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Peter’s fingers hovered over the slight raise of Stiles’ stomach as awe filled him. Under this very skin grew his child. A child he’d never even hoped to have. The weight of it left him breathless.
Stiles stirred, rolling over in a restless surge that had become familiar as of late. Peter snugged in tight against his young mate’s back, taking comfort in the feel of them pressed together. He ghosted his fingers down Stiles’ stomach and slowly up his torso. He pressed his nose into the back of Stiles’ neck and breathed in the sweet scent of Stiles now mixed with the pup.
His fingers pressed up against Stiles’ nipple and he paused to savor the changes happening in Stiles’ body. They were flushed pink and already growing tender. Stiles still felt uncomfortable with the change so Peter left them alone for the most part but right now, in this quiet state between waking and sleep, he lost the fight not to touch.
He rubbed the pad of his finger over one nipple and grinned as a shudder went through Stiles. Rucking up Stiles’ shirt, he rolled them over to gain a better view of the beautiful body underneath him. He pressed a kiss to Stiles’ arm and slowly made his way up to the neck and back down until he could swirl a tongue around the delicate nub.
Stiles rumbled, opening up one eye even as his body arched up into the sensation. He grumbled but tangled his fingers in Peter’s hair, head falling and eyes rolling back as Peter began to suck and nip at his skin.
“Holy shit, Peter—fuck!” Stiles moaned, squirming and knuckles turning white. “Fuck—that feels so good. Why the hell does it feel so good?”
“Your body is changing, sweetheart. Preparing itself for our pup.”
“I still don’t—” Stiles broke off with a mewl as Peter went back to lavishing his nipples with attention. Emboldened by Stiles’ wakefulness and lack of objection, Peter sucked down harder on the nipple. Each mewl and whimper he drew out of Stiles spurred him on. He slid the tip of his tongue across Stiles’ chest to ravish the same attention on the other side. Rolling closer, he humped up against Stiles’ leg as he imagined what it would feel like when there was milk involved. He groaned, pausing to look up.
“Soon these will leak.” He cupped the gentle raise on Stiles’ chest. “For our child, for you to feed them, strengthen them with what you make.”
“Why is that so hot?” Stiles complained, writhing under Peter as his own cock hardened. “It’s still so weird but fuck, I’m so turned on right now.”
Peter smirked, lunging up to capture his mouth in a rough kiss. “Your spark is preparing your body, there’s nothing strange or ‘weird’ about this. Let go of this human mindset and let your instincts guide you.”
Stiles whimpered under Peter, his pupils dilating and body trembling. Peter lapped back at a nub, running his hands down Stiles’ sides and back up to tease at his cock. He breathed in the scent of Stiles and the added scent of pup. His child’s heartbeat sang to him like a soothing lullaby and he could lose himself in it for hours.
He flung a leg over Stiles’ legs to hold them in place as he continued to bite then lick each nipple until Stiles fell apart underneath him. It filled him with a need and a rush that he’d never felt before to have his partner so completely at his mercy while child grew within that gentle raise of skin. Each lap of his tongue, graze of his hand, shudder of skin, gave rise to a fierce ache inside him.
“Can you cum from this?” He sucked down hard, reveling in the mewled cry Stiles made. “Cum for me, my love.”
Stiles came—shooting his load heavy between their bodies—making the scent of the room thicken. Peter threw his head back and came himself, cum mixing with Stiles’ own, blending everything together in an intoxicating aroma.
He collapsed forward, trading warm kisses and murmured declarations of love and adoration. They fell asleep, wrapped up (entwined) together, his nose unable to tell where one scent ended and another started. This is how it should be. An alpha and his mate, and soon their child. He pressed one last kiss to Stiles’ cheek before he drifted off to sleep.