Seeking Comfort

It's silent. Stiles is stunned.

"What?" Stiles laughs, overwhelmed. "Don't be stupid. If this is some weird joke then you can stop."

Derek sits silently, letting Stiles pace and ramble about how angry he is and how no one gets to do this to him- even his dom, until Stiles seems to lose his energy and slumps into the chair again.

Derek walks over to where he is, sitting behind him. He wraps his arms around Stiles' waist, pulling his back to his chest. Stiles sighs, letting his dom rearrange him until he's tucked nice and neatly into his chest. Derek kisses the back of Stiles' head.

"I love you," Derek whispers.
"What the fuck?" Stiles breathes. "I- how? I dont- Derek what the-"
"Hey," Derek interrupts and he's using his dom voice and that's not fair. Stiles whimpers. "I know it's a lot to think about, but let's not panic. We have all the time in the world for you to ask questions and for me to answer them, for you to make a decision."
"Aren't Omegas the weak ones in the pack?" Stiles asks.

His voice is quiet, eyes teary as he Derek squeezes him tightly.
"No, love. You'd be just as strong as the betas, but there are some differences," Derek explains.
"I still can't believe you didn't tell me," Stiles sighs sadly. "But I don't want to be angry anymore." 

Derek moves Stiles so he is sideways on his lap, face tucked into his neck. Stiles wriggles his hands under Derek's shirt so he can feel his skin against his. He kisses Derek's neck, getting a kiss on his cheek in response.

"I want to," Stiles says after a couple minutes of silence.
"What?"
"I want the bite, to be your omega," Stiles explains.
"Stiles that's not a decision you can make without being properly informed," Derek says calmly. Stiles whines, squirming on Derek's lap. "Settle down, baby."

Stiles whimpers softly, turning to straddle his lap. He wraps his arms around Derek's neck, sighing happily when Derek presses their lips together.
"I want it. I want you forever. I want babies with you. Fuck- I- Der, I want it so much," Stiles says frantically, letting Derek kiss him even if it's just to shut him up.

"Derek, I promise!" Stiles tells him desperately. Derek shushes him, leaning in close to press their heads together. One hand comes to squeeze the base of his neck, the other resting gently on his hip. Stiles quietens, letting Derek calm him down.
"Good boy," Derek praises, voice low and steady.

Given the situation, Stiles probably shouldn't be hard, but then Derek growls lowly and - fuck - that will always get him straining against his pants.

"Der," Stiles says breathily, fingers combing through Derek's hair as Derek presses their lips together again. He gasps, pushing his hips down.
"You're going to get me hard, love," Derek says, but it's not a complaint, he's not doing anything to stop it and Stiles can already feel his dick pressing against his arse.

"I want to be your omega," Stiles pants as Derek palms him through his pants. "I want to be your mate and spend my whole life with you as your omega."
"Fuck- I love you," Derek groans. He should really stop this- take it upstairs at least, but Stiles is fucking Perfect.
"Love you," Stiles nods, moaning as Derek sucks a bruise into his Adam's apple.

When Derek can feel Stiles getting that much closer to coming he stands up abruptly. Stiles wails, clinging to him desperately.
"What?" He asks breathlessly.
"Do you want your dad to see us dry hump until we come in our pants?" Derek asks gruffly as he hurries past the living room and up to his bedroom.

"Not really, no," Stiles laughs lightly. "So will you? Turn me, make me your omega?"
"Stiles that's not- shit - that's not something we can agree on right now," Derek grunts, holding himself up over Stiles as they roll their hips together.
"But Der," Stiles whines.
"Stay still, babe," Derek tells him.

Stiles huffs and wriggles to spite him because he wants Derek to reassure him that he'll be his omega and they'll live together forever and-

His brain goes quiet and his mouth slackens when Derek easily presses both of his wrists into the mattress above his head.

"Look at you," Derek moans, dicks rubbing together. "All pliant and good for me."
"Sir, please," Stiles whimpers. "Can I come?"
"Whenever you want, baby," Derek murmurs against his lips.

Stiles comes first, tearing up slightly as he starts to come down from his high. Derek shushes him gently, kissing his temple repeatedly as he sits them both up at the head of the bed.

"I'm not sad," Stiles tells him. "I just- that was intense. I've never been held down during that. Obviously."
"It's okay, baby. You did so well, I'm so proud of you, Stiles. You are so good for me," he praises. Stiles nuzzles his neck.
"You need to come?" Stiles asks. He smiles sleepily when Derek tips his head up to press a gentle kiss to his lips.
"I'll get off while you clean up, if that's okay."
"Stay in the bathroom with me?" Stiles asks. Derek nods his head easily, humming when Stiles kisses him.

"You feeling better about the whole omega thing?" Derek asks while Stiles is changing his boxers into a pair of Derek's. "You shouldn't look that good when we've just came," Derek sighs. He grunts and bucks into his fist.
"Yeah, I know why you didn't tell me. Do we have to do one first?" Stiles asks.

"Well, because we are mates and dom and sub your insides would change when you undergo your werewolf change so you'd sort of physically be an omega. Then, when we seal the mate bond, your wolf and body would accept it as an alpha ready to mate you properly, give you pups. Then you'd have your heat," Derek explains. "That's when your true status would come through, in the pack hierarchy."

"Heat?" Stiles asks, tugging his pants back up his legs. "Like slick and needing a knot?"
"How do you know about that?" Derek asks, voice steady despite his approaching orgasm.
"I may have read some werewolf erotica, but I didn't think it was true," Stiles shrugs, cheeks going pink at his confession.

Derek comes when he hears that, laughing lightly to himself once he's calmed down. He tucks himself back into his pants and sits on the counter as he washes his hand.
"Only you," he smiles fondly. "I think it's a bit more complex than that, but yeah. Come here, love."

Stiles shuffles over to stand between Derek's legs, resting his hands on his hips. Derek smiles down at him, brushing a gentle hand over his cheek.

"This isn't a little thing. It's forever. We don't know how our pack will react to you becoming an omega. Don't know how you'll react to becoming an omega. You're still young. You might change your mind about this in a few years, a few months, weeks- tomorrow even," Derek speaks calmly, hands brushing up and down Stiles' arms. "I just don't want you to regret any decisions you make."

"I know it's forever. I want forever with you. The pack has been through much worse than me becoming your omega. Once I've changed- fully shifted into a werewolf - can we wait a little while before we mate? I just want time to adjust to being a werewolf first, seeing how that affects our mate bond that's already there."
"Okay. We will definitely talk more about it and see what we think. You are allowed to change your mind at any point and say you don't want it," Derek says softly. Stiles whines, all of the explanations feeling like a rejection from his dom.
"I want you."

Derek brings him back downstairs, settling into a chair at the dining table.
"Dinner is about ten minutes away," Laura tells him.
"You want to kneel, love?" Derek asks Stiles softly. Stiles smiles, still coming down from his high earlier, kissing his cheek quickly before he drops to his knees beside his chair.

Derek tangles his fingers in Stiles' hair when he settles.
"Good boy."

John sits beside him, smiling softly as he pets at Stiles. Stiles makes a happy sound, leaning his head on John's thigh. He lets his head clear while everyone bustles about and gets ready to eat, content to just drift while he can.

