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Derek and Stiles took things slow, almost glacial if you asked others. But Stiles didn’t ask others because he didn’t give a damn what they thought. Derek deserved nice things and Stiles wanted to be a nice thing for him. Stiles even kept his room in the pack house. Derek was a little confused and frustrated but tried to abide by Stiles’ wishes.
They were sitting at breakfast about three weeks after they’d decided to give them a chance and Stiles blurted out. “What is your favorite steakhouse?”
Derek paused with a forkful of eggs halfway to his mouth. “What?”
“Your favorite steakhouse.” Stiles flailed a little. “What is it?”
Derek put the fork down. “I don’t know.” He thought for a moment because Stiles seemed serious about it. “I guess I really prefer cooking them at home.”
Stiles nodded for a moment. “Ok. Yeah. That’s doable.”
He was silent for a while, so Derek started eating his breakfast again. “Mr. Hannigan’s butchery has the best steaks if you’re buying them to cook yourself.”
Stiles looked up with a bright smile. “Cool.” He looked back down at his phone. “What’s your schedule like this weekend? I’m sorry. I forgot.”
“I pretty much have to look at it every day so it’s ok.” He picked Stiles’ hand up and kissed his knuckles. Stiles put his phone back on the table and gave Derek his undivided attention. “I work Friday and Saturday night 11:00 to 7:00 and I’m off Sunday. Did you have something in mind?”
Stiles had been playing with Derek’s hand while he talked. He kissed the palm and said. “I want to cook dinner for you. You know, like a date.”
Derek wrapped his hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in. “I’d love that.” He whispered against Stiles’ lips.
Stiles pressed his lips against Derek’s and kissed him slowly. “Mmm.” He licked his lips and smiled. “You always taste so good.” They kissed for a few more seconds then Stiles said. “I’ve sent the pups out on their own for the night. I want it to just be us.”
Derek was perfectly happy with that. He loved his pack, but he loved alone time with Stiles. “Sounds great to me.”
Derek could tell that date night was important to Stiles, so he made himself scarce. He got permission from Stiles to be in charge of dessert. He took a shower, put on date clothes, and headed to Stiles’ favorite bakery to find something. Derek had a hard time picking one dessert, so he picked a dozen mini desserts. Hopefully Stiles would like one of them.
He texted Stiles as he was heading back home. “See you soon.”
Stiles heard his phone beep as he was finishing up in the bathroom. “Can’t wait.”
He checked himself in the mirror again and headed back down to the kitchen. He was keeping their plates warm in the oven. He had already poured two glasses of wine so they could breathe. All he needed now was his devastatingly handsome Alpha to come back.
Derek found Stiles on the deck waiting for him. He was just sitting their plates down. His mate was beautiful. “Hey babe!” Derek whispered in his ear as he pulled him into a hug.
“Mmm.” Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek’s neck and responded with kisses to his neck. “My sexy Alpha.”
Derek rumbled as he set the bag of desserts on the table and wrapped both arms around his mate’s waste. “You look amazing. Everything smells so good.” They got lost in each other for a few minutes.
Stiles broke the kiss, panting hard. “God! Your mouth is so amazing. You ready for dinner?”
Derek’s rumbling stomach answered for him. Both men laughed as Derek took Stiles’ hand. “Lead the way.”
They kept the deck decorated with while lights. Stiles had added a few candles and had turned on a nice Jazz station for background noise. They took their seats and Stiles took the tops off their food. “I hope you like it.”
Along with the steaks, rare just like Derek liked, Stiles had made broccoli and big baked potatoes fully loaded. Derek could tell that Stiles was waiting for him to try the steak.
Derek didn’t make him wait. The meat practically melted in his mouth. “Oh my God!” Derek moaned and his eyes slipped closed. “Stiles.” He said it so reverently. “This is amazing.” When he opened his eyes, they were glowing a deep red. “Perfect mate.” Derek growled as he fed Stiles a bite of his food. He needed to provide for his mate even if Stiles had actually cooked the food. His wolf was prowling. It was going to be an interesting night.
