20: The Wedding – Part 6

The werewolf halted in the doorway of the bedroom for a brief moment, when he returned to Stiles presenting himself to him. Not that he'd ever get enough of that body but this particular pose was especially pleasing, and a blatant invitation to take advantage of it. Which he was going to do in a moment for sure but he had in his hands something to help him with it. A bowl of chocolate-covered strawberries with whip-cream was placed in front of the human.

"That's your dessert."

Those words were a little puzzling no doubt, and Derek leaned over Stiles to show him a bottle of chocolate syrup. "I'm going to cover your body with this and lick it off, because you're my dessert." With the way he loved giving Stiles oral and loved food, it was something Derek had always wanted to do since they’ve started experimenting in bed. To combine the two was the best idea ever since he had read about chocolate body paint. Which was for another time. His hand ran over the panties, caressing the smooth fabric.

Biting his bottom lip, Stiles moaned softly from the warm hand's caress on the lace. He even pushed his ass a bit against the big palm, one finger hooking over the rim of the bowl to pull his dessert closer like that. "Hmm... I really love this plan of yours," he purred with sparkling eyes, his cock now definitely stirring and getting ready for round two.

"Then what will you do to me after all that licking? Tell me..." Stiles asked as he pushed himself up on his elbows to pick a strawberry between his fingers. He scooped some whip-cream up with it and moved it to his bow-shaped lips, sucking first the cream off with his lips then let his skilled tongue circle the tip for a taste of the chocolate before he bit half of the strawberry off and chewed it with a soft satisfied sound, his tongue coming out once again to lick off the sweet fruit juice. And all the while he did this, he never looked away from the intense gaze of the hovering wolf.

Hungry green eyes watched the way the bow-shaped lips surrounded the red berries while white teeth sunk into the meat of the fruit, juice trickling down the knobby fingers only to be scooped up by a pink tongue. Stiles knew so very well how much of a turn on it was for Derek to watch him use his mouth, preferably with eating but it wasn't limited to that. Stiles wasn't just flirting, he was teasing, managing to wrangle a soft low rumble from Derek's throat. Even though his own ass was still wet from his mate's seed and some of it had coated his legs when he had walked to the kitchen, their bodies were gearing up for round two eagerly.

"I'm going to impale you after I made you loose with my tongue and I'm going to knot you. We'll sleep and then we'll wake up for more sex when you're still open and wet from my knotting." He knew all too well Stiles wasn't going to be objecting to that plan. Luckily for Derek, the human loved it when Derek attempted to talk dirty even though he was basically just telling what he wanted to do. Derek loved it when Stiles talked dirty, though phone sex was really unfair with how talented the Spark was with using his words to achieve full effect. "For now, I'm going to eat you out. When I'm ready."

Suckling on the next piece of fruit as if he was sucking on something else, Stiles moaned from Derek's words and pulled his leg a bit further up on the bed to give a better look and also as an invitation. Popping the remaining strawberry into his mouth to quickly chew and swallow it, Stiles dug his fingers into the whip-cream. "I very, very love that dirty plan of yours. I love being full of your cum and still loose before you give me another load... making me soaking wet and dripping... and smelling so strongly as yours..." he teased further and to top it, he started licking and sucking the cream off his long fingers. One by one.

The words spoken and that growl – as usual – had their effect on him, of course. He was getting more than half-hard under the damp lace, his filling cock straining against the fabric and the bed. "I'm gonna scream your name and beg for more, to feel you deeper in me. I wanna be fully yours tonight. Until I can't take it anymore," he whispered hoarsely, his body buzzing with desire and need again as Stiles reached down to grab an ass-cheek and lightly pull on it, which made the fine lace strain and cut a bit into his pale skin. "I want to be marked as yours all over and inside my body, Derek..."

"Oh my god, Stiles." Yeah, Stiles could get way too graphic, as if Derek hadn't been hard already. "Keep your hands to your dessert." The werewolf wanted to focus on getting his mouth on the skin before he was too hard to even wait with penetrating his mate.

Shaking the bottle of syrup to warm it up a little, he made a small swirl on the back of the Spark to taste it out. A safe spot to start with, since he didn't want to be too predictable by starting on the more erotic parts. It was thick enough to not immediately drip down but it was definitely running a little already.

