mate and those panties for hours. He wanted to make love to him so passionately and deeply that their wedding night was never going to be forgotten. The striptease was part of that experience.

"I made sure to stretch and oil myself up for you, using my own fingers while you were sitting on this chair here waiting for me." His voice sounded strained, because of the two fingers pushing inside of him, attempting to loosen up the tightness. With the way he was straddling Stiles, he was going to remain tight, something they both were going to love. The rim contracted around the digits, because the human wasn't the only one painfully aroused. One of Derek's hands slipped through the thick hair on Stiles' head, caressing the strands and the skull while his other pushed between them to get at the younger man's pants.

It was like digging for treasure, having to search for the button and zipper once the belt was undone. "I want you to keep everything on." Especially the panties. There was something filthy about being completely naked while the other one was fully dressed, keeping the fantasy of the striptease going. Breathlessly, the wolf pushed his chest out more as Stiles gnawed on his nipple, discovering that Derek had used coconut oil to make it taste good for them both. "I have more surprises for us this night."

His hand finally managed to unveil the thick erection, pulling it out of the pants and underwear as his thumb brushed over the sensitive head, catching some of the natural slick there.

"Fuck..." Stiles groaned, releasing the sensitive nipple and leaned back on the chair, completely mesmerized and floored by what Derek was doing to him. Not to mention how delightfully dirty he found that he was supposed to stay fully clothed with a lap full of a gorgeous man.

"I like your surprises, can't wait..." Stiles panted, glimpsing down to watch his cock being touched. It felt nearly painful but also so very good that he could've cried in that moment. Then his mind finally remembered what else Derek had said. "Yeah... yeah, you were a good boy and a naughty boy as well... I'm not sure we're supposed to do these things during a striptease and lap dance..." he said, sliding his fingers in deeper then adding one more on his left hand. "I know it's a private lap dance... but I'm a married man now..." he went along with the roleplay/fantasy, his hands not being able to stop despite his words.

"Your husband won't know." The words were purred into the shell of the ear as Derek pulled at the lobe playfully. His hole accepted the new finger with some difficulty, the oil making the tightness bearable. Instead of taking the time to get used to the stretch though, he moved his hips, fucking himself onto the three fingers with a wet squelch. "I'll milk you dry and clean you good."

His tongue left a scorching wet path from the lobe to the neck where the werewolf nibbled at the skin. "Give me another finger, I can take it, get me all ready for your hard cock." As if he wasn't ready yet, he knew they both weren't able to last for much longer without full penetration. But he loved pushing Stiles to the brink of his need.

"Oh god... I can't resist you..." Stiles gave in to the seduction and pushed another finger in, meeting the movements of the squirming butt as he offered his neck more for the hungry lips. His eyes closed as he moaned, goose bumps rising on his skin, fingers pulling on the hole carefully to open it up more. "Your ass is so muscular... can't wait to feel it around me. You love hard dicks up in you, don't you?" he purred and as his eyes opened, they were now glowing because the magic was reacting to his arousal and the closeness of his man.

"You give such private shows often? To get fucked? To ride strangers for pleasure?" he continued and turned his head to lick into Derek's mouth teasingly, but didn't start kissing him because he gave him a chance to reply. "My cock is so ready for you. Hard and pulsing. I'll fill your hungry hole up good. Come on, ride me, take what you need from me."

The downside of talking dirty meant that Stiles was talking dirty back and he knew how to. Filthy appealing words that would always get to the alpha and make him moan at the image they painted.

"Only the special strangers. I saw you and I knew I had to have you." Heatedly whispered words as Derek captured the tongue with his lips, hungrily initiating the deep kiss. He reached back to tap one of the hands in a hint to get the fingers pulled out. It made him gape when they were removed, a sound of disappointment leaving him because he hated the empty feeling when there was so much promise right in the palm of his hand.

Using some of the oil coating his body, he slicked up the straining erection, holding it as he stood up. It took some searching, letting the head of the cock run along his crack until it caught on the smooth rim, and then he bore down. Pushing outwards with his muscles, the erection cored its way inside of him.

Stiles wanted to shoot back something to what Derek was saying, but he got suddenly too busy kissing him back once his hands rested on the muscular man's hips. Then it was time for him to moan and pant into the wet kiss, because his mind might have just short-circuited from the insanely hot tightness starting to envelope his wet and rock-hard cock.

Fuck, it felt so damn good!

"Wanted to... put my dick in you... the second you walked through the door... and started dancing for me. God, you're so hot and tight!" he groaned, his fingers digging into the glistening skin, helping to guide that ass down on his length. "You're gonna take it all, don't you? Stretch for me nicely until you're so full of my cock." It wasn't really a question, more like a statement, because the mesmerized man could feel more and more inches of his hard flesh being sucked into that amazing body above him.

