From the Ashes

From the Ashes: Chapter Eleven

AFG Kink: Claiming Marks

Note: This chapter contains explicit sex and a breeding kink.

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It's a night like any other when Stiles finds Isaac curled up on the couch in the pack house library. He makes his way over chuckling when the wolf perks up. "Hello my honey bee."

Isaac grins, setting his book aside and pulls the spark into his lap. "Hello my guardian angel."

Stiles leans down and presses his lips against his mate's in a chaste kiss. "Missed you."

"You saw me this morning." A kiss to his cheek. "And this afternoon." A kiss to the corner of his eyes. "And at lunch." A kiss to his forehead. "And at dinner." A kiss to his nose. "And now."

Their lips meet again as anything but chaste, their bodies grinding against each other. Soft moans echo with every roll of their hips rubbing their erections together. Stiles pulls back panting and groans when Isaac latches onto his neck near his mating mark.

"Fuck yes."

A husky chuckle escapes Isaac's throat, and he grips his mate's hips. "Bed?"

Stiles swallows thickly and nods. "Yeah. Yes. D-Definitely."

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Neither of them is patient once they get inside their room, as they shed their clothes, some of them tearing in the process but neither of them cares. Stiles shoves Isaac back against the closed door and nips at his neck with fangs making Isaac writhe against him.

A thigh is shoved between the wolf's legs. "Come on honey. Take what you need," Stiles croons pleased when his mate begins to rut against his bare thigh. "That's it. Good boy."

It doesn't take long for the curly haired boy's body to go taught as he groans cumming all over Stiles's hips and cock which hardens even further at the sight.

The wolf's body shakes as he comes down from his high and he whines. "So good. So, fucking good. Now you."

Stiles shushes him. "We have time." He kisses and nips at the wolf's plump, spit slick lips and steps backwards. "You want me to prep you, or you want to prep yourself."

Isaac's knees go weak. "You? Please. You do it."

"As you wish."

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"Fuck Mischief!" Isaac cries out as his mate plunges deep into his hot channel. "So good. Feels so good. More. Harder. Just more!"

"Whatever my wolf wants," Stiles says and bites down hard on the mating mark nestled in the crook of his mate's shoulder as his hips piston faster, deeper, and harder into the tight heat of his mate's body. "You're so good for me Isaac. So perfect. I want to feel you cum. Can you cum on my cock and only my cock? Cum for me honey. Come on. Show me how your pretty little cock can get off with just my cock in your ass."

Isaac throws his head back with a loud groan followed by a high pitched whining cry as ropes of wipe spurt across his skin. Stiles's dirty talk never fails to get him there and this time it was tamer than usual.

Stiles bares his throat as the sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, growing louder as he chases his own pleasure. The clenching of his mate's channel around his cock, the scent of his mate's release, the scent of lust, love and sweat sends him flying over the edge and with one last thrust he pushes as deep as he can get, his release flooding the depths of the wolf.

The spark's body trembles with little pleasurable but intense aftershocks. "Fuck," he breathes and Isaac chuckles. "Shut up wolfy."

"I would say make me but wait a few minutes to do so."

Stiles huffs and slowly pulls out groaning at the rush of cum that slips out of his mate's hole. He gives Isaac a devious smirk and Isaac has zero time to react before he's flipped onto his stomach as the fox buries his face between the wolf's cheeks to get at the creamy white treat until there's not a drop left.

Of course, Stiles would make a few minutes into one as the combination of long fingers, a wicked tongue and an intoxicating scent have Isaac raring to go in seconds. "Fuck you!" he groans as his mate slips back in with a nip to the back of the wolf's neck.

"Next time." Stiles leans down and whispers in Isaac's ear. "Right now, I'm gonna breed you." Isaac gasps at the nip to his ear lobe and the hard snap of his mate's hips. "Would you like that? Want to grow round with my pups? I bet you'd look so gorgeous all round with them."

Needless to say, neither of them lasts long at all as is normal for when Stiles gets into a breeding mindset. Luckily that's his fox side and not his spark side. Right now, the thought of it is enough to do them both in with orgasm after orgasm.

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"Your turn for laundry," Isaac mumbles sleepily.

Stiles huffs as he wipes his mate down, cleaning up–almost–all of their mess. He's exceptionally good at aftercare. He draws them a bath that they spend time just relaxing in before getting them out, dried off and into bed. They don't bother with clothes, instead slipping under the covers bare, their legs tangling and falling asleep sated and content.