Derek surprised Stiles with the multitude of dessert options then they took a little spin around the patio dancing slowly. “I was supposed to be wooing you Big Guy.”
Derek chuckled and pressed his face into Stiles’ neck more. “You woo me every day.”
“Hmm.” Stiles hummed and ran his fingers through Derek’s hair. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”
Derek pulled back and gave Stiles his undivided attention. “Yeah? Sounds intriguing.”
Stiles laughed but nodded. “So, I was thinking…you know I’ve wanted to take this thing between us slow. I’ve wanted to do things right with us.” Derek nodded. “I can’t stand not sleeping beside you Derek. I want to move into your room. If…if you want that too.”
“Thank fuck!” Derek growled as he kissed Stiles passionately. “I’ve been going crazy. My wolf has been going crazy.”
They cleaned up from dinner, Stiles’ idea not Derek’s because he was ready to move Stiles in right that second. “Patience babe.” Stiles had said as they cleaned the kitchen together.
They grabbed his necessities and walked to Derek’s room. They stopped in the doorway and Stiles asked. “You sure you’re ready for me to completely invade your space?”
“Yes.” Derek said quietly in his ear.
Stiles knew Derek slept on the side of the bed closest to the door, so he walked around to the other side and plugged in his phone charger, laying his phone on the nightstand. Derek showed him where to put his toiletries. They matched smiles as they watched each other in the bathroom mirror. Derek finished before Stiles and went back into the bedroom. He stripped out of everything except his boxer briefs and sat on the edge of the bed. Stiles walked out a couple of minutes later in nothing but his boxer briefs.
Stiles stopped just outside of the doorway and just stared at Derek. Derek watched back intently. He had been going insane the last few weeks. He had never wanted someone as badly as he wanted Stiles. They hadn’t even had sex yet. They had had some pretty serious make out sessions but that was it.
Stiles walked over to him, stopping between his knees, and he cupped Derek’s face. “God, you are so beautiful Derek. I love you so much.” He leaned down and kissed Derek softly. “I know it was my idea to take it slow but God, I want you so badly.”
Derek pulled him down into his lap. “I love you too Stiles. More than I ever imagined I could love someone.” He ran his fingers through Stiles’ hair. He’d been letting it get longer and Derek loved it. “I appreciate how much you respect me. How much you care for me.” He smiled as he ran the pad of his thumb over Stiles’ cheek. “You really are a perfect mate.” He pulled Stiles closer so he could feel how hard he was. “I want you too.”
Stiles laughed breathlessly into the kiss. “Fuck.” He moaned as Derek slipped his tongue into his mouth.
Derek groaned in agreement. Stiles’ mouth was hot like lava and Derek could spend hours kissing him. As a matter of fact, he had spent hours kissing him. He stood up with Stiles’ legs bracketed on his hips and turned them around to lay them down on the bed.
“God damn it Stiles.” Derek rumbled as they rutted against each other. “I just want to fucking take you. You have no idea.” He buried his face in Stiles’ neck and inhaled deeply before biting.
Stiles arched up into him. “Then fucking take me Derek.” He said as he roughly pulled him away from his neck with a hard grip of his hair. “I’m not a squishy human. Fuck me. Mark me. Make me yours.”
Derek had shifted to his Beta. He growled and snapped his teeth. “Mine.” He was lost in a primal urge for his mate. He ripped Stiles’ boxer briefs off then his own. “Mate.” Derek growled again.
“Yes!” Stiles hissed as Derek’s hard cock brushed against his hole. “Fuck Derek! I need you in me right fucking now!”
Derek was lost in lust. He needed Stiles and his brain was telling him that he needed to prep him so he didn’t hurt him. “Lube.” He pulled away so he could clear his head. “Need to prep you. Couldn’t…couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you.”
“It’s ok.” Stiles said soothingly and kissed him. “Werewolf healing and you’d never hurt me. I trust you.” He kissed him again. “Do what you need to do babe.” He smiled and Derek returned it.
