Derek had never thought of Peter as shy, but he seems that way now, almost, so uncertain about this new development. Derek finds it endearing but he also wants him to embrace this, hopes he'll enjoy it, knowing that it's not strange, not something that's wrong, and that Derek likes it.
Peter needs more. He can tell in the way he's moving, arching beneath him, legs spread and asking for more with every sound he makes, whimpers and whines that bleed into words gasped into his ear.
He meant what he said, that he's going to take care of Peter, give him what he needs so he doesn't need to push for it, doesn't need to take the lead to get the things he wants. Peter's hands shake against his skin, his shoulders, and Derek presses his nose into Peter's ear, and murmurs, "Turn over…"
He's helping him, guiding him to turn beneath him, shifting his legs to give him room as a hand catches a slender hip and urges him over onto his belly and then up onto hands and knees.
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.
He loves the way that Peter smells, cool forests and the earthy heat of his desire, but he can't help wanting to drown it all out, saturate Peter in his own scent until he's the only one who can pick out the scent of Peter beneath it.
Derek shifts, raising up enough on hands and knees to give Peter room to turn over beneath him, but in those few seconds before he urged Peter to his knees, he came back down, letting his hips press flush against his gorgeous full, round ass, letting him feel the press of his cock against his cheeks.
Then he's kneeling, and Derek's hand slips over the curve of his hip, fingertips brushing low on his belly, skimming through the dark hair there and teasing, not yet touching him, because he wants the first sexual moment between them to be when he's sinking into Peter's body.
Peter's ready, and Derek can almost tell that it's hard for him not to ask, to push for more and demand to have what he needs. He's trusting Derek to give it to him, and he can't imagine how difficult that is. His arm curls around Peter's middle and he moves, pressing himself up against his back as he rocks against him, his body finding the right position. He presses a kiss against Peter's neck, below his ear, and he wants to say I've got you, wants to be reassuring as the head of his cock presses between Peter's cheeks and each roll of his hips brings it closer to where it needs to be, but all that escapes against Peter's skin is a low growl, possessive and affectionate all at once.
Then it happens, he moves just right and the head of his cock presses at Peter's entrance, and the next thrust has him pushing in. It's easy with how wet Peter already is, and it pulls a startled gasp from his throat at how good this feels, how right it is to be sinking inside Peter.
Peter can't help groaning, trembling with the feel of it as Derek's fingers slide over one hip, fingers sliding low against his flat stomach and Peter can't help the whimper that slips from his lips. He doesn't touch him, and Peter;/s shoulders curl as he trembles. He wants him, he needs him, he needs to feel him and it catches his breath, has him gasping for air. He's so lewdly wet, and he bites his lips because it still feels strange, the way it clings to his inner thighs, hot and slick.
His breath is shaky, but there's a sweet, blissed murmur as Derek wraps an arm around him, presses against his back. It's perfect, this feeling of safety, of strength that surrounds him, he lets his neck tilt to expose more skin as Derek kisses against his neck, next to his ear, and god, Derek's cock slips between his cheeks so easy and he whines, just so overwhelmed. It feels so much, and he's moaning, his thighs spreading softly, giving himself to his Alpha. They've always been this, just dancing around it, pretending not to notice, but Peter can't let himself ruin that connection twice.
It steals all breath from his lungs when the head of Derek's cock presses to his entrance, and a roll of his hips has him sinking into Peter's body. He moans, shaking at how slick and easy it is, how good it feels. Intoxicating, claiming, a fierce sense of belonging that he can't put words to. One hand comes away from the bed, and he's curling fingers against Derek's hand, letting him be his anchor as heat and need flare inside him.
There's a communication here without words. It's an undercurrent of emotion, of movement, of sound and scent. The way that Peter moves, the sounds and little gasping breaths tell him what he wants, what he needs.
He moves into every touch, presses back as Derek presses in, and it's bliss that he can feel, can hear on him. Every shaky move says this is exactly what he wants, this closeness, this connection. Peter belongs to him. It's more than any one thing, more than how he's wet for him, how he curls his fingers tight against his hand, how it's always Derek that he comes to in moments like this. It's everything together, the endless accumulation of it all.