Derek leaned in, letting his warm breath caress the pale skin before his tongue licked a stripe of the sweetness away. Good thing he had added some melted white chocolate to it or the bitter dark chocolate syrup would have been a little too overwhelming on his sensitive palette. It was incredibly sweet, so he quickly decided that licking Stiles all over might make his teeth crack or something. The next dribble was a little lower on the back, his tongue and mouth cleaning away the treat right away as he moved lower and lower with each little dollop. The panties were, sadly, in the way for what he wanted to do so he pulled it down so he could lick, nibble and clean each cheek.

All along the sensual licking and hot breaths puffing against his goose-bumped skin and the sounds of Derek smacking his lips, Stiles was lying there in that pose, his hands curling into fists around the sheet. He quickly forgot about his half-eaten dessert, because he found Derek licking chocolate syrup off his mole-dotted skin incredibly sexy and hot. He was barely breathing, all his attention focused on that exciting tongue traveling lower and lower on his back.

Stiles even might have gasped when his panties were pulled lower to bare his small and round butt to get the same treatment. And there was that unsaid promise of that tongue finally going between the cheeks, but it wasn't happening yet and it was driving Stiles crazy with lust. Probably that was Derek's intention in the first place and it was working very well.

It made Stiles press his cheek more into the small pillow under his head, one hand finding its edge to hold onto as he lightly squirmed under his husband, pushing his ass out a bit more and against the lapping tongue. "Derek..." he panted on a needy tone.

The way Derek avoided to get in between the cheeks was very intentional, each little drop of syrup was somewhere on the ass cheeks, getting closer to the cleft but avoiding it. At least for a little while longer because he sensed his mate was getting impatient even before the needy whine left him. It got him a little tuft of wind caressing a wet cheek when Derek blew on it before he slapped the other one. That should be enough answer in its own.

Another drop fell, it was between Stiles' legs but on the little bit of skin showing from the ball sac, which was lavished in attention from the tongue while Derek felt cheeky for ignoring what Stiles wanted him to do. As if he wasn't eager to get on with it, because he so was.

Finally, finally, the syrup ended up in the crack, a royal amount of it as he planned to take his time there.

Stiles groaned low and long as he felt the syrup achingly slowly dribble down from his hole to the back of his balls. Which was already wet from Derek's occasional licks from earlier. The Spark loved to tease Derek, but what he loved even more was when his man teased him back just as good. If not better.

Sure, he could get impatient and eager quickly, but that didn't mean he wasn't enjoying this literally sweet torture to the fullest.

"You're so evil..." he groaned, deliberately clenching his coated hole when from over his shoulder Stiles saw Derek looking at the tempting view. "Will you start eating me out today, or should I take care of myself?" he asked, letting the edge of the pillow go to sneak a hand down between him and the bed to cup his very obvious bulge under the panties.

"You can take care of yourself if you want, but you're not going to push me this time." Another swat on one of the cheeks, and Stiles earned himself only a longer wait to get what he wanted. Derek instead watched the syrup warm up and leak a little, letting the minutes drag by before he leaned in closer.

While his slapped ass cheek was busy getting red and all tingly, Stiles moaned and rubbed his junk through the panties a few times, making the fabric roll off a little bit further, but then he decided to let himself go and subject himself to the teasing waiting. Which was nerve-wrecking and made him squirm. But it only added to the nearly palpable sexual tension between them.

The first lick was tentative, tasting the syrup before Derek pushed the muscle against the coated hole, licking away at it.

Some of it was starting to get inside of the winking entrance, and he didn't think that was a smart idea. Putting as much pressure behind his tongue as he could, he pushed the wet muscle inside, licking away the syrup which had dared to go where it shouldn't be. Not that Derek minded, he eagerly opened up his mate with his tongue even when the syrup was gone and there was no doubt a lot coating his face.

That tongue finally licking the syrup off and then pushing inside… Stiles had to bite the edge of his pillow as some loud throaty groans escaped him. Eyes closed, ass pushed high in the air because he couldn't stop himself from kneeling up, arching his back and rubbing his hungry butt against the exploring face and the stubble. Oh the stubble! How he loved as they were rubbing against his sensitive skin, making it turn red from the friction and Stiles lose his mind even more.

"Derek, yes! Eat me out! Push that tongue in! Please! Feels so good!" he whined, body strung tight like a bowstring, ready to snap at any moment although they've just started it.

