It's impossibly good, the slick slide of it, so easy as they move together, as Derek rocks into him. He presses back, his movements rough and shaky, the way he chases his alpha's cock with his hips. It's more than just the new feeling of it, how he's wet and slick for him. It's how Derek has always caught him, ever since the first time, damp blue eyes, lost and reeling with the loss of everything, and he'd passed out in the forest after shifting. Not sure if he was unable to move or unwilling to. He doesn't exactly remember how he ended up at Derek's loft, but he remembers waking up on soft sheets and the intense eyes that watched him.

He hasn't wanted to run since; he hasn't needed to. Lynda does odd job around town, helping out at the Vet clinic and things like that. Peter hasn't been willing to say that it feels like home, but it does. He shudders, and there's a breathless murmur that's all assent, agreement -- yours. Peter hadn't ever really thought he could fit with someone like this, so perfect, so good, and he laces their fingers together.

He could tell Derek how much he's needed this. How he's always been running, always one foot out the door, always so scared of letting himself care. He could tell him that for as much as he's said he doesn't need people's feelings, he was just tired of hurting. He could tell him how much he wants a family. He could tell him so many things, but he feels like he doesn't need to. Like Derek already knows.

"My Alpha.."