Seeking Comfort

It's busy then. The pack takes turns patrolling the town to make sure there are no threats. Stiles helps them study for upcoming exams, silently wishing he was in school because he has missed so much, yet terrified to go back.

Derek is quite busy so Stiles spends a lot of time with Scott and Isaac, but can't figure out what Derek is busy with. He tells him it's a surprise.

Stiles keeps himself busy with the pack and organising their next get to together and learning to cook new meals. He doesn't spend every night with Derek but he sees him everyday for a good few hours at least.

It works; Derek is there whenever he needs him and still does his own thing. A lot of the time he is training with some of the pack or dealing with something at the station that John thinks could be more the packs kind of thing.

Stiles feels like he hasn't stopped until he sighs and flops down on his dad's couch a week and a half later.

Derek smiles down at him, kissing his head.
"We can relax now. You have my undivided attention," Derek tells him, stroking his hair. Stiles beams up at him, puckering his lips obnoxiously. Derek chuckles, but obliges him, pressing their lips together.

John swears when he walks in, grumbling his complaints as he walks straight back out. Derek smirks into the kiss, slowly swiping his tongue along Stiles' bottom lip before nipping at it.

Derek pulls away, stroking Stiles' hair.
" I really love your mouth, it's so pretty and- fuck I can't wait to have your mouth on me," Derek groans.

"How do you feel about rimming?" Stiles asks after pulling Derek in for a heated kiss.
"Id love to rim you," Derek says easily and presses their lips together again. "My wolf and I love the idea of just burying my face there, smelling and tasting and making you mine."

Stiles moans brokenly.
"Der you can't say stuff like that when we still have to wait for it to happen," Stiles complains and closes his eyes as he tries to imagine grandmas and dead puppies. "What about the other way around?" Stiles says nervously once he isn't afraid that he'll show up to dinner with a boner.

Derek raises an eyebrow.
"I'm open to try. I've never really explored anything there, but I'd be happy to try. How would you feel about me riding you?"

Stiles splutters as he tries to form a sentence, eventually closing his mouth so quickly that his teeth loudly bang together as he clumsily nods his head. Derek chuckles, nuzzling his cheek gently before kissing him.

"Boys, dinners nearly ready."

Melissa, Scott and Isaac come in a few minutes after Derek and Stiles have sat down at the table with John. Everyone exchanges their own 'hello's and 'how are you's before John starts dishing out the food.

"Uhm- is that everyone?" Stiles asks.
"Yup," John nods, trying to hide his smile as he puts more food on Melissa's plate. He sits down at his own place and smiles at everyone. "I thought your girlfriend was supposed to be here?" Scott asks. 
"She is here," John nods, waiting for them to cotton on.

Stiles' mouth is agape, the same way Scott and Isaac's are.

"You two?" Stiles splutters. "Wha- why wouldn't you- oh my god!" Derek laughs fondly.
"You are- mom! Why didn't you tell me?" Scott asks. Melissa laughs, smiling over at John.

"We wanted to keep it secret for a little while. You are okay with this, right, boys?" She asks.
"Yeah, that's awesome!" Stiles grins. "Way to go, dad!"
"Thanks, son. Derek- you not surprised?" The sheriff asks. Derek huffs a laugh as he shakes his head.

"I've known since you told us you were dating someone. You said her name when you went outside but I could hear you," Derek explains.
"Werewolves," Stiles and John grumble simultaneously, laughing at each other.

The dinner doesn't warrant any more new information; they talk happily about it as they eat their food and soon get onto the topic of Stiles' birthday.

"Planning anything?" Isaac asks.
"Haven't really thought about doing anything. I'm seeing dad the day before and then I assume people could come over to the loft before me and Derek kick you guys out because I'll finally be 18!" He wiggles his eyebrow which makes Derek blush and Scott wrinkle his nose.

"I don't want to hear about that," John sighs, winking at Derek. "I think me and your man should go for lunch one day, have a little chat."
"Dad you don't need to-"
"That sounds great, John. Maybe Stiles could go with my family then," Derek agrees easily. "What about we do it the day before his birthday and then all get together for dinner later on?"

Stiles doesn't get a say in the matter, likes his dom making decisions for him anyway so he is happy. Derek strokes his leg when Stiles reaches out for him, smiling sweetly at him.

They stay the night so they can have breakfast with the sheriff in the morning. Stiles loves it, wriggles in his seat as he tries to contain himself and his happiness.