Derek doesn't let him float too high, pulling him up to sit on his lap, kissing his cheek.
"Hey, baby," Derek coos. "You feeling fuzzy?"
"Little bit, sir," Stiles nods. His eyes are glassy, lips bitten and red.
"That's good, sweetheart. We can cuddle for a few minutes before we eat. Okay?"
"Okay," Stiles agrees. "'M a good boy?"
"Yes, love," Derek grins. "You're such a good boy, the best boy."
"Your boy," Stiles mumbles.
"My boy," Derek nods, stroking his back gently.

They talk about whatever Stiles mumbles into Derek's ear, like how Stiles really likes Derek's stubble and his cute, button nose and his eyes and...
"Okay, son," John chuckles. "I think Derek will turn purple if you give him another compliment."
Stiles blushes then because he's not really under anymore and he understands that he's been babbling about how gorgeous his dom is in front of his family and his own dad.

Dinner goes smoothly after that, Stiles keening when Derek's family praise him and tell Derek that he has a wonderful sub.

John gets on easily with Derek's family, helps clean up even with their insistence for him to sit down because hes a guest.

He drops Derek and Stiles off at the loft, hugging Stiles tightly.
"Happy birthday, kid. I'll call you as soon as I can tomorrow. Enjoy yourself, just- not too much," John grins, kissing his head. "Love you."
"Love you, dad."

Stiles pushes Derek against the door when they're in the loft, pressing a feverish kiss to his lips. Derek hums against him, rucking his shirt up enough that he can lift it over his head when their lips part. Stiles nods, on board with that.

"Yours, too," he breathes, tugging at the hem of Derek's shirt. Derek complies, throwing it to the side in favour of kissing Stiles again. He is quickly unbuttoning Stiles' jeans to push them down, pausing to let the younger boy do the same with his own.

"Fuck you're so hot," Derek whines, palming himself unabashedly. Stiles smiles shyly, fingers teasing along his waistband. "Want to cuddle and get off?"
"I love you," Stiles grins, pulling Derek down to press their lips together heatedly.

Derek groans mournfully when Stiles pulls away. The pale boy smirks and then quickly bolts towards the bedroom. He gulps when he hears Derek's growls, his footsteps quick behind him.

It's obvious that Derek catches him when he wants to, waiting until they reach the bedroom to wrap his arms around him and pull him against him. Stiles gasps at the bite on his shoulder and the dick pressing between his cheeks. Derek's chest rumbles against his back as he laves over the bite mark, one hand slipping down to cup the bulge in Stiles' underwear.

"Shit- Der!" Stiles wails, Derek squeezing with his thumb rubbing up and down along the side of his dick. "That'd be so much better if I didn't still have boxers on."
"But we're waiting for your birthday," Derek excused gruffly. "No more until you're eighteen."

He lets go, hushing Stiles' whines as he pushes him onto the bed. He crawls on afterwards, pulling Stiles into his side and reaching his hand into his own boxers. Stiles whimpers and leans up to fit their lips together, tongues sliding together as they swallow each other's moans.

"Can I touch myself please?" Stiles asks breathily.
"Go on, baby. So good," Derek praises, stroking Stiles' hair gently as Stiles wraps his hand around his own dick. Stiles moans and mouths at Derek's neck.
"Shit- Der," Stiles swears, hips bucking which slides the tip of his dick along Derek's hip.

"Stiles, you smell so fucking good. Jesus Christ."

When Stiles presses himself along Derek's side, the were growls loudly and Stiles comes; white, hot ropes of come land on Derek's ribs. Watching Stiles come - covering Derek in his mates scent - makes Derek's fangs elongate and his hips fuck into his hand before he's coming, moaning Stiles' name as he presses their lips together.

For a few minutes after they've came, they lie still, panting against each other's lips, too lazy to kiss but too not wanting to pull apart. Derek is the first to move, kissing Stiles' cheek before he shifts away to rub the come into his skin. Stiles whines, doesn't bother to move after him though because his limbs feel like jelly.

"Wait!" Stiles exclaims, Derek stopping what he was doing.
"What?"
"Can I take a picture? Of you - now?" Stiles blurts out. Derek's eyes darken, but he nods his head, at a loss for words.

Stiles takes a few, sighing softly when he looks back at them.
"You're breathtaking," he whispers. "It's a shame I didn't have this when we weren't together. Porn never really felt right."

Because the doms were never buff enough, tan enough; never had the right beard, their eyebrows weren't expressive enough; they weren't gentle but firm, patient but expecting.

They weren't Derek.

Derek pulls Stiles to his side, kissing his nose when Stiles starts to rub the come in with him. When they're done he presses his hand over the back of Stiles' and slides his fingers between his. He kisses Stiles' palm before resting them on his own chest.

"You think you're going to be able to sleep tonight?" Derek asks.
"That depends on whether we put pants on or not," Stiles smiles sleepily. Derek chuckles, shifting to accommodate the leg Stiles fits between his.
"Well, I think we can put some pants on, get you a hot chocolate to help you sleep and maybe I can give you a nice back massage while we watch Hells Kitchen," Derek suggests.

Stiles sighs exaggeratedly, grinning up at Derek.
"That's why I want to be your omega."
"Stiles, I-"
"You don't have to say anything!" Stiles hurries to say. "I'm sorry I mentioned it. Yes, that sounds lovely."

Stiles smiles sheepishly, relaxing when Derek just kisses him slowly.
"Okay, love. Let's get some clothes on before we go get food."

Stiles tugs a pair of Derek's boxers over his hips, smiling innocently when Derek raises an eyebrow.

"You going to tell me one good thing about me and you? Who is going first?" Derek asks, though Stiles knows Derek is telling him to do this.
"Me, please. I held my ground today, like I didn't take any shit just because I'm a sub. You were amazing today. I dropped when I woke up, then you got me up, punished me and cuddled me, then we argued and you calmed me down and then cuddled me and let me go under and got me up and then - you're amazing."

Derek smiles and opens his arms for Stiles while the water boils. Stiles tucks himself in Derek's chest, nuzzling his collarbones as Derek rubs his back.

"Honestly I'm beating myself up about our argument today," Derek says nervously. His arms tighten around Stiles. "I don't think I can come up with one for me right now."

Stiles doesn't let go of him, but he shifts so they're both embracing each other instead of just Stiles being held.

"That's okay," Stiles says softly, kissing Derek's jaw. "But how did I find out about the omega thing?"
"My mom?" Derek says, confused as to why Stiles is bringing it up.
"Why was I with your mom?" Stiles asks.
"Because you went to lunch and we were having dinner later."
"And who made that happen?"
"Me?" Derek shrugs.

Stiles pouts.
"You should really give yourself more credit, Der. You want to try again?" Stiles says gently, giving him the opportunity to decide.

Derek clears his throat and nods.
"I planned a day that you enjoyed," Derek says quietly, revelling in the gentle touches Stiles is giving him .
"Yeah," Stiles grins, squeezing him tighter. "I really did. The argument didn't frazzle me that much, love."

Derek presses their lips together shortly, a brief thank you for all of the comfort.
"And you, sweetheart," Derek grins, shifting the attention to Stiles. "Made me very proud today with how you handled your emotions. You said I dealt with you well, but you did amazingly to bounce back and tell me what you need today."
"Kiss me?" Stiles asks desperately, but Derek just smirks and turns around to make the drink. "You're the worst person ever."

"Would the worst person ever blow you to wake you up for your eighteenth birthday?"
"Would you?" Stiles asks quietly, eyes wide. Derek huffs a laugh.
"Well if you don't want me to-"
"I do! I do, that sounds- perfect," Stiles splutters.