He nuzzles against Peter's neck, nose pressed to his warm skin and breathes him in as he turns his hand to grasp Peter's, tight, reassuring, and he moves. Hips roll at first, slowly rocking, pressing deeper, and then he changes his stance just slightly and he's starting to withdraw and then sink back into him, and it's easy because he's so fucking wet, and a shiver of energy, of desire, of sensation pools inside him and he groans softly against Peter's ear.
"Mine…" he breathes into the delicate shell of his ear. He wants to tell him how good he feels, not just the wet heat wrapped around him, but his firm, lean body beneath his, the way he presses back against him, eager for more. He wants to tell him that he's dreamed of fitting together with someone the way they do, now, that he's been lonely and wanting for all these years, wanting this.
He wants to tell him that he smells like home.
But mine is all he can manage, it's as close as he can get.
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.
The way Peter moves, pressing back to meet every thrust, it's perfect. Peter's shaky, like it's almost more than he can handle. Derek wants to wrap him up tight in his arms and just hold him, like that first time in the woods when he'd gathered him up against his chest and brought him home. He wants to hold him through this, through the overwhelming intensity, the muscles that shake with the pent up need to move just for something to do with the sensation jangling through his nerves.
At first, he'd been afraid that Peter would leave. Every time he'd go out, running in the woods in the dark, he'd been afraid he wouldn't find his way back, but he did every time. He knows he just needs to get out, needs open spaces, needs the wind in his hair and the leaves beneath his feet, but he needs this, too. Needs an anchor, needs a bed to come home to, needs something permanent in his nomadic existence.
There are so many things that have gone unsaid, things that crept into the silence and made themselves known, more than just the fact that Peter would always come back, but the desire for family. There's more, things they'll get to, talking in the dark, after, but for now it hardly matters that it's never been made explicit.
Derek presses a kiss against Peter's neck. He wants to bite him, wants to lay his claim, leave a mark on his flesh that tells everyone that this Omega belongs to him. The idea is thrilling, and he can already feel his knot beginning to swell, can feel the resistance now as he thrusts into Peter, how his body is more and more resistant to let him go. His breath is coming faster, heavier, and he tightens his grip of Peter's hand and bites down against his perfect skin, teeth sinking in.
Derek understands him, and for all that Derek has always help on, it's never been too tight. He holds onto him but he lets him go. He lets him run, doesn't ask when he'll be back, just welcomes him home when he comes in smelling of the woods and the dirt and the first rain of winter. And somehow, Peter never thought about it, never realized it, but this became his life. Derek. His mother knows, but she's never pushed, never demanded to know where he goes, or who he's staying with. She just knows that he's safe, that he's happy.
He murmurs as Derek presses a kiss to the side of his neck, warm and soft, close to the pulse point. Then he's lifting his hips, shoulders falling to the bed and he's whining, whimpering as Derek's knot starts to swell, so the rim of his body catches on it when he pulls out. It makes him sob, and then Derek bites him, and he comes like that, with his Alpha's canines sinking into his pale skin, marking him like that. Claiming him, cementing that bond between them, marking Peter as his mate, and when he tries to pull back the next time, he can't.
Their bodies tied, and all Peter can do is moan with the feeling of it. "Derek..."
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Peter needs more. He can tell in the way he's moving, arching beneath him, legs spread and asking for more with every sound he makes, whimpers and whines that bleed into words gasped into his ear.
He meant what he said, that he's going to take care of Peter, give him what he needs so he doesn't need to push for it, doesn't need to take the lead to get the things he wants. Peter's hands shake against his skin, his shoulders, and Derek presses his nose into Peter's ear, and murmurs, "Turn over…"
He's helping him, guiding him to turn beneath him, shifting his legs to give him room as a hand catches a slender hip and urges him over onto his belly and then up onto hands and knees.
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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.
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Derek shifts, raising up enough on hands and knees to give Peter room to turn over beneath him, but in those few seconds before he urged Peter to his knees, he came back down, letting his hips press flush against his gorgeous full, round ass, letting him feel the press of his cock against his cheeks.
Then he's kneeling, and Derek's hand slips over the curve of his hip, fingertips brushing low on his belly, skimming through the dark hair there and teasing, not yet touching him, because he wants the first sexual moment between them to be when he's sinking into Peter's body.