"You seem happy, sweetheart. Anything in particular?" Derek asks as he walks past to get the milk, kissing his cheek gently on the way back. Stiles grins as he leans into the soft touch.
"Like you being close to my family, like that you're involved. I always used to worry that whatever Dom settled for me wouldn't let me see dad," Stiles explains. Derek frowns down at the pan.
"I haven't settled for you, Stiles. I love you," Derek argues.
"I love you, too. But you could do way better than me," Stiles shrugs.

His dad comes in then, smiling at the two boys until he realises everything might not be great.
"Act like I'm not here. Or ask me to leave. I don't mind," John tells them as he sits down at the table.

Derek sighs.
"Come here, love," he says quietly, turning the oven off. Stiles walks over to bury his face in Derek's chest.
"Sorry," he whispers. Derek kisses his head.
"Nothing to be sorry for, my darling. Just want to make you feel happy again. How about everyday we both choose one thing that the other and ourselves have done well that day or something we like?

So yesterday I could say you were very patient with finding out about your dad and Melissa. And I could say that I took control of deciding things for you, which you enjoyed. And you'd do the same. Can you try for me, Stiles?"

Stiles makes a sad noise and tries to burrow further into him. He shrugs slightly.
"You want to kneel?"
"Wanna be close to you," Stiles mumbles and clutches onto his shirt tightly.
"Okay, love. That's okay. Can you tell me one good thing about me?" Derek asks.
"You are always patient with me," Stiles says easily. He would write a list if he could, but Derek only wanted one a day.

"Thank you. Now can you tell me one good thing about you?"

Stiles shifts, squirming in Derek's arms. He shrugs again and stares at the floor.
"I know it's difficult, baby. I find it very hard to do it, too. Take your time. If you're really struggling, no worries, we'll work on it," Derek soothes. He holds Stiles to him, far away enough that they can see each other's faces, stroking his skin soothingly.

"I uhm-" Stiles says after a couple minutes. "I let you help."

Derek grins, cupping his face to kiss him softly.
"That's great, sweetheart. Absolutely brilliant. And you're right, you're very good now with letting me help you. Good boy. Such a good boy, Stiles."
"Love you," Stiles whispers.
"Love you, too, babe."

Stiles sits beside his dad when Derek returns to cooking, leaning against him lightly as he scratches at his scalp. John squeezes him tight.
"I love you, kiddo," John tells him quietly.
"Love you, too, dad."

They take it easy over the next few days, staying at Derek's and spending time with the pack. Stiles hasn't dropped for a while when he brings the idea of playing up.

"Der?" Stiles calls after leaving the shower.
"Couch," Derek shouts back.

Derek just hums and slides his fingers into Stiles' hair when the pale boy kneels beside his feet.
"Everything okay?"
"Mhm. I just feel a bit jittery, need to let off some steam," Stiles shrugs.
"You want to go under?" Derek asks, moving his laptop out of the way to touch Stiles more. Stiles' shoulders shrug again under his hands.
"Was thinking maybe we could try the uh- puppy stuff," he mumbles quietly, cheeks pinking. Derek hums, stroking his hands down Stiles' neck to his shoulders and back up again.

"Good boy. Thank you for telling me what you need," Derek praises.
"Is that okay?"
"Yes, love, it's okay," Derek soothes, kissing the back of his neck. "Want me to ring Erica?"
"Maybe we can have a little bit of time to ourselves first?" Stiles suggests nervously.

"Okay, I'll go get the stuff. You don't be worrying while I'm out the room," Derek tells him, smiling down at him as he leans down to kiss him. Stiles hums against him, eyes fluttering closed.
"Yes sir," Stiles grins as he pulls away. Derek chuckles, ruffling his hair before he leaves. Stiles stretches his back slightly and settles, licking his lips as he closes his eyes.

Derek kneels in front of Stiles when he comes back.
"Can you open your eyes, please, love?" He asks gently, setting a gentle hand on his thigh. His thumb rubbing soft circles into his skin. "There's my good boy."

Stiles beams up at him, wriggling happily in his place. He whimpers and leans into the touch as Derek cups his cheek.

"Ready?" Derek asks as he starts setting everything out on the coffee table.
"Yes, sir."
"Stand up."

Derek undresses him slowly, fingers drifting briefly over his skin. He kisses his cheek, his chest and down to his knees until he is naked.
"Do you want me to prep you for the plug or do you want to do it?" Derek asks.
"I still want wait for my birthday so I will, I guess," Stiles shrugs. Derek smiles up at him and then stands, pulling him over to sit on the couch.

"Straddle my lap facing my feet, please, darling," Derek says gently. Stiles inhales sharply as he nods his head clumsily, hurrying to do as he's told. His pale skin flushes with patches of red.

Derek hands him the lube, hands holding his hips as a reassurance that he's there.
"Take your time, one finger to start."