When Derek has ordered Stiles to follow him to the bedroom, he grabs the drinks and starts walking, listening to Stiles mumble about him being the best person, not the worst.

Stiles pulls him into a clumsy kiss when they sit on the bed, moaning as Derek's hands come down to squeeze at his arse.
"Definitely can't sleep tonight," Stiles murmurs against his lips, "not with the way you're touching me."

Derek grins.
"No more of that then, love," he chuckles, gently kissing his chin.
"That's no fair!" Stiles whines.
"We can watch some Hell's Kitchen while you calm down and then I'll massage you until you can fall asleep," Derek tells him, stroking his cheek for a moment before he tugs him to lie down with him.

Stiles sighs contently, letting Derek move him about until they're comfy. Derek is splayed out, Stiles lying on an arm and leg which wrap around him, his other limbs used to balance the laptop and type.

"You're very comfy for a muscly guy," Stiles mumbles, subconsciously scenting Derek as he rubs his cheek on his shoulder. Derek's chest rumbles at the approval from his mate.

They occasionally make comments about the people on the programme, sipping their hot chocolates and sharing warm kisses. Once their drinks are all gone Derek rolls Stiles over and positions the laptop in front of them so they can both see.

"You okay like this, babe?" Derek asks as he straddles the back of his thighs. Stiles hums, nodding his head. Derek ignores the fact he's starting to get hard because Stiles' arse is so close and gorgeous  and starts to massage his shoulders.

Stiles moans, which really isn't helping Derek's situation, as Derek pushes his thumbs around his shoulder blades.
"Love you," Stiles murmurs. Derek smiles.
"Love you, too, Stiles."

Derek's hands are firm and unforgiving and Stiles mewls in pain until the stiff spot in his back unravels and he wriggles happily before Derek moves onto the next knot.

"You're amazing," Stiles tells him sleepily.
"Thank you, baby. You sleepy?" Derek asks, hands gently stroking up and down his back.
"Yeah," Stiles nods. "Come lie with me?"
"Okay, sweetheart," Derek agrees easily, pulling the covers up around them as he moves to lay beside Stiles. He lets the episode end before he turns the laptop off and sets it on the floor.

Stiles tucks himself into Derek's side, legs tangling together with their arms wrapped around each other.
"Thank you, Der. I'll give you a massage tomorrow, but right now I don't think my arms work," Stiles says. Derek smiles, lips pressed to his head.
"Is massage an odd euphemism for sex?"

They end up laughing so hard that they have to get comfortable again, Stiles grinning as they kiss lazily.
"Go to sleep," Derek whispers.
"You first," Stiles protests, but his eyes are closed and his breathing is getting slower.
"Night, Stiles."
"Nigh', Der," Stiles mumbles.

Derek sends the pack a quick text to ensure everybody is still on board with the plan before he presses his face into Stiles' hair and let's himself fall asleep.

In the morning Stiles wakes up on his back with Derek pressing kisses down his stomach.
"Happy birthday, babe," Derek grins up at him. Stiles smiles, eyes still filled with sleep, but painfully aware of his morning wood.
"You're the best," Stiles breathes, voice strained as Derek sucks another bruise into his hip.
"Thanks, love," Derek laughs lightly, staring up at him through his lashes as he mouths over the bulge in his boxers.

Stiles gasps, back arching as his hips jump.
"Der," he shudders, holding his hand out.
"So responsive, baby," Derek praises, linking their fingers together. He tugs his underwear down to his thighs and eagerly wraps his lips around the tip.

Stiles flushes, preening at the praise and his Doms mouth on his cock. It's hot and wet and Derek is playing with his balls and-

"Happy birthday, Sti- oh my god I'm gonna bleach my eyes," Scott wails. He slams the door shut, still complaining loudly. Derek pulls of to laugh, burying his face in his hip.
"Either be happy for me or shut up," Stiles shouts, moaning when Derek starts stroking his dick again, fist tight and wet with precome.
"Way to go, Stiles!" Isaac cheers through the door.

Stiles laughs, Derek still chuckling and touching him.
"You should've heard them," Stiles pants. Derek shrugs, pressing a kiss to his shaft.
"I was busy," Derek excuses and Stiles can't reply because then he's laving at his skin.
"What are you-"
"You taste so good," Derek murmurs. "Smell so good. Jesus - I'm gonna come in my pants just from having my mouth on you."

Then he's sucking him down, tongue flicking into his slit. Stiles groans and grabs a fistful of the bedsheets, trying not to buck his hips up to meet Derek's mouth. His stomach clenches as Derek takes him in further, cheeks hollowing as he traces the underside with his tongue. He bobs his head slowly until he can bury his nose in his pubes.

"Holy shit, Der, that's amazing," Stiles whines, teeth clamping down on his bottom lip as he tips his head back. "I'm gonna- Der, can I come? Please."

Stiles groans when Derek pulls off, jaw stiff as he tries to keep his orgasm at bay.
"Look so beautiful like this," Derek tells him, voice low, as he strokes him quickly.
"Please!" Stiles begs, trying to not break any rules. "I want to be good."
"You can come," Derek smirks before he takes him back into his mouth.

His hand works at the base of his dick, meeting his lips where he they wrap around his shaft, plump and pink. Stiles stops breathing for a moment as his balls draw up and hips raise and-

"Oh, Der, Derek, Derek. Derek!"

He comes, Derek easing off slowly before he swallows, grinning up at Stiles.

"Happy birthday, baby. I hear that there are birthday pancakes on offer," Derek tells him, pulling his boxers over his hips. He shuffles up the bed so he is sat up with Stiles and lifts Stiles to sit up with him, curled up to his side.

Stiles rests his head on his shoulder, limbs loose.
"Thank you. That was great," Stiles smiles lazily, "really, really great. Very good way to start a birthday."
"Thanks, love," Derek laughs lightly. "You were a very good boy for me, Stiles."
"Thank you," Stiles says again. He presses his lips to Derek's sweetly.
"How about we go eat birthday pancakes with Scott and Isaac then?"

Stiles nods his head in agreement and rolls of the bed to pull a pair of pants on, foregoing a shirt despite the little hickeys Derek has scattered across his torso.

"You go on, I have to clean up," Derek says. Stiles frowns, confused.
"What do you have to clean up?"
"I wasn't lying when I said I'd come in my pants just from blowing you," Derek admits, still smirking despite the pink flush on his cheeks.
"Oh. Oh wow. That's hot."
"Thanks. You go have some fun without me first then," Derek tells him, pulling him in for a slow, long kiss.

Scott pulls Stiles into a hug when he comes into the  room, Isaac joining them for a cuddle.
"Happy birthday, bro," Scott laughs. "Sorry about that before."

Stiles laughs, ruffling his hair as Isaac pushes his way under his arm.
"Didn't ruin the mood, it's fine. Just try knocking next time ," Stiles smiles. "Anyway, its my birthday, let's eat pancakes!"

Derek comes down a few minutes later and grabs himself a plate of pancakes. He kisses Stiles' cheek as he sits down beside him.
"Thanks, guys," Derek smiles at Scott and Isaac. "Heard from the pack?"

Stiles perks up, wants to know when the pack is coming over. Both boys freeze, not knowing what to say in case they ruin Derek's surprise.
"Uh- no. No, haven't heard from them," Isaac mumbles.

Stiles laughs once he's let the realisation that the pack aren't coming settle in. He leans into Derek's side as he pushes away his pancakes, staring at the table blankly.