There were plenty of inches to lower himself onto, it always felt like there were too many when he took Stiles within his body. That was partly due to Derek’s healing which kept him tight but also because he didn't bottom as often. There was no denying that he felt good doing this, his most mind-blowing orgasms had happened when he had bottomed. It just felt more natural to them both when he topped and it kept their daily sex lives interesting like this, Stiles never knew when he got to impale his mate. "You're the perfect size to take it all. It feels so good." Derek didn't stop pushing down until he was firmly planted on the lap again.

"All you have to do is sit here and look pretty." Hungrily Derek sucked on the bottom lip, his hips giving a swivel as if he was riding a horse, grinding his ass down as his walls clamped around the welcomed intrusion. "You don't even have to move."

It was proven with the way Derek planted his bare feet on the floor so he could use his leg muscles to push his body up a few inches and lower it down. Too much movement would make the erection slip out of him and he didn't want that to happen. The milking was going to have to happen mostly by tightening his flesh around the rod.

"Y-yes... I will be good and let you use me for both our pleasure," Stiles panted after a short smile. He was still floored from the intense feeling when his cock got fully buried. (That sensation never seemed to have changed since the very first time he could bury himself into Derek.) "You feel so fucking good too... Dance on my cock then," he briefly grinned up at the other man.

Then his eyes feasted on the gorgeous oily body, watching the muscles jump and flex and ripple with each move. Glimpsing down between them, Stiles felt a bit sorry for actually not seeing his cock being taken by that amazing ass, but instead he got the sight of a beautiful heavy erection bobbing up and down in time with Derek's moves.

"I'm so fucking lucky that... a gorgeous stripper like you'd want me like this. You're breathtaking and feel so, so good! God!" Stiles groaned, not caring if he repeated himself. This was just too overwhelming for his already fried mind, making his control slightly slip on the magic because he wanted the other so damn much.

"I'm the lucky one that I get to ride you. You’re one of the more handsome clients I've had." Derek never lied when he called Stiles beautiful, because he was. Especially now that he had matured into the young man he married, with those brown intelligent eyes taking in the world with a keen curiosity the werewolf loved to see at work. Stiles' mind was a curious place. Not always the best of places, and yet they worked so well together.

Overcome with that feeling of utter love, he leaned in. "I'm the lucky one," Derek whispered, not wanting to diminish the scene they, or more he, had set but also needed to tell Stiles that, as often as possible. There was one thing he had learned from his past, and that was that it all was so fleeting. He never wanted to take it for granted again. "I know what you want, though."

And it would be more comfortable for Derek to move too if they switched positions. With some regret, he pushed upwards, letting the hard cock slip from within his body so he could turn around. "You want this." Fingers sought out the erection, repeating the movement of impaling himself on the turgid flesh. The magic was a simmering force in the background, when he felt it more than smelled.

"You can let it go, all of it. I can take it."

Having sex – or rather making love since it was always more between them than just plain sex – was usually a roller coaster of emotions. For example, right now Stiles' emotions went from feeling kinky to melting from the romantic things Derek said to him, then back to the kinkiness. Good thing his mind was good with following quick changes. So from a melted puddle he went back to an aroused man who was at the brink of losing his sanity and control.

Good thing Derek felt himself ready for the magic too, because this new position and the sight it provided for Stiles was getting too overwhelming! Who could blame him? Because he moved his knees a bit more apart, Derek could lean on them and with that he gave a better view of how his wet hole was making Stiles' hard dick disappear again and again.

The mesmerized human felt his Spark ignite and as his veins began to glow, he placed his hands onto the oiled up ass cheeks – god, how much baby oil did Derek use on himself? – and used his thumbs to pull them a bit more apart. "Fuck... you're so hot like this!" he groaned and let his hips buck up experimentally to meet the downward slide on his dick. It was mind-blowing and he couldn't keep the magic back anymore either. It warmly licked across Derek's back, up to his shoulder and spread all over his body in a golden hue, sinking into his pores like warm liquid.

Maybe Derek had overdone it a little with the oil, because he could feel he was a little slippery and was leaving stains all over Stiles' dress pants. The time he had allocated to himself to oil up and slick himself up had been brief, taking too long would have made his new husband impatient and he might have come to investigate, which would have ruined the surprise. So he had grabbed the bottle and had slathered himself up before pouring a hand full to push most of it inside himself. It seemed to have done the trick. Stiles' erection was slotted within him with relative ease, being coated with the wet oil.