He bites his lip as Stiles reaches back, a slick finger prodding at his hole.
"Slow, Stiles. Be gentle."

Stiles nods, bracing himself on Derek's knee so he can steadily push one finger in. He stays still for a moment before he starts wriggling it around to stretch himself.
"Good boy," Derek praises. He groans when Stiles whines highly.
"Der," Stiles moans, squirming.
"Feel good?" Derek asks.
"Yes, sir. Another?" Stiles pants, pushing his hips back to meet his finger.
"Okay, love. Take some deep breaths, calm down."
Stiles takes a moment, chest heaving before he starts again. He whimpers as he pushes another finger in beside the other, nails digging into Derek's knee.

Derek's claws come out and his fangs drop down when Stiles decides he's stretched enough and pulls his fingers out, whimpering at the loss.

"You ready for the plug, Stiles?" Derek asks, voice strained. Stiles nods his head, trying to calm himself and slip into his headspace. "Good boy."

Derek eases the plug slowly into him, pulling it out at the widest part to push it back again a little further.
"There we go. So good."

Stiles whines, wriggling to test his tail. The tail wags as he moves his hips and he beams, grinning at Derek.
"Up you get, good boy."

Derek helps stabilise Stiles as he stands up, strokes his side and kisses his head.
"Hands out, babe."

Stiles holds his hands out in front of himself, wriggling his fingers slightly. His foot is tapping, hips shaking as he tries to move the plug. Derek manages to pull up and strap the knee pads on so he doesn't hurt himself crawling.

"Stay still, love," Derek says gruffly as he slips the paws over his hands. He tightens the cuffs that fasten them to his wrists, letting his hands stroke up to his shoulders.

Stiles stares at his paws, circling his wrists and bringing one up to brush along his cheek.
"How do those feel, love?"

He just nods enthusiastically.
"Don't want to talk? That's okay. Kneel for me."

Stiles slips onto his knees, resting forward on his paws and sticking his butt out. Derek pats his head, ruffling his hair slightly before he gets the ears out.

They're soft, clip in because Stiles was nervous about wearing a hood , especially for his first time. Derek clips them in place and grins down at him.
"Good boy."

Stiles nuzzles at Derek's wrist when it comes close enough, Derek indulging him for a moment before he continues with what he's doing. He deftly fastens the collar around Stiles' neck, slipping a finger between his skin and the collar to test how tight it is. Once he's pleased that it's okay he sets the leash on the couch and moves away.

"Stiles, come on," Derek encourages as he walks into the kitchen. Stiles rolls his shoulders, hesitating for a moment before he sits forward and begins to crawl towards Derek.

"That's it. Good boy!" Derek coos, patting the side of his leg and waiting for Stiles to catch up to start walking again. Stiles is flushed down his chest, dick hard and bobbing against his tummy.

Derek strokes his hair gently, smiling at the tail wag he gets in response. Stiles whimpers, nuzzling against Derek's calf. He pats at Derek's leg with a paw, whining up at him.
"What's up, little one?"
"Yellow," Stiles says quietly, voice strained.

Immediately Derek is on the floor, assessing Stiles as he strokes his hair.
"Okay, that's okay. Good boy. Can you tell me what's wrong?" Derek soothes.
"I'm nervous. I don't want you to think I'm weird or- or laugh," Stiles shrugs. Derek kisses his head gently. Stiles let's himself relax into Derek's chest. "I'm scared to - bark or make dog noises 'cause I think I'll sound stupid."

"I won't laugh at you, baby. Maybe we can try again when Erica comes with Boyd? What we do now is completely up to you," Derek tells him as he cradles him to his chest.
"I'd like to carry on, maybe do my own thing for a little bit? So I can get used to it. I'd like Erica and Boyd to be here too."
"That's great. Thank you for telling me what you need, baby," Derek grins. "What's your colour?"
"Green."
"Good boy. You go and explore then. Some of your toys are out on the table."

He crawls away, nosing at the toys on the table. To get them he has to lean up against the table, bite down on the toys and drop back to the floor. He tries growling a little as he gnaws on the chew toy, trying to loosen up a bit more.

His arse is in the air, tail wagging as he bats the toy around before picking it back up between his teeth and running into the kitchen. Derek grins at him, tucking his phone between his ear and shoulder.
"You having fun, pup?" Derek asks as Stiles bounds towards him, dropping the toy on the floor at Derek's feet.

Stiles sits back on his heels, head tilting as he whines quietly. Derek picks it up, shaking it in front of Stiles' face until he bites down, growling low in his throat as he tugs at the toy.
"Let go, pup. C'mon, Stiles, let go."