"Are you dropped?" Scott asks. Stiles shakes his head minutely, not moving his gaze.
"You sure?" Derek asks, hand on his waist squeezing gently. "It's okay if you are."
"'M not, I promise. Just- it's hard to hear how much they don't care even when I know it deep down," Stiles tells him sadly.

"Oh, baby, no," Derek coos, pulling Stiles away from his side to make him focus. "I want you to look at me, Stiles. Look at me."

Stiles whimpers, head snapping to the side to look at him.
"Yes, Sir?" He asks quietly, ignoring the talking behind him.
"Sweetheart," Derek sighs. He brushes his thumb over Stiles cheek to catch the tears. "You're going to kneel for me and you're going to count to fifty. Okay?"
"Okay," Stiles nods weakly.

Derek cards his fingers through his hair to soothe him as he shakily and slowly counts to fifty.

Scott is cuddling Isaac, stroking his hair as Isaac whines into his neck.
"I've got you, baby. It's not your fault. You did exactly what you thought was right. And I'm very proud of you. For everything you do. My good boy, Isaac. You're my good boy."

Isaac takes a shaky breath in.
"Yes. Okay. I'm gonna- hold me?"
"I'm not letting go," Scott whispers against his head. "It's not your fault."
"Feels like it," Isaac says, all pouty. Scott smiles, kissing his head.
"I know, love. I know."

Derek, Scott and Isaac feel awful. They didn't mean for their plan to backfire like this. Scott texts the pack, urging them to message Stiles reassurances.

When Stiles' phone starts buzzing with messages from the pack Scott throws it to Derek. Derek let's him finish counting before he tips his head back.

"Look, love," Derek says softly. "I can't wait to see you! Message me when you and Derek want us to come over! Happy birthday, batman."

He continues to read the texts out, telling him who they're from. Stiles starts crying, relief and happiness flooding his system.
"They want me?" Stiles gasps.
"Yes, baby. They love you so much. They wanted to leave us alone for a while, let us celebrate. You want them to come over?"
"Please."
"Okay, love. They'll be here as soon as they can. You go and get dressed and get your slippers on and then we can have a cuddle, order some pizza for lunch."

Stiles stands, stretches his legs before he presses a kiss to Derek's lips and scuttles off upstairs. Derek smiles sadly over at Isaac and Scott.
"Isaac," Derek sighs. "Come here."

Isaac takes a shaky breath before he kneels beside Derek's feet.
"You can choose. Me or Scott?" Derek asks. Isaac gulps.
"Whichever you want, babe. You don't need to explain yourself to me," Scott says gently.
"You, please," Isaac mumbles, hand circling Derek's ankle as he rests his head on his knee.

Derek helps him lay over his lap, warning him quietly that he's about to start. It's only a few, just five spanks to make him feel better. He makes him count and he makes them hard, knows Isaac will keep beating himself up if he feels like he hasn't been punished.

"There you go, all better now," Derek whispers, kissing his temple. "I want you to kneel in the corner for two minutes. Okay, Isaac?" Derek asks.
"Yes, sir," Isaac nods. He gets very formal when he thinks he's in trouble. Derek glances at Scott and sends him a quick nod while Isaac positions himself in the corner.

"Good boy, Isaac," Scott praises once Isaac has settled on his knees. "You're doing very well."

Stiles' mouth forms a little 'o' when he sees Isaac sniffling in the corner.
'Drink?' He mouths at Derek. Derek smiles, hauling himself off of the couch. He stops to whisper in Scott's ear, telling him they'll stay out in the kitchen so he can go deal with Isaac and then they'll bring some snacks in to make sure neither boy's drop.

Derek leads Stiles into the kitchen with a gentle hand on his back, kissing his head when Stiles wraps himself around him and buries his face in his chest.

"I love you, Stiles," he whispers in his ear, warm breath tickling his neck. Stiles shivers slightly.
"I love you, too, Derek. Kisses?" He asks. His eyes are wide as he stares up at Derek, lips pink and plump from him biting them and his cheeks are flushed.
"You are sinful," Derek groans and connects their lips slowly.

Stiles sighs happily, allowing Derek to take the lead and he follow, as Derek walks him back to press him against the counter.
"Absolutely beautiful," Derek murmurs as he nips at the soft skin of Stiles jaw. "And such a good boy. Thank you for being so good for me."
"Thank you for looking after me," Stiles smiles. He leans back against the counter, moaning when Derek leans down again to suck a bruise on his collarbones.

Derek huffs when there's a knock on the door. Stiles giggles and pulls him away from his neck.
"Go let the pack in, I'll make drinks ," Derek tells him, parting with one gentle kiss to his lips.

Stiles is dragged into a tight hug by Erica. The rest of the pack worm their way into the hug until Stiles is surrounded by the pack and their soft words of love.

He gets lots of kisses whenever the pack can reach, Derek grumbling that if any land on his lips there will be trouble. They usher him inside, stopping to nuzzle Derek's cheek, and collapse on the couch. Scott and Isaac join the pack pile, greeting the pack with affectionate sniffs and nuzzles.

"Drinks in the kitchen," Derek says and pulls Stiles out of the pile to sit on his knee. "Coke zero for you."
"Thank you."

They break out the Cluedo, joining into teams of twos or threes so they can all play. It's light hearted and everyone is laughing and joking and being nice to each other. Derek goes to pay for the pizza, kissing Stiles' head when he moves him off his lap, and comes back with four boxes.

"Birthday boy picks first," Derek says, presenting his food to Stiles.
"Favouritism," Alison grumbles playfully.
"Well I help him get off, I should hope I'm his favourite," Stiles grins, smile growing larger when the pack groan at his words.

"You are my favourite," Derek whispers when he sits with him again. Stiles grins smugly and presses his lips against Derek's.
"You're my favourite, too."

Jackson pretends to wretch.
"You two are disgusting," he says, but he's smiling fondly at them. Danny elbows him in the side, laughing when all the pushing and shoving turns into a little scrap.

"Just eat your food," Derek sighs, but he can't help chuckling. Stiles smiles softly at him and kisses the skin nearest his mouth.

They let Stiles put the Avengers film on without much complaint, settling down to lounge across the couches. Everyone touches someone. Jackson's head rests in Danny's lap, Lydia stretching a hand out to circle around Stiles' bony ankle whilst Alison plays with her hair, Scott hooks his ankle over Derek's thigh and Isaac curls up in his dom's lap as Cora tangles her fingers in his curls. It's like a chain, the way they all link together with Stiles in the middle of all the loving touches from the pack.

Once the film is over and all the pizza has been eaten Derek raises his head from where it's buried in Stiles' stomach.
"It's time for you to leave. Me and Stiles need to get ready," Derek announces, eyeing the pack carefully to make sure they know what's happening.

The pack feigns reluctance as they try to hide their excited smiles. Stiles whines.
"What are we getting ready for? I thought we were staying home?"

Derek's chest rumbles at Stiles calling the loft home. He kisses his cheek to soothe him before he starts to clean up the mess.
"I'm taking my lovely sub out for dinner. That a problem?" Derek asks.

Stiles flushes, smiling warmly up at him and shaking his head quickly.
"Not a problem at all. That sounds great."

Derek chuckles and presses a quick kiss to his lips.
"Good. Say goodbye to the pack."

Stiles stands, stretching for a moment before he gets pulled into a hug by Erica. When they separate Boyd takes her place and this continues until Stiles has been squeezed, scented, kissed by everyone in the pack.

