Stiles had been broken and had put himself back together more times than he could count. He was almost used to it at this point, which. Is kinda sad because heâs still, technically, a kid. But his dad had his own life, and Stiles couldnât bring himself to interrupt.
Heâs not worth it anyways.
Then Deucalion came, and he didnât know what to do, or what to think.
Because Deuc was the perfect gentleman and an exceptional lover. He strung him out and put him back together, leaving him better than before. When his daddy kink slipped out, followed by the inevitable shame coloring his face, there were no disgust on Deucâs face.
That night was one of many where not only did Stiles feel better afterwards, but he felt me confident. More grounded. More infatuated too, especially after the night he wore fishnet stockings and Deucalion looked at him with open reverence, like heâs the most beautiful person in the world rather than some lanky sixteen year old.
âOne day, Iâd like to give you the bite,â Deuc whispered against his skin, prompting a gasp from Stiles. âOnly if you wanted it, of course.â
âI want it. I want it a lot, oh my god, Deuc.â
And when it happened, not only did he feel worthy, like his veins ran with goldâŚ
Now, his mate bondâa red string of fateâwas visible, making Stiles wonderâ
âKnow what, darling,â Deucalion drawled back, hand shifting to rest on the bite mark.
âKnow that weâre mates. We have the red string and everything, but youâre, yâknow.â
Stiles would feel embarrassed, but heâs grinning fondly.
âYes, I knew the second I held you in my arms, dear boy.â