Stiles let's go, mouth hanging open as he pants, bouncing from side to side to follow the toy.
"Fetch! Good boy!" Derek cheers as he throws the toy into the living room and Stiles hurries after it.

Erica, who Derek is on the phone to, announces that they're at the house so Derek opens the door, smiling warmly at them. Boyd is wearing his own puppy gear, licking Derek's hand affectionately as a greeting.

"Where's Stiles?" Erica asks as she shucks off her jacket.
"Running after his toy in the living room. He's a bit nervous about it, but he played by himself for a few minutes and seems to have eased into it."
"Boyd, in you go," Erica tells him, shooing him towards the living room.

Derek and Erica follow behind him, wanting to see the interaction between their pups.

Boyd sniffs at Stiles who is pressed back against the couch, unsure of what to do. Tentatively he leans forward and brushes his cheek against Boyd's. Erica laughs as Boyd licks Stiles enthusiastically, Stiles batting him away.

Stiles crawls over to Erica, nuzzling against her leg until she pets at him.
"Aren't you a good little pup?" She coos. Derek hums, chuckling when Boyd noses at Stiles bum which makes Stiles lurch forward with a yelp. "Don't mind him, love. He's a randy pup when he has others to play with."

Derek grabs a toy, waving it between Stiles and Boyd, goading them both into playing.
"Gentle, Boyd. Play nice," Erica warns as the two pups bite either end and growl at each other.

Boyd's growl, obviously, sounds better, him being a werewolf and all, but Stiles gives it his best shot. Derek smiles proudly, glad Stiles is trying his hardest and being good.

"How about we teach Stiles some tricks?" Erica suggests. "You got any treats for him?"
"Yeah.  Let me just move the table out the way," Derek smiles, nudging the pups away from the coffee table so he can move it aside.

He and Erica sit beside each other on the couch, Boyd knocking Stiles over so he can get the toy.
"Boyd!" Erica reprimands, pointing to the floor beside her feet. He whines, nosing along Stiles' thigh.

Stiles is fine, lying on his back in front of Derek. Derek chuckles at him, rubbing his belly, but careful not to touch his dick which is bobbing as he wriggles.
"Look at you. Gorgeous, pup. Up you get."

Stiles reluctantly rolls up onto his knees, blushing when he looks down at himself.

"It's okay, pup. Such a good boy ," Derek soothes. He cups Stiles' cheek and let's him nuzzle as long as he wants.

Boyd whimpers until Erica strokes his back.
"Go say sorry, pup," she tells him, nudging him towards Stiles.

Derek smiles over at Erica as Boyd bows and playfully wags his tail. He sits back and waits for Stiles to do something. Stiles attempts a bark, repeating it to try and find his voice before he jumps onto Boyd, sending them both toppling over.

They are allowed to wrestle around for a minute or two, barging and rolling until Erica tells them to get up.

"Come here, Stiles," Derek calls, scratching behind his ears when he kneels beside him.
"How about we learn some tricks?" Erica suggests.
"Let's try... sit," Derek suggests.

Stiles makes a confused noise. Isn't he sitting already? Derek smiles and pats his thigh.

"Wider, like that," Derek tells him as he pushes his legs apart. Stiles whines when Derek accidentally brushes his knuckles over his balls. Then he takes his wrists and puts his paws on the floor between his legs, far away enough from his body so his arse is pushed out.

Stiles wriggles, trying to settle.
"Good boy, just like that," Derek coos. Erica is praising Boyd, scratching underneath his chin, for sitting like she has taught him to.

"Lie down," Erica orders, giggling at Boyd who flops onto his belly, wiggling his tail. She pushes on his tail gently, rocking it in and out as Boyd whines and whimpers and pushes his bum into the air. "Hush, pup."

She continues playing with him while Derek helps Stiles tuck his knees beneath himself and then spread them out again, resting forward on his elbows. He strokes Stiles' pale back, down to his bum.
"Good boy."

Derek looks to Erica to see if she's ready to move on and for some guidance because he can't think of what else to teach him.
"Roll over?" She suggests. Boyd gracefully rolls over until he comes back to lie down.

It takes Stiles a few tries to do it fluidly, barking in delight when he does it without getting his legs caught up.
"Good boy, Stiles! Yes you are, such a good boy," Derek praises and scratches at his scalp.

"Belly up!" Erica cheers. This is hers and Boyd's favourite. Boyd rolls onto his back, knees bent and up so his feet are dangling over his bum, everything on show. His arms are bent, paws hanging limply above his shoulders. Erica lightly scratches his belly with her nails, praising him as she rubs his belly.