Peter's ready, and Derek can almost tell that it's hard for him not to ask, to push for more and demand to have what he needs. He's trusting Derek to give it to him, and he can't imagine how difficult that is. His arm curls around Peter's middle and he moves, pressing himself up against his back as he rocks against him, his body finding the right position. He presses a kiss against Peter's neck, below his ear, and he wants to say I've got you, wants to be reassuring as the head of his cock presses between Peter's cheeks and each roll of his hips brings it closer to where it needs to be, but all that escapes against Peter's skin is a low growl, possessive and affectionate all at once.
Then it happens, he moves just right and the head of his cock presses at Peter's entrance, and the next thrust has him pushing in. It's easy with how wet Peter already is, and it pulls a startled gasp from his throat at how good this feels, how right it is to be sinking inside Peter.
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His breath is shaky, but there's a sweet, blissed murmur as Derek wraps an arm around him, presses against his back. It's perfect, this feeling of safety, of strength that surrounds him, he lets his neck tilt to expose more skin as Derek kisses against his neck, next to his ear, and god, Derek's cock slips between his cheeks so easy and he whines, just so overwhelmed. It feels so much, and he's moaning, his thighs spreading softly, giving himself to his Alpha. They've always been this, just dancing around it, pretending not to notice, but Peter can't let himself ruin that connection twice.
It steals all breath from his lungs when the head of Derek's cock presses to his entrance, and a roll of his hips has him sinking into Peter's body. He moans, shaking at how slick and easy it is, how good it feels. Intoxicating, claiming, a fierce sense of belonging that he can't put words to. One hand comes away from the bed, and he's curling fingers against Derek's hand, letting him be his anchor as heat and need flare inside him.
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He moves into every touch, presses back as Derek presses in, and it's bliss that he can feel, can hear on him. Every shaky move says this is exactly what he wants, this closeness, this connection. Peter belongs to him. It's more than any one thing, more than how he's wet for him, how he curls his fingers tight against his hand, how it's always Derek that he comes to in moments like this. It's everything together, the endless accumulation of it all.
He nuzzles against Peter's neck, nose pressed to his warm skin and breathes him in as he turns his hand to grasp Peter's, tight, reassuring, and he moves. Hips roll at first, slowly rocking, pressing deeper, and then he changes his stance just slightly and he's starting to withdraw and then sink back into him, and it's easy because he's so fucking wet, and a shiver of energy, of desire, of sensation pools inside him and he groans softly against Peter's ear.
"Mine…" he breathes into the delicate shell of his ear. He wants to tell him how good he feels, not just the wet heat wrapped around him, but his firm, lean body beneath his, the way he presses back against him, eager for more. He wants to tell him that he's dreamed of fitting together with someone the way they do, now, that he's been lonely and wanting for all these years, wanting this.
He wants to tell him that he smells like home.
But mine is all he can manage, it's as close as he can get.
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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.."
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At first, he'd been afraid that Peter would leave. Every time he'd go out, running in the woods in the dark, he'd been afraid he wouldn't find his way back, but he did every time. He knows he just needs to get out, needs open spaces, needs the wind in his hair and the leaves beneath his feet, but he needs this, too. Needs an anchor, needs a bed to come home to, needs something permanent in his nomadic existence.
There are so many things that have gone unsaid, things that crept into the silence and made themselves known, more than just the fact that Peter would always come back, but the desire for family. There's more, things they'll get to, talking in the dark, after, but for now it hardly matters that it's never been made explicit.
Derek presses a kiss against Peter's neck. He wants to bite him, wants to lay his claim, leave a mark on his flesh that tells everyone that this Omega belongs to him. The idea is thrilling, and he can already feel his knot beginning to swell, can feel the resistance now as he thrusts into Peter, how his body is more and more resistant to let him go. His breath is coming faster, heavier, and he tightens his grip of Peter's hand and bites down against his perfect skin, teeth sinking in.
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He murmurs as Derek presses a kiss to the side of his neck, warm and soft, close to the pulse point. Then he's lifting his hips, shoulders falling to the bed and he's whining, whimpering as Derek's knot starts to swell, so the rim of his body catches on it when he pulls out. It makes him sob, and then Derek bites him, and he comes like that, with his Alpha's canines sinking into his pale skin, marking him like that. Claiming him, cementing that bond between them, marking Peter as his mate, and when he tries to pull back the next time, he can't.
Their bodies tied, and all Peter can do is moan with the feeling of it. "Derek..."