Derek pushes Stiles to sit on the chair, bids the pack goodbye and double checks the plan before they leave.

He hums when he drops down onto Stiles. Stiles wriggles, happy when Derek presses him down with a heavy weight.

"You happy, love?" Derek asks.
"Very," Stiles grins. "Lydia said she left my present, that it should be useful later."
"I really hope she hasn't bought us a toy. I'm not ready to have 'the talk' with the pack," Derek sighs.
"They all know what sex is, Der. Do you think they will be okey with me becoming your omega?"

"I know they are," Derek says easily. "I asked them about it last night. They were all very excited at the idea of a new werewolf pack member, especially since it's you."
"I know we said that we'd wait to decide, but from what I know so far, it sounds amazing. I can't imagine life without you," Stiles says quietly, hands smoothing Derek's hair down.

He sighs happily when their lips meet, slow and sweet, parting and pressing together again until Stiles gets impatient and their lips slide against each other, opening as they share long kisses. Derek's tongue is hot and powerful as it slides along Stiles'.

"What time are we leaving?" Stiles asks a little later on when Derek is massaging his feet until he giggles because it tickles.
"Twenty to five," Derek smiles, pushing his thumb into the arch of Stiles' foot. Stiles gasps as the pain flares up before it settles and his foot relaxes.
"It's already ten past three. I need a bath."

Stiles wails, laughing loudly as Derek scoops him up in his arms and runs them to the bathroom. He sets Stiles on the toilet as he prepares the bath, pouring bubbles into it and swirling his hand in the water to make it froth.

His hands are gentle, efficient as he strips Stiles of his clothes and indulges the sub, letting pale hands tug his clothes off, too.

They sink into the warm water together, tension oozing from their shoulders as they let the silence wash over them. Everywhere their skin touches feels tingly, fuzzy and new, but oh so familiar.

Once they're clean Derek sets a firm hand on Stiles' belly, scratching his fingers through his happy trail. Stiles' head rests back in the crook of Derek's neck, mouthing at the stubbled skin beneath his lips as Derek's hand wanders lower.

A shiver runs through his spine as Derek's lips brush his ear.
"You want it, baby? Want me to touch you?" Derek says lowly, soft and teasing. Stiles gasps, on his way to being hard as Derek sucks gentle kisses along his jaw.
"Please," Stiles says breathily. "Please, Der-"

Derek cuts him off by wrapping his hand loosely around his dick. Stiles nods his head wordlessly, shuddering as Derek's hand, sure and steady, begins to stroke up and down his dick. Stiles whines, hips wriggling as Derek's touch remains slow and gentle. He presses back against Derek and moans as his dick slides between his cheeks.

"We need to leave soon. Hurry, please," Stiles begs quietly, breath coming now in pants.

Derek hums, watching every twitching muscle of Stiles' belly, the bob of his dick when he moves his hand away. He surprises Stiles by pushing his thighs apart and pushing his hand lower.

Stiles tenses, back arching and a hand grabbing Derek's hair, as Derek bites down on his shoulder with blunt human teeth and presses two fingers firmly against his hole.

Derek, since Stiles seems boneless, gets them both out of the bath to avoid the come in the water. He towels Stiles off, grinning when Stiles moans again, as if he is still being touched. Stiles kisses his cheek gently before he wriggles himself under the covers to watch Derek get dressed. He closes his eyes to drift for a moment and when he next opens them Derek already - sadly - has pants on.

"Want to open Lydia's present now?" Derek asks softly, handing him the gift. He continues to dress himself in the burgundy button up shirt Stiles had liked so much, before slipping his socks on his feet.
"You're gorgeous," Stiles sighs contently, obviously ogling his boyfriend.

Derek chuckles , sitting beside him to encourage him to open the gift. Stiles' hands are still a little shaky from his orgasm , but he manages to rip off the wrapping paper without Derek helping.

It's a navy button down shirt, long sleeved and a pair of black trousers. A pair of red lacy panties are included, but Stiles avoids them as his face flushes darker than the underwear.

"Guess Lydia knew about the meal?" Stiles chuckles. "It's nice, soft." He rubs the material of the shirt a little longer until Derek pulls him from the bed to get dressed.

He helps him slip his arms in, batting his hands away so he can do the buttons. Stiles smiles softly at him as he uses the collar of the shirt to pull him forward for a short kiss.

"Do you want to wear the knickers or do you want to wear your own underwear?" Derek asks, no judgement behind his tone. Stiles bites his lip, glancing over at the lace underwear on his bed.
"I would like to try them one day, but I think I'd go a bit under, so not today," Stiles reasons.

Derek smiles, helps him tug a pair of boxers, followed by the smart trousers, over his hips. He lets Stiles fasten them as he pulls out the pair of braces included in Lydia's present. Stiles chuckles as he snaps them against his chest after Derek has fastened them on.

"You look very handsome, Stiles," Derek smiles and kisses his cheek. "Lets go!"

Stiles smacks Derek's bum, making the dom laugh and tangle their fingers together to stop his hands wandering further and tugs him out of the door.

"You know what would be hot?" Stiles says mindlessly as they drive towards the restaurant.
"What's that, love?" Derek smiles, laughing lightly at his sub's random thinking.
"You on a motorbike," Stiles tells him. "In your leather jacket. I haven't seen you in that jacket for so long. Where'd it go?"
"I'm not getting a motorbike. And it's stuffed into the back of my closet. I stopped wearing it when I started looking after pack more. Alison had asked for a spanking when she was feeling very submissive, told me afterwards that whilst aftercare is great the leather jacket made it a bit rougher."

Stiles looks at Derek longingly, stroking his cheek.
"You are an amazing Dom, such a good alpha. You work so hard to protect and love your pack. It's amazing. I find it pretty hot, y'know."
"You find everything hot," Derek chuckles, resting his hand over Stiles' momentarily.

"Everything that involves you. Tell me something you find hot?" Stiles asks.
"I love marking you up," Derek tells him.
"Couldn't have guessed from all the hickeys," Stiles teases, rolling his eyes.
"So something more unusual," Derek says. He thinks for a moment, fingers drumming on the steering wheel. "I like being able to manhandle you."

"Carrying me and stuff?" Stiles guesses.
"Like I could put you wherever I wanted and keep you there and you couldn't do anything," Derek elaborates. "Could just bend you over the arm of the couch and you'd get all quiet and pretty in a way you only do when you're being pinned down."
"I-I like that, too," Stiles agrees, gulping as he looks down at the bulge quickly forming in his pants.

The conversation moves to a more innocent one, talking about the pack and how Stiles' birthday has been so far, and Stiles calms down enough for it to not be obscene for him to be seen in public.

Derek guides Stiles through the entrance with a warm hand on his back.
"Your ass looks great in these pants," Derek compliments as he pushes Stiles to walk in front of him through a narrow pathway.
"Thanks," Stiles flushes. He wriggles his bum, giggling when Derek pinches it to stop him.

When they are shown to their table Stiles expects a small, hidden table at the back, not a long table lined with all the pack and his dad and Melissa. They smile brightly up at him, his face still a picture of shock even as Derek shows him to his seat in the centre of the table.

He looks up at Derek, grinning widely. Derek chuckles, pressing their lips together in a soft kiss before he ushers Stiles to sit down.
"Happy birthday, son," John grins, tugging Stiles into a tight hug.
"I thought you were in work?" Stiles asks, still dazed.
"Nope. Your man just wanted to surprise you."