Derek wasn't the only one who loved eating out Stiles, the man himself pretty much started babbling as soon as his tongue reached his hole. Shamelessly demanding more. Most likely because he knew Derek liked to take his time with his tongue before he'd add fingers while Stiles was already eager to get to the main event. It never deterred the werewolf but since this was their wedding night, he was going to be a little lenient to his mate, slightly. Somewhat.

His thick tongue pushed all the way inside when big hands kept Stiles open to him by pulling apart the pale ass cheeks. He let his saliva coat the inside as much as possible, making him wet before he went back to nibble on the rim. The leftover syrup still had to be cleaned up, so that's what he did, not adding more. They needed lube. Oh wait, they didn't need lube! Derek's skin was still oiled up enough to use.

Running his fingers over his own body to coat them with the substance coating him, he let his finger circle along the rim while his tongue lapped up the rest of the sticky residue.

Not noticing what Derek was doing with his fingers since Stiles' eyes were still closed, the Spark kept panting and moaning half-way into the poor pillow. It was hard not to when his hole was getting such a thorough tonguing. It always made his own cock throb, as if Derek's tongue sent electric currents right into his dick. It wasn't different this time either.

And Stiles wanted to urge him for more, but he also wanted to let Derek enjoy himself to the fullest on this special night too, so he bit the edge of the pillow again and tried to be a good boy and not his demanding self. He was trying so, so hard!

Especially when he felt a slick finger teasing his entrance too, the wet sounds of Derek's licking ringing loudly in his ears.

Stiles was so suspiciously quiet that Derek was guessing his husband was attempting to behave for his sake, since he knew how much the alpha loved to get his mouth on any part of the other. Honestly, he could do it for hours and not get tired of it, but they both were never patient enough to get that far. The fact there was no demand made for more fingers at this very moment was already surprising. Not that Derek needed it, he knew exactly what the human liked and how little patience he had when it came to foreplay.

His finger sunk into the warm tightness, the body used to his intrusions and always so welcoming. His mouth traveled to the balls, mouthing at the thin skin while he fingered the tight hole, stretching the muscles there. The second finger wasn't immediately added because he liked playing too much, letting some of his spit roll down so he could push it into his mate to add to the oil. It was one of those days, the ‘tease Stiles into insanity with pleasure’ kind of days.

Pressing his eyes shut even tighter, Stiles moaned into the pillow and tried to focus on relaxing his ass some more to let the exploring finger in easier. To coax more from Derek. His pale thighs with the blue panties half-way pushed down trembled from the force he was trying to hold himself and the magic back. Because yes, it wanted to get into the game again, but it was too soon.

First Stiles wanted to enjoy his husband playing with and teasing his body without such interference. But it wasn't so easy when all he wanted to do was give in, melt into a puddle and beg to be fucked hard and deep! He tried his best, only groaning and rubbing himself against his mate's eager mouth and tongue and slightly bucking against the intruding finger.

After a moment or two, Derek couldn't help it, he snorted against the trembling skin with quiet amusement. "Your whole body is buzzing with the energy you're trying to hold back. You can't fool a werewolf, Stiles." It was sexy and at the same time cute that his new husband wanted to behave so badly that he was almost vibrating on the bed with pent up sexual needs. "Thank you for trying, though." Someday they'd get there for sure, probably was going to take years before this electrical current of sexual attraction would simmer down enough to take long with foreplay.

The wolf kissed an ass-cheek as he added another finger, deciding to not tease Stiles for much longer but he wasn't going to skip on prepping him. Using some more of the body oil, he let his thick fingers probe deep, scissoring them to relax the body into accepting larger soon.

Okay, almost done with teasing. Not quite. Hooking his fingers behind the rim, he pulled the taut skin and pushed his fingers deeper, sliding along the warm walls to aim straight for the prostate.

"I... didn't try to... fool you..." Stiles panted after finally spitting the already damp edge of the pillow out, a light sheen of sweat making a return all over his trembling body. "I was trying to behave for you... to be your good boy... a good husband..." he panted in-between a few needy and at the same time appreciating moans from what Derek was doing with more fingers now.

Then – just as the sexual tension peaked between them – Stiles' back arched and he threw his head back on a loud and desperate moan just when the fingertips FINALLY brushed against that magical spot. It made him see stars and whine and buck harder against Derek's hand.