He dug the lube out of the nightstand and moved back over to Stiles who had now turned around and stretched himself out on the bed. “God Stiles.” Derek groaned and squeezed the base of his cock. “You’re so perfect.”
Stiles made grabby hands and maneuvered Derek back on top of him. “You’re the perfect one. Fucking Greek God.” They kissed as Derek prepped him.
Derek slicked up his cock and positioned himself at Stiles’ hole. “Are you ready?” He breathed against Stiles’ lips. “Fuck Stiles. Please tell me you’re ready.”
Stiles moved his hips so that Derek slid into him. “Fuck me Derek.”
Derek slid into him and felt like he’d died and gone to Heaven. Stiles was so warm and tight. “Fuck!” It sounded like he was in pain, but it was the greatest moment of ecstasy that he had ever experienced. “You feel so amazing.”
Stiles cried out when Derek buried himself balls deep in him. “Derek!” It was almost too much. Not just Derek size, which was substantial, but the feeling. He certainly was no blushing virgin, but he’d never felt anything like this. He wondered if it was being a wolf or being Derek’s mate or a combination of both. “Please move. I need…I need you…to move. Derek.”
“Not a squishy human.” Derek rumbled through his fangs. He snapped his hips so hard the bed was shaking.
Stiles wrapped himself around Derek and Derek fucked him with everything he had. If the bed had had a headboard it would be broken. Stiles gave as much as Derek was giving. He met every thrust with his own.
Their moans and kisses were filthy. There was a bit of fighting their fangs, they were so caught up. “Fuck Derek.” Stiles slurred around his fangs. “I need you to bite me. Please.”
They had talked extensively about the mating bite they’d give each other. Derek had thought they’d have a ceremony in front of the pack. Right now, all his brain could think was mateminebiteclaimfuck.
He licked the spot on Stiles’ neck where he’d told him he wanted to leave his mark. Stiles bucked hard and faster. “Please! Yes!”
“Bite me too Stiles.” He pulled back and looked his mate in the eye. “We wear each other’s mark.”
Stiles swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes.”
Derek had slowed down his thrusts but now that he and Stiles had decided they were ready to make it official official he lost control. Derek could feel his orgasm building. That tingle that let him know something amazing was going to happen.
“Stiles!” He groaned and tugged on his mate’s hair to get his attention. “’m close.”
Stiles nodded frantically; he could feel the pull too. “Fuck Derek. Fill me up. Please!” He bared his neck to Derek and that was all it took.
Both men roared as they bit down on each other’s shoulders and came. Derek buried himself deep in Stiles. After he’d rang every drop of come from himself and Stiles, he pulled his fangs out of Stiles’ neck and licked his mark. Stiles followed suit and rumbled as he cleaned the wound. Derek collapsed on top of him with a long sigh.
Stiles lazily ran his fingers through Derek’s hair. “You broke me, but it was amazing.”
Derek chuckled as he revealed in Stiles’ touch. “Was awesome.”
Stiles laughed at Derek’s caveman response. His attention was caught by the mark he’d left on Derek. “It’s not healing.” Derek shivered when Stiles ran his finger over it.
He snuffled and kissed Stiles’ chest. “Mating bites are…magical for lack of a better word. They’ll close up but never go away.” He propped himself on an elbow and looked at Stiles’ mark. “Mmm. I love seeing a permanent mark of mine on you.” Derek moved up the bed to lay next to Stiles. He draped an arm and a leg over him and rest his head on his chest. “Thank you for tonight. Dinner and dessert was amazing,”
Stiles sighed happily as Derek cuddled closer. “I got the seasoning idea from Boyd. I wasn’t sure about what vegetables to make because you like everything.”
“It was perfect.” He squeezed Stiles a little.
It didn’t take long for both men to fall asleep. Stiles was glad that Derek had the ceiling fan light on remote because he had a 250 lb. unconscious werewolf on top of him. He wasn’t going anywhere for a while.