They both look over at Derek who blushes, shrugging humbly. Stiles launches himself into Derek's chest, clinging on tightly.
"Thank youThank youThank youThank you-"
"You're welcome, love," Derek chuckles, strong hands stroking his back as he presses a kiss to his forehead. "Come on, sit down."

Stiles sits between Scott and Derek, blushing and insisting that they 'shouldn't have' when they all pass presents along the table to him.

Scott has bought him a new video game and a sparkly pink vibrator that Stiles gawks at and throws at Jackson after turning it on. Melissa smacks the back of Scott's head, but turns to John to giggle with him.

Lydia compliments his use of her present, raising an eyebrow as she pointedly looks at his crotch, making Stiles flush a deep red as Derek squeezes his thigh.

Erica and Boyd slip Stiles an envelope, smiling when Derek stops him from opening it. Derek's lips brush against Stiles' ear as he whispers to him.
"Don't think you want to open that in front of your father," he tells him, smirk tugging at his lips.
"O-okay."

He gets new books about lore and magic, new comics to add to his collection, a promise of taking him to the zoo one day, tickets to cover two days in the theme park they went to with school, but Stiles missed because of his drop.

His dad clears his throat, smiling nervously at Stiles as he hands over a sleek black box. Stiles opens it carefully, gasping quietly as he strokes the bracelet in the box. It's matte black leather, velvety on the inside with a bold silver clasp engraved with his real name.
"Dad?"
"Your mom got it made when she was ill, wanted to give it to you on your eighteenth. She would be so proud of you, son," John says tearfully, wiping at his eyes.

Stiles chokes back a sob and nods his head he brings the box over to his dad, offering his arm up, already adorned with his favourite burgundy sub bracelet.

John slowly takes the bracelet off of his wrist and carefully slides the other one over and tightens it gently. He laughs wetly when Stiles pulls him into a tight embrace.

Derek kisses Stiles' head when he sits back down beside him.
"You can get one of my presents after we've ordered," Derek says as the waitress comes over to the table.

They all place their orders, thanking the waitress before she leaves. Derek shuffles his chair back and pulls Stiles to stand beside him. He holds out a black box, smiling shakily as Stiles opens it.

The pack watch with baited breath as the collar Derek had so carefully designed is uncovered. Stiles looks down at the collar and back up to Derek. He takes the box and nods his head.
"Will you kneel for me, Stiles?" Derek asks softly.

Stiles shudders as he sinks to his knees, head bowed, holding the open box out in front of him.
"Do you, Stiles, accept me to be your dominant?" Derek asks, as per tradition for a collaring.
"I do," Stiles agrees. He takes a deep, shaky breath. "Do you, Derek, accept me to be your submissive?"
"I do," Derek grins, taking the collar out of the box. Stiles lifts his head to give Derek room. "Do you accept this collar as a symbol of my devotion?"
"I do."

Derek let's him examine it first, Stiles taking his time to notice every detail he can. The collar is lined with black, soft material to make it comfortable to wear. Stiles shivers at just thinking about the feeling of it. The outside is what gets Stiles choked up. It's made up of thin leather bands woven to create a wave pattern that smoothly transitions to the elegant, silver triskelle covering the clasp. He lets the obvious claim wash over him, knows that it's Derek's family, Derek's pack's symbol, that he'll proudly be wearing.

Stiles tries to not let his eyes water as he smiles up at Derek, nodding to him when he's had his fill. Derek fastens the collar gently, taking a moment to stroke the pale skin surrounding the collar. He stands back upright, smiling encouragingly down at Stiles.
"Do you accept this bracelet as a symbol of my devotion?" Stiles asks, voice shaky but a blinding smile on his face.
"I do," Derek nods. Stiles fastens his newest and most sentimental sub-bracelet around Derek's wrist.

Derek gulps as Stiles kisses the bracelet, knows it must be difficult to part with it when it was so specially made by his mother and he has only just received it. He feels the pride rumbling in his chest at wearing a part of Stiles and his family, a sign of their relationship.

With the small tradition over, Derek bends to scoop Stiles into his arms. Stiles eagerly presses their lips together, letting Derek slow it down and block them from the pack seeing the kiss.
"I love you," Stiles breathes as he pulls away.
"I love you," Derek nods, hugging him tightly until Erica teases them for being lovesick teenagers. He relents, one last gentle kiss between them before he is ushering him to sit back in his seat.

The table erupts in whistles and cheers and clapping, Stiles giggling with wide eyes as he leans on Derek's shoulder. Derek wraps an arm around him, kissing his temple. John pats him on the back with a tight lipped smile.

"You could look a little happier, dad," Stiles says nervously. Does his dad not approve?
"Your old mans trying not to cry," John admits, laughing lightly. Stiles softens, fondly gazing at his dad and Mellissa as she wipes away any tears that escape down John's cheeks.

They all enjoy their meal, chatting and smiling and Stiles stroking his collar. He traces the different paths of the leather with his fingertips absentmindedly, the weight of it around his neck comforting and grounding. Derek observes his actions, proud of himself for making his sub so happy. Stiles notices his dom staring at him and flushes, fitting their hands together and resting them atop the table.

At the end of the evening their waitress brings out the cake, candles sparkling on top as she sets it in front of Stiles.

The pack, and some of the surrounding tables, sing happy birthday loudly, wide smiles on everybody's face. Stiles takes a moment to look at each pack member and count his lucky stars that they're here.

He blows out his candles, eyes squeezed close as he makes his wish, the same one he makes every year; I wish for mom to be proud of me.

Everyone gets a slice of cake with ice cream, repeating their happy birthday's to Stiles who grins and thanks each one of them for a very good day.

"I have another present for you before we go home," Derek announces as everyone gets ready to leave. "The pack will follow us to see it too. And you need to wear a blindfold."

Stiles raises his eyebrows.
"Is this a sexy thing? Because I don't think I want the pack involved with that," Stiles tells him as he shrugs his coat on.
"Not sexy," Derek assures, laughing lightly. "Definitely not with pack."
"Okay. I trust you."

When they get into Derek's car Derek fastens the blindfold around Stiles' eyes, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. Stiles gasps lightly, lips parting as he leans into it. Derek smiles, letting Stiles take as much as he wanted, only pulling away when Stiles reaches for his belt buckle.
"Please, Der," Stiles gasps, settling when Derek kisses his forehead.
"Relax, baby," Derek soothes, stroking his hair gently. "You ready to go?"
"Yes."

The car slows to a stop, Stiles waiting for Derek to come and help him out of the car. He can hear the pack gathering around them as Derek settles behind him, arms pulling him to rest against his chest. Derek's stubble scrapes against his jaw as he presses kisses there, stopping to nibble lightly at his ear.
"You ready for your present?" He asks lowly, scenting him unabashedly.
"Yes!" Stiles exclaims, wriggling in his impatience.

Derek chuckles and shakes his head fondly at his sub as he unties the blindfold, letting it fall away from his face.

"This is our new house," Derek announces. "If-if you want to live here, of course," he hastens to add.
"Derek, you got me a house?" Stiles asks, disbelieving. Derek inhales sharply. Is that a bad thing?
"Uh, built it actually," Derek deadpans. "It can be ours, where we mate and have pups if that's what we choose to do. It's a pack house, for our current pack and any additions in the future. It's not decorated and it's unfurnished, but I wanted to do that together so it would feel like home to you."

It's a short walk into the preserve, not too far from the Hale family house, but far enough that they have their own land and independence.

