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Author:          KouriArashi
                               Ao3

Additional Tags:Alternate Universe - Law EnforcementAlternate Universe - HumanAlpha/Beta/Omega DynamicsAlpha Derek HaleOmega Stiles StilinskiPolice Officer Derek HalePolice Officer Stiles StilinskiMating Cycles/In HeatPast Rape/Non-conSlow BuildAngstAngst with a Happy EndingHurt/Comfortno dubcon

Words: 17,476
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Summary;

Tact and social mores are completely relegated to the back of Derek’s brain, and without thinking, he blurts out, “Did you spend your heat alone?”

Stiles’ head jerks around in surprise, and then he flushes pink and looks away. His voice comes out brusque and unfriendly. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I spend every heat alone.”
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Derek was a little worried that Tom would make a big deal out of his son having finally found somebody, but he doesn’t. He seems to realize that this would only embarrass all of them. He does ask Derek a lot of questions, about his family, his time in LA, how he likes Beacon Hills. But it’s just the standard ‘get to know your son’s boyfriend’ kind of questions. They go to the baseball game and grill some steaks and have a good time.

He leaves on Monday after hugging his son for a good five minutes, and says he’s going to come back up in a couple weeks. Derek misses their last dinner together because he gets called in to work a case, but both Stiles and his father are police officers heart and soul, so neither of them make a big deal out of it. They’ll visit again soon.

By the time he gets home that night, it’s late, nearly midnight, and his stomach is growling. “Hey, your dad make his flight okay?”

“Yeah,” Stiles says. “There’s some leftover Chinese if you want it.”

“Awesome.” Derek stops before going to the refrigerator to kiss Stiles, which is vastly more important than dinner. He gets distracted from the idea of food instantly, and somehow they wind up on the sofa, making out.

This isn’t exactly new, and Derek is always careful not to let it get too far, but this time Stiles is being demanding, grinding his hips against Derek’s and twining his hands in Derek’s hair. He looks beautiful, head tossed back and eyes closed, just letting himself feel good. Derek holds onto his hips, lets his hands slide over Stiles’ back and ass and is gratified when that just makes Stiles grind against him harder. Derek leans in and sucks a bruise into the side of Stiles’ neck, and Stiles whimpers.

“Do you – want me to stop?” Derek makes himself ask.

“Jesus, no,” Stiles says, leaning his forehead into the crook of Derek’s shoulder and rocking forward frantically. He shudders a moment later, fingers digging into Derek’s biceps hard enough to bruise. Then he relaxes with a faint moan. “Well. That was.” He lets out a slow breath. “That was anti-climactic.”

“Actually, I think it was the exact opposite,” Derek says, stroking Stiles’ hair.

Stiles snickers. “Okay, yeah. I can’t deny that. But I always just pictured my first time coming with a guy being really deep and complex somehow. Not just, you know. Coming in my pants like a teenager.”

“Did you enjoy it?” Derek asks.

“Oh, hell yes,” Stiles says. “I kind of want to do it again, like, immediately.”

“Then everything worked out,” Derek says.

“Except this,” Stiles says, rocking forward slightly against where Derek’s erection is still rock hard in his pants. Derek groans a little despite his best efforts. “We should take care of that.”

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