Stiles takes to this one very quickly, squirming happily as Derek rubs his belly.
"Look at you. A very excited puppy," Derek notes. Stiles is flushed, dick red and leaking at the tip. Stiles whines, tongue poking out of his mouth as he pouts. Derek swipes the precome from Stiles' stomach onto his thumb, holding it to Stiles' face so he can lap it up.
"So good."

Playfully, Stiles nibbles on his thumb, growling lightly when Derek jostles him around a little, careful to not be too rough.

"Ask," Erica says and Derek strokes Stiles' neck to keep him content while he watches what Boyd does. When he knows what to do he pats Stiles' leg.
"Up."

Stiles sits like Derek taught him before, letting Derek rearrange him how he wants. He keeps his legs spread apart so everything between his legs is on show. Then he gets him to sit up straight, bending his arms so his paws are up by his shoulders.

The last one Erica teaches them makes Stiles and Derek flush even darker.
"Present."

Boyd rolls onto his front, pressing his chest to the floor, with his bum high in the air, back arched obscenely. It shows off the tail plug stretching him wide, his balls and dick hanging heavily between his thighs. 

Derek gulps. Stiles paws at his leg, whining for attention. Clearing his throat, Derek tells Stiles to roll over onto his belly and starts to position him.

Erica smiles over at Derek.
"Don't you get overwhelmed with how amazing he looks?" Derek chokes out. Stiles whimpers, whining for attention. To placate him, Derek strokes his back, a hand on the back of his thigh.

"I mean he blows me away, but I don't shift because of it," Erica reasons, eyeing Derek's claws.
"I don't know why it happens. You know that my-" Derek is cut off by Stiles fidgeting. "Sit, pup. Good boy," Derek says, giving Stiles a piece of chocolate as a reward. Stiles sucks on his fingers happily, melting into his touch and resting his head on Derek's knee when Derek scratches at his scalp.

"My control is usually really good. Just- not when it comes to Stiles. I think it's because we haven't properly done anything like that together," Derek explains.
"Why're you waiting?" Erica asks. Boyd is starting to get restless, while Stiles is still boneless at the attention from his dom.

Derek smiles down at his pup.
"Waiting till he's eighteen. So only six days now. I think even if he was eighteen I would've waited because he needed to ease into the whole dom sub thing without a sexual aspect first."
"That makes sense. I'm sure it'll be fine," Erica reassures, clearing her throat to get her pups attention.

"Ready to try again, pup?" Derek asks, breaking Stiles out of his drowsiness.

Erica and Derek take turns to say a pose, waiting for their pups to hold it for a few seconds before feeding them a treat.

After a little while Stiles sits up, squirming and pawing at Derek's calf.
"What's up, pup?" Derek wonders, trying to figure out what he needs. A few more seconds of squirming and whimpering and Derek understands. "Ah, my pup needs the toilet. Outside or the bathroom?"

Derek pats him encouragingly so he crawls where he wants. Stiles blushes but crawls towards the back door.

When Stiles is on the grass, whimpering up at Derek, Derek coos sympathetically. He kneels beside Stiles' head, stroking his hair.
"Just let go, Stiles. It's okay. Good boy."

Stiles ducks his head while he goes, pushing into Derek's touch. Derek praises him the whole time, kissing his head gently as he traces the collar around his neck.

"Good boy, so good, Stiles. Kisses!" Derek grins, laughing when Stiles tilts his head in confusion. "Pup kisses."

Hesitantly Stiles runs their cheeks together before licking at his jaw a few times in concession. He sits back, head tilting as he waits for Derek's response.
"Good boy. C'mon, pup, in we go."

Stiles and Boyd run around and wrestle about for a little while until they tire themselves out. Eventually they end up in the middle of the room, sprawled on top of each other. Derek laughs at them, coming to lie with them. Erica then joins them, curling into the puppy pile they've created.

Stiles comes up first, curling up in Derek's lap, yawning.
"Tired pup," Derek coos.
"Come up?" Stiles whispers. Derek nods, kissing his cheek gently.
"Want to go upstairs for a minute?" Derek asks. Stiles nods, clinging to Derek as he stands up and carries him into his room.

He sets him on the bed, kneeling on the mattress between his legs.

"You want to get changed?"
"Please," Stiles nods, closing his eyes as Derek massages his knees after taking off the pads.
"Did you enjoy yourself, love?" Derek asks as he undoes the paw cuffs, sliding them off and rubbing Stiles' hands to get the feeling back.

Stiles hums, sitting up a bit so he doesn't fall asleep.
"It was amazing. I really enjoyed myself once I got into it," Stiles grins. "It was fun playing with Boyd. Thank you for doing that."