Leaning with his palms on the spread knees, Derek mostly moved his hips and ass, impaling himself while the Spark kept him spread wide open with his thumbs to have the most perfect view. "You feel so good within me." Voice was most definitely hoarse now. Derek had a hard time to keep the roleplay going, not when the magic caressed along his skin like a warm blanket and seeping within him. It was a seamless transference, no need for their runes to touch while the magic happily explored deep within him, much like the thick erection was doing. Stiles reacquainting himself with his home.

The sex was, as always, intense and nothing like previous times. Each time was different, fulfilling, mind-blowing. They were both ruined for others since nothing would ever compare to this.

"Yes... God yes!" Stiles groaned and panted, watching Derek meeting his upward thrusts and also loving how open his man was for the magic. The roleplay was kinda fading out, but he didn't care. He just wanted them both to have as much pleasure as they could. To let Derek feel how much he appreciated this little show and the thought and love put in it. Because Stiles could clearly feel that burning love now with their bonds wide open and the magic roaming in his pair.

"C'me here!" he panted and helped Derek lean back against his chest so Stiles could kiss into the warm neck, inhaling his husband deeply, his hips continuing thrusting into that tight heat. His hands slid from Derek's ass to his front to worship the slippery muscles of his thighs and stomach and chest before one dipped down to take the leaking erection in his hand. It was a smooth slide because of the oil and pre-cum too.

"You gonna come for me and milk me dry with your hot ass, hm?" he purred into Derek's neck, teeth lightly biting down and suckling on the skin there.

The werewolf kept himself slightly raised so his husband had the room to fill him as Derek leaned back against the inviting chest. The way his erection was held and stroked in time with the way the hard cock was pushed deeper inside of him was maddening. As well as the way the magic flowed between them and kept their bonds wide open. It wasn't only the warmth of the magic flowing between them because their emotions were shared, allowing Stiles to feel some of what the alpha was feeling and the other way around. As usual it intensified the entire experience, making Derek's mind reel.

"Stiles..." The firm kisses in his neck caught his rapidly dwindling attention, as his body was set aflame. "Gonna come for you very soon." He was so excited that even his knot started to form at the base of his own leaking erection. Control waning and with that unable to keep it at bay, it was telling enough. Derek had full control over his body, usually. Stiles always knew how to push him past limits and control, their love and their bonds so strong and overwhelming in a way.

It was a pulsing heartbeat between them, their love. Burning brightly and golden as it was nourished daily with even the smallest of things.

The slimmer man was melting more and more in those flames too. He loved getting lost in their unconditional love for each other. And he also loved to see and feel Derek losing control like this. Stiles knew that only he could do that to the werewolf and it always made him feel good and warm on the inside. He admired Derek each time he got or felt like this. It was truly beautiful as their souls were getting closer and closer with each moment, each touch and kiss. He never thought that one day he'll have this with someone. To have the love of his life right between his arms and was going to be able to bask in the warmth of their love like this.

"It's okay. I've got you. Will get there with you, my love..." Stiles whispered into his wolf's ear, his hand sliding down to the forming knot to gently stimulate that too. His own body felt hot, his suit starting to stick to him, but he didn't care. He just kept moving and exciting his husband. It was definitely going to be a night to remember and it was far from over, they both knew. "Take me with you... whenever you're ready," he added with a moan, closing his glowing eyes as more of the magic washed over them too.

As much as Derek hated nicknames, whenever Stiles used them on him, he melted a little. Especially because the human knew exactly what words to use, and it came down to 'my love'. The one word guaranteed for Derek to react to on instinct, since they were uttered rarely and mostly in moments like these where they felt like exploding from their own feelings to each other. And it wasn't the only spot in Derek's body ready to explode.

A hand was manipulating his knot, the most sensitive part of his erection if it formed. It left him utter a garbled moan and a stuttered sigh. The scent of sweat tickled his nose, along with their joined arousal, not smells most would enjoy but to him it was arousing. Stiles would never be able to lie about his arousal. It would always be picked up by the werewolf due to the chemo signals.

I’ve got you. Those were the words that really got to him. Stiles always had him, no matter the situation. He, now literally, had his back.

"I won't go anywhere without you." The knot in Stiles' hand swelled even more, a sure sign that Derek in fact was very ready. Fucking himself on the thick erection, he also fucked towards the point of no return once his orgasm would hit with full force.

"I know..." Stiles nibbled on Derek's earlobe, his clever fingers tightening around the knot to massage it as if it just breached his tight ass. By then he knew exactly how to play with it or in general how to touch Derek to make him lose his mind. "I'm gonna pump you full with my cum now," he panted into the other's ear, his hips thrusting harder into that mind-blowing heat. By then the magic felt like liquid fire in them too, boiling, waiting for the impending explosion.