"You are my good boy, you're my perfect husband." Derek's voice wavered a little, affected by the way Stiles moaned and moved. He loved the scent of the human when he was so needy and aroused, stinking of want. The need to have Derek inside of him was palpable and it made the wolf feel wanted, the scent making him possessive. It always did.

Considering how well of a reaction he got, he kept prodding the prostate, massaging it, but also keeping an eye out on how Stiles moved since he didn't want him to come yet. That was for when Derek was knot deep within him so he could get milked by the spasming walls. Slick sounds surrounded his wet fingers as he added a third to make sure he was going to slide in all the way.

From that Stiles face-planted the pillow and groaned loudly into it, loving how he could feel his ass being stretched more and more. That barely there burning quickly turned into pleasure and he wanted more. There were three fingers in him now yet he still felt so empty. The intensity of that want to get filled by Derek came onto him fast and strong. It reminded him a bit on how he felt Derek during his heat cycle.

"Derek!" Stiles outright whined a little like a wolf and opened his legs a bit wider in his kneeling position, face pressed against the pillow, mole-dotted back with the by then glowing tattoo arched beautifully. He was the perfect picture of someone presenting himself for the taking. "I can't.... I WANT!" he added so out of it already.

"Shhhhhh," Derek shushed his husband's needy demands, because he was getting what he wanted soon enough. A wet tongue trailed along the arched back to taste sweat and arousal, the fingers pulling out. Stiles wasn't the only one needing and wanting so much… The Hale was hard enough to ache, and he didn't want to knot as soon as he was deep inside his mate's tightness.

There was no need to coat his erection with lubrication, it was still wet from when Stiles had his hand wrapped around it, smearing the body oil pretty much everywhere along with the semen. Taking his cock in hand, he guided it between the cheeks shiny with spit and oil, resting the head against the opened muscle. It didn't need much to push his way inside, sinking into the plush warmth like Stiles was made for this.

The trembling human gasped for air then groaned loud and long, trying to remind himself to breathe through the slide and slight burn of the stretching he loved so much. His hands curled into fists again around the sheets and he focused on relaxing his ass as much as he could to welcome the maddening pressure against his wet walls. To enjoy being impaled and filled so fucking perfectly by his husband. It was one of the best feelings in the world for Stiles!

"D-Derek!" he repeated himself on a 'dying' tone as his ass was giving more and more way, swallowing him up inch by inch. "So full! Love it... so much!" he babbled barely coherent, even pushing his mole-dotted butt closer to slide more onto the thick and long shaft. "God!"

The thick shaft slowly pushed its way inside, taking over inch by agonizing inch, not stopping until Derek had fully bottomed out. Only then did he pause to let his newlywed husband get used to the burn, let the abused flesh settle into the claim it had suffered just now. It was going to get stretched even more around the knot that was going to make itself known probably far sooner than the wolf wanted it to. Despite having a round one before, their bodies were so eager around one another that it didn't slow down their need to orgasm.

Making love was always overwhelming, as was round three going to be, after some rest. Maybe they could even push for a personal record and go for round four.

Derek licked at the scarred bite at the back of Stiles' neck, soothing the sensitive flesh as he rested his hips on the soft buttocks. There was a little bit of a wiggle, teasing his mate as well as creating some room within the tightness of the walls hugging his length. "You feel so good, Mr. Stilinski-Hale."

Slowly the alpha moved, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back inside with the same maddening slow pace. He wanted to hollow out Stiles, wanted to take and take and drive him mad.

Stiles' breathy chuckle turned into another moan. He knew Derek loved to hear and have his sounds all for himself. Because no one else could coax them out of Stiles and no one else will ever do that aside from his wolf. He knew Derek took pride in that and Stiles couldn't blame him, because it worked the other way around too. He loved the growls and pants and sometimes even loud yells of pleasure he could make Derek do while having sex. It was just as addictive to the Spark like for his alpha.

"You're fuckin' killin' me... but I love it!" he admitted. The slow slide was messing with his senses, the sensitive nerve-endings in there sending waves of pleasure up into Stiles' mind, only making it higher on lust and need. His body's trembling intensified as the tension was building from the slow, gentle moves. They both needed more, but this was part of the game to rile each other up. Well, more Stiles, but he knew his mate was affected too.

