A Spark Among The Wolves

“I may have watched some informative videos.”

The werewolf gripped at the sheets as he felt the vampire’s mouth on his balls, gasping and bucking his hips up as he felt his tongue moving against his hole.

“I may have watched some informative videos.”

“I shouldn’t have left without telling you.”

He kissed back down Peter’s body, slipping between his legs.  He brought Peter’s legs to his shoulders and slowly started licking along his cock before taking it into his mouth.

He sighed. “Stiles, you did tell me. I was just too stupid and let you go. Stop  putting the blame on yourself. All of it was my fault. This was something you needed to do. I should have been supportive, but I wasn’t. I’m sorry.”

“It is…old man.”

He nipped the other’s nipple lightly, bringing his hand down to slowly rub Peter through his pants.

“And you will eat something.  Even if it’s just a small amount.  I made you like this and I’m going to work to fix it.”

He wanted Peter back to the way he had been.  He was way too thin right now.

Stiles continued worshiping the other’s chest and torso with kisses and bites as his hands worked on his pants, his hands finally getting the button and zip undone before slipping beneath boxers and squeezing the other softly.

He bit his lip and arched his hips up towards his hand. He moaned softly and closed his eyes.

"No, Stiles. I made myself like this. Don’t you dare blame yourself for my weaknesses, got it?" he stated. He knew he was unhealthy, but he didn’t care at that time, though, now that he knew it was bothering Stiles, he’d have to change it asap.

“I shouldn’t have left without telling you.”

He kissed back down Peter’s body, slipping between his legs.  He brought Peter’s legs to his shoulders and slowly started licking along his cock before taking it into his mouth.

He kissed Peter again before slowly pulling off the other’s shirt.  He smirked when skin was exposed to him, and slowly kissed Peter’s neck, his hands wandering over the werewolf’s skin as he slowly moved down, his tongue flicking out over Peter’s left nipple before sucking on it softly.  He looked up at Peter with eyes that almost seemed to glow.

He sighed quietly into the kiss and cupped the back of Stiles’ head as he kissed him back. He raised his arms to make it easier for the vampire to remove his shirt. Biting his lip, he leaned his head back and hummed in approval as he felt the other’s mouth on his nipple.

“It is…old man.”

He nipped the other’s nipple lightly, bringing his hand down to slowly rub Peter through his pants.

“And you will eat something.  Even if it’s just a small amount.  I made you like this and I’m going to work to fix it.”

He wanted Peter back to the way he had been.  He was way too thin right now.

Stiles continued worshiping the other’s chest and torso with kisses and bites as his hands worked on his pants, his hands finally getting the button and zip undone before slipping beneath boxers and squeezing the other softly.

“Well, I’m about to wear you out, and after that…I’ll make you some of my mother’s soup.  It’ll help I think.”

He ran his fingers through Peter’s hair before capturing his lips again.  He was going to make Peter fell good and forget every worry he had.  He pulled slowly from the kiss and grabbed the lube from the bedside table.  He placed it beside Peter’s head and smirked.

"Wear me out, huh? That’s a pretty big promise to uphold," he stated with a sly smirk. "And you don’t have to keep cooking for me. I’ll be fine for the rest of the day."

He purred as he felt Stiles’ fingers through his hair, humming against his lips. 

He smirked at him.

He kissed Peter again before slowly pulling off the other’s shirt.  He smirked when skin was exposed to him, and slowly kissed Peter’s neck, his hands wandering over the werewolf’s skin as he slowly moved down, his tongue flicking out over Peter’s left nipple before sucking on it softly.  He looked up at Peter with eyes that almost seemed to glow.

Perhaps a heavy breakfast wasn’t the best for someone just starting to eat again after a week.  He would have to make his mother’s soup.  That was sure to get Peter eating, because even if he didn’t eat the actual solids in it, the broth was always amazing.

He set everything on the desk before slowly crawling up Peter’s body.

“You’re staring.  And my shower was nice.  I needed to scrub off the scent of others.  I don’t want our first time to be with me smelling like tourists.”

He kissed Peter’s neck before tossing his towel to the side, revealing that he was already half hard.

He bit the inside of his cheek when Stiles made his way up his body.

"Of course I’m staring. Have you looked i the mirror?" he countered.

“Well, I’m about to wear you out, and after that…I’ll make you some of my mother’s soup.  It’ll help I think.”

He ran his fingers through Peter’s hair before capturing his lips again.  He was going to make Peter fell good and forget every worry he had.  He pulled slowly from the kiss and grabbed the lube from the bedside table.  He placed it beside Peter’s head and smirked.