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Blood-Soaked Tropical Sexytimes (Steter)

Peter was a firm believer in multitasking, even when it came to his honeymoon with his new husband. "Did you see the pool at this hotel? Amazing!" Stiles says, flopping down on the bed while Peter stares out the window at the target. He nods his head once to show that he heard, and he looked over at Stiles to see that his eyes were closed. Traveling was hard on his boy, and Peter slipped from the room to do his job.

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Stiles is awake by the time that Peter gets back, and he frowns when he sees him walk in. "You've got blood on you." Stiles says, rubbing his eyes as he sits up to walk over to him but Peter is already stripping off his bloody clothes.

"Got a nose bleed. I got you these." Peter says, shoving a few flowers into Stiles' hand to distract him. Stiles aww at the flower, smelling them, and he puts them on the bedside table before he wraps his arms around Peter. Peter grins at him, cupping Stiles' head with a blooded hand, and he kisses him. Stiles grins into the kiss, and he rocks against his hips against Peter's. "Come on. Let's take you to bed." Peter says, and Stiles grins as he shucks off the rest of his clothes.

Stiles wiggles his ass on the bed, winking at him, and Peter shakes his head before he jumps on the bed. "Easy, old man." Stiles laughs, getting a growl from Peter before he pins him to the bed. Stiles makes a noise when he feels Peter's bare cock against his ass. "Yes." Stiles sighs, shoving back against him. Peter has been half hard since the murder, it's not the murder that does it it's that he has Stiles rooms away wanting for him, and he turns Stiles' face to kiss him deeply. Stiles returns the kiss, caressing Peter's bearded cheek, and he pushes back against him. "Want to have married sex?" Stiles grins, and Peter snorts he goes to grab the lube. "Ah, no need." Stiles winks, pushing Peter's hand against his ass for him to see that he's already stretched open.

Peter sighs. "What did I do to deserve you?" Peter sighs, fondly as he pushes two fingers into him. Stiles sighs out as he shakes his head, and his sarcastic comment gets taken out of his mouth by Peter curling his fingers just how he likes it. "Are you ready, pup?" Peter asks him, and Stiles nods as he turns toward him. Peter wastes no time taking his fingers out before he pushes his cock into him, groan as Stiles' hot heat swallows his cock, and Stiles clenches around him.

"Peter, come on. Fuck me like you mean it." Stiles says, kissing Peter's arm as he looks at him. Peter pushes Stiles' down on the bed, keeping his hand on the back of his neck, and he holds him down as he fucks him harder. Stiles cries out the closer he gets to coming, his words slurring into nothing but Peter's name, and Peter snarls when he feels Stiles' come from his cock alone. Stiles collapses onto the bed, or he would if Peter wasn't holding him up. Peter digs his hands, controlling his claws so Stiles won't notice them, and he breathes in Stiles' scent as he buries his head into his neck.

Peter comes with a bitten off growl, coming in Stiles' claiming him, and he stays in him as he lays them both down. Stiles lazily kisses him a few times before he falls asleep, and Peter curls his around him. He watches the door for a few minutes, eyes bright blue, before falling after his husband.

*I literally ship everyone with Stiles except Lydia.*