Shivering from the hot breath puffing against the damp scars on the back of his neck, Stiles' body was now shaking for it so much that he could only utter guttural sounds of need. More animal than human.

There was only so long Derek could keep up with the languid thrusts before his body demanded more, which was in conclave with the demands Stiles was making through his moans and words. The human wanted more as well, wanted to stop the torture of the slow slide deep within him. The angle was off, the prostate had been avoided and that was the first thing Derek did change, moving his body into a slightly different angle of the hips so he could get at what he knew was going to drive the human even more to the brink. The thick bulbous head slid along the soft tissue, making the other body shudder. That was it.

That was exactly what he wanted. Grabbing onto the slender hips, the Hale tightened his fingers on the flesh and sped up his thrusts. Derek was at that point where he couldn't form words anymore. There was this single-minded needed to bring them both to what they craved the most. What slipped past his lips were moans and his mate's name as he worked them both into a sweating mess of hunkering need. It showed how close he was when there was a distinct knob growing at the base of his cock.

And so the poor sheet was being creased hard again by Stiles. For a brief moment he was glad he didn't have actual claws like Derek, because then it would've been shredded and totally ruined. He could feel it... feel where Derek was, how much his need for orgasm grew with each harder thrust that made Stiles rock back and forth from their force. There were those familiar wet slapping sounds, which he always found deliciously obscene and dirty and which – combined with the fact that he was face down on the bed and his ass high up in the air for the taking – made his cheeks burn. Well, not just his cheeks by then but also his whole face and neck and chest were surely flushed, veins bulging, sweat starting to roll down by his temple as he moaned with each brush against his poor prostate.

Stiles was so hard it hurt, but he didn't mind at all. His leaking erection was happily bobbing between his spread legs, tattooed (and glowing) back arched beautifully for the prefect angle.

"Fuckin' hell! Yes! Fuck me, Derek! Fuck me harder and deeper!" he groaned hoarsely, loving how his pillow was rubbing against his already red cheek as he was holding onto the sheets for dear life. Especially when he started feeling that telltale extra pressure against his rim. That was when his body began squirming and the magic flared up even more.

"Please! Breed me! Fill me up with that big load of yours! Fill up my belly with it!" he babbled filthily and without thinking, completely lost in the mind-numbing pleasures his husband was giving him.

A low growl was what Stiles got in reply to his filthy words, the alpha side of Derek reacting to the want of being bred because his knot happily throbbed at that idea. The thought of Stiles fat with a baby which Derek had put in there, it was a maddening one he wanted to happen and knew never would. Oh yes, he was going to fill up Stiles to the brink and make his flat stomach bulge with the hefty load.

His hand moved from the slender hip to grasp the unattended erection, not really doing much with it besides curling his fingers around the length. He didn't need to, as soon as his thrusts intensified, Stiles' body was forced forward and it made it fuck into his grip. Derek didn't want Stiles to have to resort to getting himself off since the Hale was getting very close to it. He wanted for them to get there closely together. The knot was starting to fully form, threatening the rim with each thrust deep inside the body.

The magic was out of control, swirling around them both as if it knew it would get to roam freely as soon as they reached orgasm. "Gonna knot you, gonna fill you up."

"Yes! YES! Pleaaase!" Stiles outright whined from that hot promise and the firm hold around his slick cock. This was all blowing his mind so damn much that it felt numb and speaking became difficult even to him. It was amazing how much Derek and his own need for this wolf could mess him up. No one ever had such an effect on him and no one ever will. Because what they had was so fucking special and just their own and Stiles loved it! And he loved his wolf pounding his ass and playing with his cock like this just as much. But he needed more.

"More!!" he growled desperate, the magic running along his skin to rush over Derek in a warm wave, coaxing him closer and deeper. "Give it to me!" he demanded, somehow finding enough remaining brain cells to put together a full sentence. He even put more of his weight on his cheek and one forearm so he could reach back with one hand and pull on a flushed ass cheek. As if showing Derek where to put that teasing knot. Not that he didn't know, but Stiles was already desperately burning for it, like a possessed man in great need. And that's exactly how he felt. His skin hot, his whole being feeling like being on fire. Nearly like being in heat – or at least he imagined it would feel something like this.