Derek smiles, cupping his cheek and pressing their lips together. Stiles moans softly, tangling his fingers in Derek's hair to tug at it. They part their lips, Stiles' pliant and relaxed beneath him.

When they pull away Derek goes to take the collar off but Stiles whines loudly, shaking his head. Derek soothes him by stroking his hands firmly over his shoulders. He takes his ears off instead before pushing his knees up to his chest.

Slowly he starts to pull the plug out, reassuring him as he whines. Stiles shivers once it's out, nose scrunching. He's flushed with embarrassment, Derek pulling him to his chest for a cuddle.

"Want to talk about anything you didn't like?" Derek asks. Stiles wriggles and squirms a little.
"Can you hold my wrists together?" Stiles asks. "Feel a bit shaky."

Derek smiles, easily doing what Stiles asked. He squeezes them tightly and presses them to Stiles' chest.
"Well done for asking, babe. You've been such a good boy. Very proud of you," Derek praises. "I love you."
"I love you, Der."

They cuddle until Stiles feels a lot more stable, Derek takes the collar off and helps him tug a shirt and some boxers on before they go back downstairs.

Boyd is happy being petted by all three of them, barking at Stiles until he throws his toy for him. He brings it back over and over again until Erica distracts him so Stiles can curl up with Derek.

Derek kisses his cheek, wrapping his arm around his waist to hold him close.

Later on Erica takes Boyd out of the room for a while and they return with Boyd out of his puppy gear and wearing his clothes.

Boyd and Erica had promised Boyd's gran they'd be over for dinner so they leave soon after he comes up from his pup space.

A few days later Stiles is at Scott's, telling him and Isaac all about the puppy play. He texts Derek throughout the day, but Derek still won't tell him what he's been busy with. They let him ramble about how excited he is for his birthday, only 2 days away now.

Stiles tells them about how much he likes the collar which gets him thinking. Why hasn't Derek collared him yet? Does he not want him? Is he not a good sub?

He sleeps at his dads that night, Derek coming in the morning to fulfil the plans they made at dinner the other week.

John and Derek would go out for lunch, as would Stiles and Derek's family, before they meet later at the Hale house for dinner. Then Stiles will stay at Derek's and enjoy his birthday.

Derek crawls into bed beside Stiles at half six. The younger boy doesn't stir, having tired himself out by staying on the phone to Derek til one in the morning because he was so excited. Derek smiles, kissing his head, as the boy snuggles closer into his chest.

Stiles still isn't awake when John gets up so Derek goes down to sit with John.

"How did you get in?" John asks after jumping and spilling some of his coffee when Derek appears in the kitchen.
"Stiles left the window open for me," Derek chuckles, grabbing some paper towels to clean up the spilt coffee.
"Of course he did. Did he tell you that we usually go out for breakfast the day before if I'm in work on his birthday ?" John asks, sighing as he sits down in his armchair.
"He mentioned the diner," Derek shrugs. John nods, sipping his coffee.

"Everything ready for tomorrow?" John asks. Derek grins.
"Yeah. Stayed late last night working on it so everything is perfect," he nods. John smiles fondly.
"I'm proud of you. And I know you're not a little kid anymore, but taking Stiles on - even without the whole disaster mental break thing - was a big task."
"I love him," is all Derek can think to say. "And he is waking up. I'll go make him some coffee. Want anything while I'm up?"

John waves him off, flicking through the channels on the TV. Derek stretches as he waits for the coffee. He smiles when Stiles walks in the room, yawning as he rubs his eyes tiredly.

"Morning, love," Derek says softly, wrapping his arms around Stiles when Stiles presses himself into his chest. Stiles hums.
"Coffee?" He asks. Derek chuckles, holding the cup out of his reach.
"I want kisses first."

Stiles grins, arms looping around his neck to pull him down for a slow kiss. Derek's hand strokes the back of his neck, imagining the collar wrapped around it - should he accept it.
"Morning," Stiles says, like he's finally woken up.
"There we go. Here's your coffee. Your dads in the living room, I'm going to get a shower. Be down in a minute."

Stiles pouts.
"I can't even have cuddles first?"
"Kisses only. Two at most," Derek says. Stiles grins.

Sadly his coordination is not the best and he leans up to kiss Derek, spilling his coffee on the floor.

"It's okay, love," Derek soothes when Stiles makes a sad noise. Stiles scrambles to put the cup down and get the paper towels.
"I can fix it!" Stiles promises, sobbing when Derek holds him tightly to his chest. "I can be good! I'll be good!"