Then Stiles bit Derek's neck. Hard.

The bite made the wolf’s erection spurt instantly, thick semen coating Stiles' hand as Derek clenched around his lover, the tightness intensifying while his body spasmed. The magic, as usual, rejoiced in it as well, flaring up even more inside of them both. It was a good thing Derek was leaning against Stiles because with all of the oil and his body relaxing like this, he would have slid off at some point in post orgasmic bliss.

Stiles angled Derek's cock so that he could keep milking the knot and mess up his husband's stomach and even chest, not just his groin and the hand massaging him. His own orgasm melted into one with Derek's in a few seconds later and he groaned loud into the neck he kept biting, his own cock pulsing and shooting his load into the suddenly much tighter space he carved out for himself in his gorgeous man.

It was always a huge release for Stiles when he was with Derek like this, and especially when the magic was let loose like this, surrounding them with the golden mist. But this time it did more than that. The mist formed into amber flames, licking along their skin and whole being while their core became one. First Stiles didn't even notice, but when he cracked his eyes open, instead of trying to stop, he whispered into Derek's ear.

"I've got you, babe," he repeated. He was nearly completely sure that Derek wouldn't panic from the flames since he now accepted them as part of Stiles, but just in case his tone was soothing and steady, holding them close both physically and spiritually. Because nothing could compare to this feeling of being one with your soulmate like this.

Now the oil wasn't the only mess covering Derek. His own semen was splattered royally all over thanks to the knot popping. He was spread along Stiles' body, the softening cock still deeply within, Derek looking like a well-fucked offering of golden skin. They were both basking in the afterglow of their almost too intense orgasms, soothed by the feeling of the magic running between them as long as they were connected with their bodies.

Derek had his eyes closed. He didn't realize that some things had changed between them, which could be attributed to them completing their bonds in the human way or because they had been training on working together to use the magic as a weapon between them both. It was actually the word “babe” that got his attention because that was new. Not unpleasant new, it made him want to preen so he obviously liked it. A reminder that he should try to find a word for Stiles too, because if it made him this happy, he should return the favor to his mate. Operation Find Nickname Stiles was a go, probably a long expedition into the world of nicknames to find one he felt comfortable using.

Eyes opening to slits, he hummed to answer, and that's when he saw the magic doing something different. Flames. Clearly Stiles had found the way to make it represent itself. It was fine though, it weren't the same flames as actual fire, Derek knew that now. "You didn't have to make it so literal that you find me hot."

Stiles chuckled into Derek's neck and pressed a kiss against the patch of skin which already healed itself from his hickey. (What a shame!) "Oh but you are so hot that now you can literally set me on fire," he went along with the joke, feeling high from love and amazing sex. "Besides, you've ruined me for other men for the rest of my life, Mr. Magic Derek."

The human was also pleased that Derek didn't immediately oppose against that rarely used nickname. He had no idea where it came from, but Stiles liked it and was going to use it in the future too. Unless Derek expressed it repeatedly that he hated it. The 'my love' he knew Derek secretly loved, but knowing his man not liking nicknames too much, Stiles tried to behave himself ever since they were together. Okay, the deliberate teasing and bickering didn't count.

"You're amazing, you know that, right?" he said on a softer tone while his hand left the softening cock go to stroke up on the messed up stomach, making an even bigger mess on it with rubbing the watery wolf-cum into Derek's skin. "I love it when you're this dirty."

The soft cock gave a pathetic little twitch when it was released, but didn't firm up yet, since it was a little too soon to be up for another round. Not that it ever took long between them, they rarely stopped at one orgasm and would go for two at least. Maybe they'd hit a new record with tonight since Derek’s clothes were off almost right after they came home and not an hour later here they were. Stiles was that addicting.

A flash of a smile was thrown at Stiles when Derek was called amazing. "I know." Though that could count for everything his husband had said. Derek lazily stretched a little, keeping that soft cock within him on purpose as his skin was caressed, the slippery substance rubbed into his skin. "You love your cum-covered werewolf." Said werewolf loved it as well, as long as it was his own cum or that of Stiles, preferably Stiles'.

"We should move to the bedroom soon, I want to get you every dirtier. And out of those clothes."

"Oh yeah, I love you like this. All sticky and sweaty and... well, oily," Stiles giggled into Derek’s ear then lightly bit his earlobe with a purring sound. "I like the sound of that. And I loved your little surprise too. You are something else Mr. Derek Hale-Stilinski!" he chuckled and reached up with his clean hand to turn his husband's face to him so he could steal a soft kiss.