Stiles' eyebrows shoot up when he sees the house; it's huge.

Derek follows behind him silently as he walks up to the house, unlocking the door for him. The sub turns to smile at him apprehensively. Just as Stiles is about to step in Derek surprises him by scooping him up into a bridal carry. Stiles throws his arms around Derek's neck, eyes crinkling as he smiles up at him.

"Carrying me across the threshold?" Stiles teases, but he relishes in the feeling of the hard chest that he rests his head on and the strong arms holding him. Derek sets him down, cupping his cheek to pull him in for a deep, languid kiss. Stiles chases his lips as he pulls away, a small pout appearing when Derek doesn't reconnect them.
"Go explore, ask questions if you have any," Derek encourages. "I'll be right with you."

Stiles tugs Derek with him, wandering through the ground floor, awed with the conservatory attached to the back of the house. It's open, the rooms completely empty and white. He smiles to himself as he imagines the pack in this house, the rooms in his mind fully decorated and busy with pack and family. Every room sparks an idea and he creates a mental note of everything he envisions. Derek watches his sub, collar contrasting against the pale column of his neck, watches the way his teeth tug at his lip and his eyes quickly scan every corner and alcove.

Derek follows close behind as Stiles walks up the stairs, settling a hand on his waist. Stiles turns to the next set of stairs rather than exploring that floor and continues on, up and up, until he reaches the last set of stairs, having already passed countless rooms. It leads to an open room with a skylight, an ensuite to the left of the entrance.

"I thought this would either be our room or some sort of pack room," Derek tells him quietly.
"You built this?" Stiles asks, voice quiet and shaky as he gazes out of the skylight.
"Not on my own, obviously. But I designed the layout and helped as much as I could," Derek shrugs humbly. "Lots of the pack helped, too."

Stiles turns to face Derek, eyes wide and shining.
"You built me a house," Stiles deadpans.
"Yes?"
"Oh my god. I love you," Stiles announces. He steps forward into Derek's space and presses their lips together. Derek hums against him, letting Stiles push him back until he's leaning against the wall.

Stiles parts from Derek with one last lingering kiss, lips travelling down his neck until they're hindered by Derek's shirt. Derek's hands rest loosely on his waist as Stiles palms him through his pants.

"Shit," Derek gasps as Stiles wriggles his fingers under his boxers and wraps them around his dick, jerky, restrained strokes quickly making him impatient. Stiles gets the hint when Derek growls lowly and clumsily pulls his pants down. He quirks his lips up into a shy smile as he drops to his knees, hands rubbing up and down his thigh as he stares up at Derek, distracted by his view.

"You look so good on your knees for me, wearing my collar," Derek praises, brushing his thumb over Stiles' pouty lips before pulling his hand away. Stiles shivers, licking his lips and trying to focus himself.

There's a wet patch on the front of Derek's boxers, dick straining against the fabric as he waits for Stiles to touch him. He doesn't want to rush him so he clenches his hands by his side and watches.

Stiles wants to do this right, make Derek really feel good. Derek would probably be too nervous to hurt his feelings by telling him it wasn't good anyway, Stiles thinks and mentally rolls his eyes. He knows that he wants to touch and taste and- he wants a lot, but he doesn't know where to start since the possibilities seem endless.

Derek's breath hitches in his chest when Stiles shuffles even closer, a single fingertip coming to trace the outline of his cock. His hands unclench and clench as he wills his hips still, Stiles bringing the rest of his hand to join the party. He wraps his hand around his dick, still blocked by the thin cotton of Derek's underwear, and chances a glance up at Derek's face.

It's just what he needed to push him to pull Derek's underwear down; Derek's head is dropped forward, eyes dark and half-lidded as he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth.

Stiles stares so long and desperately at Derek's cock when it's unveiled that he wipes his chin with the worry that he's begun to drool. It's gorgeous, Stiles thinks.
"Fuck, Derek," Stiles shudders as he studies it. "You're so-"
"Stiles," Derek laughs lightly, because that's something they feel comfortable doing now during sexy times, "you've seen it before."

Stiles shakes his head, adamant that it's different. He can already feel his limbs going tingly like they always do when he falls into subspace.
"Never like this," he breathes. It's thick and heavy, curving towards Derek's belly to proudly show the vein that runs along the underside and Stiles needs it in his mouth like yesterday.

He licks his hand before he carefully wraps his fingers around the base of Derek's shaft, thumb pressing into that vein that he wants to trace with his tongue, and leans forward so his breath fans over the tip. It twitches at the heat and Derek moans lowly, swearing under his breath as Stiles starts to pump his hand, hesitantly flicking his tongue out to catch the precome bubbling at Derek's tip. Derek makes a strangled noise and his hips buck forward, an apologetic hand squeezing the back of Stiles' neck when the tip bumps against his lips.

Stiles, though, moans and parts his lips, chasing the taste of Derek as the dom pulls his hips back so he can finally take him into his mouth. He suckles on the head, whimpering softly before he starts to sink lower. His tongue dips under his foreskin, pulling a loud groan from Derek.

Stiles blindly reaches out for Derek's hand, staring up at Derek through his lashes as he tugs his hand to the back of his head. Derek's fingers slide into his hair, a comforting weight paired with the weight of Derek in his mouth.

He doubles his efforts now, desperate to make his dom feel good. Stiles can feel himself drifting into that headspace where nothing besides Derek matters. Every noise Derek makes pushes Stiles to try harder, moaning softly at the taste of him, tongue curling around him as he sucks harder.

Derek is praising him, Stiles realises, as he takes more in, pace starting to build as his hand strokes what he can't fit in his mouth (because Derek is huge), lips brushing his own skin. The constant stream of good boy, so good for me, amazing only encourages him more, now sucking Derek like it's all he's ever wanted. Derek can't help the little aborted thrusts his hips make as Stiles brings him closer to release.

"Stiles," Derek says gruffly, using the hand in his hair to tug him away. Stiles whines, pouting up at Derek with  sinfully puffy lips and  wide, glossy eyes. "Stiles, I'm going to come."

Stiles blinks up at him. Derek laughs lightly when Stiles dives back toward him, moving with renewed fever. He maintains eye contact as he uses his saliva to ease the drag and speeds his hand up, pulling back so his lips are only around the tip, tongue pushing to tease at the slit as his other hand comes up to massage Derek's balls.

Derek swears over and over again as he feels his stomach clench tight and his balls draw higher, the sight of Stiles so debauched because of him, lips wrapped obscenely around his cock, only pushes him closer and he finally tips over.

Stiles' eyes stay open just long enough to see Derek come, but when the taste hits his tongue his eyes flutter closed and he lets himself float, waiting until Derek is finished to pull off. Some of the come trickles down his chin and he waits for Derek to come back to himself to do anything.

"You can swallow or spit, I don't mind," Derek reassures him, but it's not a surprise when Stiles swallows it easily, licking his lips to savour the tastes.

After putting himself away, Derek sinks to his knees to pull Stiles to his chest, brushing a gentle kiss against his temple. Stiles mewls, sucking the come eagerly off of Derek's thumb when he swipes up the remnants.

"You were so good, baby," Derek mumbles, strong hands smoothing down his back. "You made me feel so good, Stiles."

Stiles smiles quietly, nuzzling his face into Derek's throat, where he mouths at the hot skin. Derek glances down and sure enough, Stiles is hard and straining against his pants.
"You feel good?" Derek asks, tone slightly amused as Stiles jerkily nods his head. "Happy birthday, Stiles."