It wasn't like Derek needed more encouragement as to where to put his knot, he was already nearly balls deep within the human. And he was so close to coming that he decided to give Stiles what he wanted. It took two more thrusts before the knot had swollen enough to catch at the rim and not pull out anymore. The way the walls squeezed around him was like being milked, making him shudder and come deeply within his mate. As usual when he allowed the knot, the amount of semen warming Stiles' inside was obscene, shooting inside to insure the breeding was successful.

Had Stiles been female, there would have been a baby inside of him a long time ago with how often Derek had knotted him. Alphas were very fertile to make the pack bigger, especially when a pack was as small as his. Talia had five children, a very normal thing for werewolves to have at least three if not more. If the fire hadn't happened, then there might have been even more babies.

Quietly Derek shuddered out his orgasm. He often forgot he didn't need to be quiet, but he was a very quiet person in general. Stiles never seemed to complain about that. Derek's behavior made up for him being quiet. Such as the way he slumped over his mate, hand still moving to jerk Stiles off as he was coming himself.

Stiles loved each time the knot breached him and gave him that nearly unbearable burning pressure until his body accepted it. It was such a heady feeling, making his head swim in pleasure and his body shiver. It also provided a kind of satisfaction that he suspected was connected to the mate bond. He might not be another werewolf, but the basic laws of the "mate magic" very much applied to him too.

As Derek's deep pleasure washed over him through the bond and he felt the big warm hand jerking him while his mate's weight on top immobilized him, Stiles made sure to let his voice out, being the loud one for both of them, to show the overwhelming pleasure they both felt.

It was so intense each time with Derek, the magic chipping in with burning them in a warm cloud of energy, making the tattoo and its tendrils all over Stiles' back, neck and shoulders burn bright in that amber color. His last rational thought was completely wiped out the second his ass began pulsing around Derek's cock and knot buried deep in him and his own cum covered the warm fingers (and a bit the sheet too) in quick jets of cum. His body was trying to squirm, but his alpha and his body made sure to stop him from doing that, keeping him pinned to the bed and the knot grinding against his sensitive prostate, which only drew out Stiles' own orgasm too. It was truly mind-blowing and nearly too much but also so damn perfect!

For a long moment there was only the blinding white of pure pleasure, their bodies locked tightly together and the magic roaming free. Sex with Stiles was intense and too much. It was everything Derek could have hoped for and everything he never thought was possible. Stiles had ruined him for others forever, because nothing could ever be as good as what they had together, absolutely nothing at all!

The alpha soaked in the moment, not speaking, simply lying there plastered against his mate's back while he had to wait for his knot to go down. He had moved his hand from under the human to avoid him being uncomfortable, the wet cum on it drying in the air.

Stiles hummed in satisfaction because he was one with his mate. Instinctively he reached out for Derek's hand on the side and led it to smear the cum over the alpha's skin on his side and wherever he could reach him like that. It was Stiles' way of marking Derek as his, just like his mate did with pumping him full with his cum.

It'd stick to their skin even after a shower. More than they already smelled like each other thanks to the bond. And what was even better: they only strengthened that bond of belonging to each other in the human way too with the wedding.

Lifting and craning his neck, he managed to kiss the underside of Derek's chin, a very submissive and at the same time fond gesture. Even the content sound Stiles made resembled of a seated submissive mate. Which he totally was at the moment and he loved every second of it.

Derek returned the submissive gesture with a dominant one, biting the back of Stiles' neck. It didn't leave an indent or a bruise. It was barely even a pinch but it got the message across. The older man didn't have the need to be an overly assertive alpha, but that didn't mean he would pass up the chance for it. The wolf side of him wouldn't allow it. Wrapping his arms tightly around his mate, he waited for his knot to go down, though he didn't want to break the contact between them.

"Get some rest, let's sleep some." Their wedding night had been exactly how Derek had imagined it to be. Just as their wedding day had been.

They did sleep a couple of hours before they got into two more rounds. One with Stiles topping his husband again, and the other the other way around, leaving them both messy and saturated with each other's scent. Stiles felt deliciously sore, knowing that his muscles were going to burn the following day, but as he was falling asleep in Derek's warm embrace, he thought that it was all worth it. Everything they had to go through to get here. To feel this loved, needed, cared for and protected... He'd do it all over again just to be in these arms after their long wedding night, fully sated and so much in love that it couldn't wipe the stupid grin off Stiles' face even while falling into a coma-like sleep.

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