Words made him shudder, from his shoulders down his spine, because he knows where this is going, even if it's not something they've done before. He knows it in his bones, and in the beat of his heart, and in how the wind whispers it to him, like it whispers his name when the moon is full. It's as if this, them together, is something just as intrinsic, just as much a part of who he is. Once it all clicks into place, he feels like he's drowning in it, like it's too much and not enough, like he needs so much of Derek that he's almost not sure that his Alpha can possibly give it to him. He wants to feel him in every fiber of his body, his scent on every inch of his skin.
He wants to belong, and he wants more, even if they're words he hasn't said outloud. He wants a family, and even if having a pack has been so good, that realization of having a mate sparks that realization that it could be more.
He starts to move, to slip from underneath Derek, his hands going to curl in the bedsheets, and there's a soft smile that curves his lips at the feeling of his Alpha's hands on his body. His Alpha. He's not the possessive type, or at least that's what he'd claim, but he wants to possess Derek. He wants to hold onto him, keep him, and the intensity of the feeling takes his breath away.
Peter always needs someone to guide him, lead him. With Letha, it was edgy, being pushed into something he didn't actually want, that he knew would go wrong. With the wolf it had been a stumbling, uncertain thing, with cool nose that nudged against his warm fur. With Derek it's... different. Better. He feels less awkward about not knowing how, or not wanting to, and none of it feels wrong.
It's perfect. It's sinful, how good it is. Derek's hands that catch at a hip as he presses him onto his stomach, then helps him up to his hands and knees. He shakes, so exposed like this. It's different, being on hands and knees in his human skin instead of on four paws when he's consumed the fleshy veil he hides himself in.
"Derek..."
It's whispered on an exhale of breath, not so much a plea, as an affirmation. You can have this, you can have me. He needs him.
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He wants to belong, and he wants more, even if they're words he hasn't said outloud. He wants a family, and even if having a pack has been so good, that realization of having a mate sparks that realization that it could be more.
He starts to move, to slip from underneath Derek, his hands going to curl in the bedsheets, and there's a soft smile that curves his lips at the feeling of his Alpha's hands on his body. His Alpha. He's not the possessive type, or at least that's what he'd claim, but he wants to possess Derek. He wants to hold onto him, keep him, and the intensity of the feeling takes his breath away.
Peter always needs someone to guide him, lead him. With Letha, it was edgy, being pushed into something he didn't actually want, that he knew would go wrong. With the wolf it had been a stumbling, uncertain thing, with cool nose that nudged against his warm fur. With Derek it's... different. Better. He feels less awkward about not knowing how, or not wanting to, and none of it feels wrong.
It's perfect. It's sinful, how good it is. Derek's hands that catch at a hip as he presses him onto his stomach, then helps him up to his hands and knees. He shakes, so exposed like this. It's different, being on hands and knees in his human skin instead of on four paws when he's consumed the fleshy veil he hides himself in.
"Derek..."
It's whispered on an exhale of breath, not so much a plea, as an affirmation. You can have this, you can have me. He needs him.