Derek uses one arm to keep him in place and his other hand strokes the back of his head until he stops fighting against him and sags.
"I'm sorry," Stiles gasps. Derek shushes him, kissing his forehead.
"What's all this about? I didn't know you were feeling bad. Love, let's try to calm down."

Stiles kneels, nodding his head as he gulps in his breaths. His head feels like it's filled with wasps that won't stop buzzing and stinging and-
"Am I too bad? Don't you want to keep me?" Stiles asks, voice tinged with a childlike innocence. Derek's heart just aches. He strokes Stiles' hair gently, rhythm never faltering.
"You are amazing," Derek tells him. "You are such a good boy . I want to keep you forever, Stiles. I'm going to love you forever, Stiles."

He waits a minute to let Stiles process what's been said, knows things can be difficult to understand when he's dropped.

"Love," Stiles repeats, resting his head forward on Derek's knee.
"Yes, baby. I love you, love you lots."
"Be yours?" Stiles asks.
"You're mine. All mine, sweetheart," Derek assures him. Stiles wails because Derek's just not getting it. "Hey, it's okay. Count to ten with me."

When Stiles reaches a hand up Derek links their fingers together, thumb rubbing the back of his hand gently.

They count slowly, Stiles settling more with each number.
"Good boy, Stiles. Did exactly what I asked."

He lets Stiles soak up the praises and gentle touches a little longer before he asks him to try again.
"No collar," Stiles manages. Derek hums, his other hand snaking down to squeeze the back of his neck.

"We will talk about this when you aren't dropped," Derek says calmly. Stiles whines, but quickly quiets when Derek shushes him. "I want you to repeat what I say. Okay?"
"Yes, sir," Stiles agrees. He can do this. He can be a good boy.

Derek thinks for a minute, knows some things he says might make Stiles want to argue back, so he chooses a simple one.
"My name is Stiles."
"Your name is Derek?" Stiles says, very confused all of a sudden.

His dom has to bite his lip to stifle his laugh.

"You repeat after me, remember?" Derek reminds him. Stiles blushes.
"Silly me," Stiles giggles. "I'll repeat."
"Good boy," Derek grins.
"Good boy," Stiles repeats. Derek's heart mends a little because Stiles is fucking adorable.

"I love you."
"I love you."

"I am a good boy," Derek says.
"I-" Stiles pauses, staring up at Derek for help.
"You can do it."
"You can do it," Stiles says back.
"I am a good boy," Derek tells him again.
"I am a good boy," Stiles whispers.

"Derek loves me."
"Derek loves me."

"My dom will look after me."
"My dom will look after me."

"I will tell my dom when I feel sad."
"I will tell my dom when I feel sad."

"I will let my dom take care of me."
"I will let my dom take care of me."

Stiles sighs as Derek tangles his fingers in his hair.
"We'll stop now. You want to kneel a little longer or come up for a cuddle?" Derek asks him.
"Cuddles, please."

Derek picks Stiles up easily, legs wrapping around his waist, and carries him up to his room.

He tucks them back into bed, tugging him close to nuzzle into his jaw.
"Thank you," Stiles murmurs, running his fingers through Derek's beard.
"No problem, baby. I enjoy looking after you. I do wish you'd have told me you were upset about not having a collar. And told me you were dropping."
"Spanking?" Stiles asks. Derek kisses him.
"Yes, love. Over my lap," Derek smiles. "We can shower together and then cuddle after."
"Okay. How many?" Stiles asks as he settles himself over Derek's thighs.

Derek's pats his thighs and puts his own leg over them.
"Ten, sweetheart. I'll count them."

It's over his boxers, but Derek is a werewolf so it hurts. He clutches onto Derek's thigh as he whines and squirms. Derek's voice is as firm as his hand, grounding Stiles as he smacks his arse.

When he's done he hugs Stiles close, sitting  him on his lap so his bum dips between his knees. His hand cups Stiles' bum, heat radiating from his bum from his punishment.

"Der," Stiles sighs, moaning when Derek squeezes his bum lightly.
"Good boy, Stiles. Such a good boy, took your punishment so well. I'm very proud of you Stiles."

"I'm sorry for being greedy about the collar," Stiles mumbles.
"You aren't being greedy. You want to have a representation of our relationship. Wanting a collar is not a bad thing. How about we look into it after your birthday?"
"Yeah?" Stiles asks hopefully.
"Yeah, love," Derek smiles and kisses his cheek.

They cuddle for a little longer before Derek brings them into the bathroom. He brings their clothes for the day in and leaves them with their towels. It is a very quick and efficient shower, Derek washing Stiles with firm, massaging fingers. He lets Stiles wash his hair while he washes his body.