When Stiles feels a little more stable Derek carries him down the stairs, shushing his confused little noises as they move. The pack are waiting for permission to enter the house, eagerly bounding forward when Derek nods his approval after finally emerging from the house.

Scott pauses to nuzzle the pair affectionately.
"Got supplies in my backpack if you need anything," he tells Derek before kissing Stiles' cheek. "You been a good boy?"

Stiles peaks out at Scott shyly, nodding his head minutely as his cheeks flush. Scott smiles, ruffling his hair as Derek tells him that Stiles is a very good boy, more for Stiles' benefit than Scott's.
"You taking him home or you gonna wait up?" Scott asks as Stiles distracts himself by nuzzling his nose against Derek's jaw.
"Well, I was going to see if Stiles maybe wanted a sleepover with the pack?" Derek says, chuckling when Stiles obliviously keeps scenting him. "I'll ask him when he's up, you go have a look round."

Derek grabs Scott's backpack before settling into the passenger seat With Stiles on his lap. Stiles stays curled into his chest as he strokes his back, dropping the occasional kiss to his hair, until Stiles doesn't feel like he has pins and needles everywhere.
"Small sips, love," Derek says gently as he presses a water bottle to his lips. Stiles still takes a little time to process the instructions, but he does as he's told and drinks until half the bottle is gone.
"Thank you," he whispers, smiling as Derek cups his cheek and presses a gentle kiss to his forehead.
"You are such a good boy, Stiles," Derek murmurs against his forehead. "You were so good for me, amazing, perfect."

Stiles flushes and leans into Derek's touch.
"How do you feel?" Derek asks, breaking up a bar of chocolate for Stiles.
"Calm. Like my heads clearer than usual. I feel a lot more settled with my collar on," Stiles tells him, sucking on the fingers that press the chocolate to his lips. Derek noses at his hairline.
"That's good," Derek nods. "It might help to stop you dropping because it makes you feel a bit more secure. You look gorgeous with my collar on."

Stiles smiles shyly up at him through his lashes, brushing his fingers over the sub-bracelet he gifted to Derek.
"I like wearing it. And I like you wearing my bracelet. It feels right, like you're mine."

Derek cups Stiles' jaw, cradling his head as their lips slide together. Stiles hums against him and easily parts his lips when Derek's tongue flicks over his bottom lip.
"I am yours," Derek agrees breathlessly as he pulls away, trailing his lips down to kiss around the collar. "And you are mine."

Stiles eagerly agrees to having a pack sleepover, squirming excitedly in Derek's lap when Derek remembers Erica and Boyd's gift. Stiles carefully tears the envelope open, eyebrow raising and cheeks flushing as he reads it.
"Two nights stay at a puppy play hotel," Stiles says, glancing up at Derek who just smiles.
"They are able cancel it if you don't want to go," Derek tells him, thumb rubbing over his hip.
"I'll look at it more in the morning," Stiles decides and tucks his face back into Derek's neck.
"You can't stay hidden there all night, y'know?" Derek teases, making Stiles laugh lightly. "The pack are coming out now, so you get strapped in while I go arrange for them to to come to the loft."

Stiles doesn't let Derek leave without lots of kisses, but he eventually lets him go and the pack wave at him through the window as they talk to their alpha. One by one they step forward and drop to one knee. Stiles makes a confused noise as he watches Derek flash his eyes at the pack who do it in return and offer up their wrists, palm open. Derek goes along the line of the pack, ducking his head as he wraps his fingers around their wrist, their's curling around his own.

When Derek climbs back into the car he leans over and kisses Stiles' cheek.
"You okay, love?" Derek asks as he buckles himself in.
"Mhm. What was all that about?" Stiles asks, trying not to repeat himself when Derek doesn't answer straight away.

It isn't until Derek has turned out of the trees and onto another stretch of road that he speaks.

"It's a sort of acceptance of new comings to the pack. They were accepting the house as their new den, their territory and the opportunities that will come with it. When they decide it's time, they can have pups and the house is big enough to accommodate them. It's not just a house to them, it's their future with their pack," Derek explains patiently, glancing over with a raised eyebrow at Stiles.

"Oh," Stiles nods in understanding. "That makes sense."

Derek waits for him to say something else, yet the car falls silent.
"What's going through that big head of yours?" Derek asks, reaching out to squeeze Stiles' thigh.
"I'm going to ignore the blatant disrespect of your mate," Stiles quips and Derek's chest rumbles, "I just can't believe that you're real. You built me a house, Derek. A home for our pack and our pups."
"God, you talking about our pups is going to make me crash," Derek mutters, though he is completely calm.

They're the first back, Stiles glad that he can wriggle his way into Derek's arms in the peace and quiet of the loft. Derek's chest rumbles against Stiles as Stiles nuzzles along his jaw, kissing down his neck until he stops to bury his face in his shoulder. Strong hands stroke his back and up to cup his neck, around the collar.

"Want to be close to you," Stiles mumbles and squirms to get closer. Derek chuckles and squeezes him tight.
"I think if you were any closer you'd lose your virginity," Derek teases, but he hoists him up so he can wrap his legs around his waist.

Stiles laughs against his shoulder, humming when Derek starts to walk.
"Wouldn't complain," Stiles shrugs.
"Think you're a bit too tired for that right now."

Derek sets Stiles on the couch smiling fondly down at him as he unbuttons his shirt.
"You get undressed, too," Derek tells him and watches as Stiles fumbles with the buttons on his shirt and then his belt buckle. When they're in their underwear Derek folds up their clothes and allows Stiles to climb into his lap.

"This feels better," Stiles whispers, relaxing against Derek as the pack slowly start to arrive. The pack must be feeling just as needy as Stiles because they all strip down to their underwear before cuddling together on the couch.

It's quiet for a moment.
"Is this weird? Being naked all together?" Stiles asks. It's a wolf thing, Stiles assumes because nobody else bats an eyelid. It makes sense, in the summer none of the pack hesitate to pull of their clothes.
"Nudity isn't a big deal to werewolves like it is to humans. But if anybody is uncomfortable they can word out or let us know and we will fix it," Derek tells him, pointedly looking at the pack to make sure they will speak out if they need to. Stiles nods, smiling when Erica reaches out a hand and tugs him away from Derek and to lie across the pack's laps.

"Did you have a good birthday, love?" Lydia asks and combs her fingers through his hair. Stiles smiles and let's his eyes flutter closed. Although he isn't in his dom's lap, they haven't stopped touching; Derek's hand cupping Stiles' heel where it rests on his thighs.

"Very good. The best," Stiles agrees, worming his hand under Isaac's thigh. "My alpha and dom and my pack and friends were amazing and made me feel very special," he tells them, eyes still closed as he curls into the pack's touch. "I love you guys."

The pack echoes his statement, a warm feeling curling in his stomach, and Derek squeezes his ankle, thumb stroking back and forth.

That night Stiles dreams of a large, busy home out in the preserve, filled with pack and pups of all ages- Erica and Boyd cooing over their newborn while their four year old chases after Scott and Isaac's little girl, Derek bustling about and caring for the pack as he moves his way through the house, all of the pack pups clinging to him until he reaches the top floor and shushes them before they enter the room. Stiles is curled up in a pile of blankets and clothes and teddies that smell like pack. Derek cups Stiles' cheek and kisses him gently, stubble scraping against his chin and the pack pile in around them and Derek's strong, gentle hand rests on his ever growing bump.