I found my way back to you

SMUT

Peter and Stiles had been on one of their dates. Peter could feel that tonight was the night. Stiles had been extra flirty all the way through dinner, rubbing his foot up Peters thigh, nudging his crotch. Peter was hard as a rock.

When they arrived home, Stiles leaped into Peters arms, kissing him roughly. "Take me to bed Peter."

Peter could see and feel the want from Stiles. This was something he had wanted for so long.

"Are you sure you want this Stiles?."

"Yes, god yes."

"Thank god." Peter laughed. "I'm going to take you apart, make you beg, you're going to ride me, and I'm going to split you open with my cock. How does that sound sweetheart?."

Stiles just moaned. "Please, need you."

Peter kissed him, roughly, which seemed to go on forever, and by the end of it Stiles found himself with his back pressed against the door. He had one hand tangled in Peter's hair, and the other gripping tightly at Peters shoulder, and when they finally parted he was panting for breath, a tiny whine escaping him.

Peter smiled widely. "Oh, listen to that. I do love the sweet noises you make." He ground his body forward and Stiles felt the hard line of his cock.

"Yeah?" Stiles asked, fascinated in spite of the want currently surging through him.

He slid his hands down over Stiles' sensitive ribs, making him shudder, and grasped him lightly at his waist. "Now, shall we move this to the bed, sweetheart?"

Peter was holding back. Trying not to loose control. His wolf wanted to be in Stiles already. But Peter needed to take his time, as this was his first time.

"You've gone awfully quiet, but I'm guessing by the scent of you that it's not from disappointment." The amusement was clear in Peter's voice as he peeled his shirt off and dropped it on the chair. "Like what you see, sweetheart?"

Stiles nodded vigorously before catching himself. "You're so fucking hot," he blurted, tugging at his own buttons, suddenly eager to feel all that skin pressed up against his own.

"I'm glad you think so."

Stiles chuckled.

Peter's hands worked the buckle on his belt, and the swish of leather through the air as he pulled it through the loops did things to Stiles, and leather wasn't even his kink.

Stiles tugged his own shirt over his head, too impatient for the rest of the buttons, and when his head emerged it was to see Peter easing his shoes off, then unbuttoning his suit pants and pushing them down his solid thighs along with his boxers, and Stiles was treated to the sight of Peter's thick cock as it slapped against his belly when he stepped out of his pants, a pair of enticingly narrow hips, and a world-class ass. Peter bent and retrieved his clothing, displaying said ass perfectly, and added his dress pants to the pile on the chair. Stiles wasn't sure how his cock would fit. Stiles was above average in that department, he was proud of his cock, as it was bigger than most of his team mates in the lacrosse team, he had glanced a few times in the shower, he was even bigger than the True Alpha Scott which made him smile. But he has never seen one this big. He could only describe it as a monster cock. It was making Stiles mouth Water. He couldn't wait to have it in his mouth.

Stiles kicked his own shoes off and shimmied out of his tight pants and boxers eagerly and jumped on the bed.

Peter eased himself down next to Stiles, tracing his fingers on the tender skin of Stiles' belly. "Oh, feel how soft your skin is, like velvet to the touch," Peter crooned, fingers skating over the flesh and leaving a trail of goosebumps. He nestled in closer, and Stiles saw his eyes flare red. Peter was impressed with the size of Stiles cock, the way he reacted to it.