They dry and dress themselves quickly, Derek pulling Stiles into a deep kiss before they go downstairs.

John has cleaned up the coffee and washed the mug. He smiles softly at the two boys when they come into the room.
"Feeling alright?" John asks. Stiles shifts from foot to foot.
"I'll go get in the car," Derek says quietly, giving the father and son time to talk.

Breakfast is great. Stiles eats so much he thinks he may be sick and makes Derek rub his tummy the whole drive to the Hale house. He also pretends to ignore the tent in Derek's pants as he rubs his hand over the plate, distended belly.

Derek carries him into the house, telling them to look after him. He leaves with a chaste kiss and 'I love you'.

Derek and John go out to a burger bar for lunch. They talk about Stiles and their plans for tomorrow.

"Do you think he suspects anything?" Derek asks.
"Not a thing. He will love it, Derek."

They talk fondly of their subs and the pack. John offers to host a pack sleepover next, use the barbecue to make them some proper food unlike the takeaway they constantly eat.

Stiles and the Hale family go to a restaurant, Laura warning him to take it easy to avoid over-eating from like before. The kids demand to sit next to him, colouring in the pictures on the kids menu.

While they eat Talia clears her throat.
"So you've agreed to the bite?" She smiles as she cuts up her steal.
"What?" Stiles says, slightly breathless from the shock of what he's just heard.
"To become Derek's omega?" Talia explains.

The adults stop eating, eyes wide as they look back and forth between Stiles, who looks like he's seen a ghost, and Talia, whose smile is quickly fading.

Stiles clears his throat. He stares at his plate.
"No, he uh- he hasn't told me about that."

Later on Talia opens the door when the doorbell rings, welcoming Derek and John into the house.

Derek immediately seeks out Stiles, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek when he wraps his arms around him. Stiles recedes, wincing when Derek whimpers sadly.

"We need to talk." Stiles mumbles. Derek nods, letting go of him.
"Okay. Let's go outside," Derek agrees easily, worry swirling in his gut.

Stiles sits down in the grass, tickling his palms by stroking them through the blades of grass.

"When were you going to tell me you wanted to give me the bite? Were you even going to tell me?" Stiles asks. His voice is sharp and Derek has seen Stiles angry, but never towards him. It feels awful.

"I was," Derek says desperately. "I promise I was. I really wanted to I just-"
"What, Derek?" Stiles spits. "Was the human too weak? Too vulnerable to hear something like that?"
"No! You know I don't think of you like that, Stiles," Derek protests.
"Do I?"

Stiles does know. Derek may have been a dick to begin with, but he quickly figured out the whole 'alpha to a pack of kids' thing and he was one of the first people to stop treating him like he was fragile. After Stiles dropping for a few months after the Nogistune, he thinks Derek might've been the only one not to treat him like he was breakable. Even when he was helping him stand in the shower or holding him while he cried because it was just too much.

Derek sighs and scrubs a hand over his face.
"I really wanted to," Derek repeats. Stiles doesn't interrupt him this time. "But I didn't want to scare you away, give you a reason to leave. And I know it's selfish. When it comes to you I am- I am so selfish. I want to hide you away so no one can get to you. I want to protect you from everything I already know you can protect yourself from. I want to show off and puff out my chest to prove I'm the strongest alpha and I can take care of you."

Stiles raises an eyebrow.
"Hey, it's a werewolf thing," Derek laughs. Stiles bites his lip.
"I'm still pissed at you," Stiles says. "Stop laughing."
"Sorry. I really am, for laughing and for not telling you. I know it's a big deal."

Derek smiles sadly, making his way over to sit beside Stiles. He keeps his hand splayed open, palm up so Stiles can hold it if he wants to.

"Can you tell me why you're angry?" Derek asks.
"No. I need you to explain what it means for me to get the bite," Stiles says moodily.
"Don't be rude," Derek scolds. Stiles' eyebrows would fly off his forehead if they could, with how high they raise.
"This, Derek, is not about me being a sub. This is about you wanting to turn me," Stiles shouts, huffing and moving away from Derek. He sits on one of the lounge chairs and curls into himself.

Derek rests his face in his hands, elbows leaning on his knees.
"I don't want to turn you. That's only a choice you can make. If I were to turn you and we were mated - like mate bonded - you'd become my omega. It's a different kind of omega: you wouldn't be separated from a pack. You'd be the omega to a pack, which is different. It's just an option," Derek explains. Stiles nods.
"And what would that mean?"
"Obviously you'd be able to feel the pack," Derek says.  "You'd be able to shift and all that. You'd be my omega which means - Stiles, you'd be able to get pregnant."