"I know you want to see my blue panties again... and perhaps mess it up a bit too. You missed it, haven't you?" he teased and bucked his hips up once. "Though when you're gonna slip off my cock, it will get some mess on it anyway. Maybe you should try to save it with eating my cum off it?" he suggested on a singsong voice, lightly slapping the side of Derek's ass to make him move... soon. Because they were far from done for tonight. After all... it was their wedding night.

"I'm not done with the surprises."

Nope, not even close but for now, he played along with Stiles and wiggled his ass on top of the lap he was too comfortable on. "But I will be a diligent husband and clean you." As if that was such a hardship to him. If anything, it was a gift. "I'm going to move now." It was a fair warning since both weren't looking forward of the feeling of loss pulling apart always created. Physically and mentally.

Slowly moving upwards, he let the soft cock slip out of him, feeling a lot of the cum leak out as Stiles had predicted. It wasn't just the blue panties getting the mess, it were also the very ruined dress pants and button down shirt. Oil and cum everywhere. "And you call me a dirty mess." Derek made a disproving noise, hand slipping down to feel the puffy hole wet with cum. It was left like it was as he sank to his knees.

"Hold still, I need to salvage your panties." It wasn't the fabric he first touched with his tongue though, it was the soft cock shining wet with release.

"Oh god..." Stiles mumbled. "You have even more surprises? I feel like I should've prepared more for our wedding night," he chuckled, which turned into a soft moan. Maybe his cock was still a bit sensitive, but it wasn't too uncomfortable, so he let Derek's tongue work on it. That sight in itself was so damn hot that his poor member made a futile effort to get hard again. Not yet, though. Sure, he could have called the magic forth again to help him in that like in the past, but he chose not to this time. He was simply just admiring the sight and enjoying the building sexual tension between them again.

Well, neither of them could say that their sexual life was boring...

While watching Derek, Stiles loosened his tie and finally shrugged out of his suit jacket, because he was already too sweaty underneath it from their previous activities. "Maybe we should go soon and get me out of the other clothes?"

Derek felt Stiles twitch at the first look so he didn't lavish too much attention on the sensitive cock, wanting Stiles to enjoy the other surprise and not coax him into something he wasn't ready for. Yet. Licking the smooth fabric instead, he sucked on a patch to make it wet since the cum was starting to soak into it. It was already soaked through so more spit wouldn't make much of a difference. Ignoring the remark about going soon, Derek focused on getting the panties clean, as asked, and getting as much of Stiles' spent seed as he could.

With one last loud smack of the lips, he tucked Stiles back into the blue panties, licking his lips. "How about you undress and get in bed while I get the other surprise? Because I need it to get you ready for round two." That didn't make anything clear at all, on purpose. The wolf grinned cheekily at his husband as he stood up and stretched unashamed to show off his muscles and dirty body.

As if Stiles needed anything to get ready. Clearly Derek's intent was to drive him insane with lust this night. And he was fairly sure he was well on his way to succeeding.

Stiles was staring at that hot display of gorgeous body in front of him. Derek usually barely had to do anything else than exist to turn Stiles on. But when he deliberately wanted to turn him on, that's when Stiles brain usually got mush quickly. Like now, when he barely heard what his new husband was saying. Stiles was lost in the visuals as anticipation and lust started to uncurl in the depth of his stomach again.

Twitching cock back in the damp blue lace panties, he finally stopped staring and started taking off his dress shoes and socks. "You're so fuckin' frisky tonight. I love it. I might also not survive tonight. Maybe at some point my brain will just overload and explode on pleasure and your sexiness!" he chuckled as he stood up and kicked his ruined dress pants off too. Now he was standing there only in the tiny panties, being still the one with more clothes on since Derek was completely naked.

Stepping to his muscular man, Stiles ran a slender hand down on the middle of the wolf's chest, smiling a bit from the way the muscles jumped under his touch. Then he pulled Derek into a short but promising kiss by the nape before letting him go.

"I'll be waiting for that surprise and you in our bed then..." he purred huskily and just as promising as that kiss was. Then Stiles made sure to make a show of walking away with his tattooed back and small flexing ass covered by the pale-blue lace. As he laid down half-way on his stomach on their bed, hugging a pillow under a chin and pulling a leg half-way up to put said round butt on display, Stiles wondered if he should surprise Derek with occasionally wearing a thong for him if his wolf got so turned on by women's lingerie on the Spark. Maybe Stiles should test that idea during their honeymoon...

Grinning to himself, Stiles purred and pushed his ass out a bit more as he looked towards the door when Derek finally appeared there.

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