Chapter Text
FIVE YEARS LATER
Derek gripped Stiles’ waist tighter, holding him steady as he pounded into him. Stiles made a muffled noise behind his gag, his eyes rolling back in his head as Derek hit that sweet spot in him dead on.
His Dom groaned and thrust one more time before his cock pulsed in Stiles and began to spurt seed deep inside him. Stiles’ head fell forward, his body shivering with need even as Derek’s cock began to soften. His own cock was dripping, fully erect and purple underneath the cock ring.
Derek reached around, tugging the leather ring off. Stiles bit into the gag in his mouth, screwing his eyes shut so as not to come before he was given permission.
His Dom kissed his ear softly in reward. “Go ahead and come. You’ve done so well.”
Gasping around his gag, Stiles did, his arms jerking as they were stretched above his head. He fell; limp, against the sheets and lay there even as Derek unbuckled the gag.
“How are your shoulders doing?” Derek asked, one hand lightly rubbing along Stiles’ back.
Stiles rolled his shoulders back, his arms still cuffed together at the head of their large bed. “Fine,” he answered honestly. They’d played longer and harder than what had just happened before and he knew his own limits. He could stay in soft bondage for a few more hours if his Dom wanted.
Derek didn’t, it seemed, as he unlocked the cuffs and took Stiles’ hands in hand, rubbing the wrists to regain blood flow.
Stiles smiled and shifted to lean against his Dom’s chest. His speech always left him during scenes, but it wouldn’t take too much longer for it to come back.
“Congratulations,” Derek told him softly.
“Quite a graduation present,” Stiles grinned.
“Not every day you graduate college,” Derek noted and then he slipped off the bed and padded over to the chest of drawers. “Come here, Stiles.”
Stiles did, curious as Derek took from the top drawer a thin box. “Is that what I think it is?”
Derek smiled softly at him. “We’ve been together for a while and I’ve known since the beginning that I love you. The only reason I haven’t done this sooner is because your dad asked that I wait until you graduated. Now that you’re done… I can finally ask. Stiles, will you do me the honor of wearing my collar?”
Stiles felt his cheeks heat, but it was with pleasure not embarrassment as he nodded. “Of course, Derek. Yes.” He got on his knees before his Dom could ask and bowed his head.
Seconds later, Derek’s all too familiar hands circled his neck and then they were replaced with something heavier, and soft. There was the click of a lock closing.
“Stand,” Derek told him. Stiles stood, one hand coming to touch the collar now locked on his neck. “Go on, look in the mirror.”
Stiles grinned and leaned forward to give his Dom a peck on the lips before he raced to the bathroom. He flicked the lights on and stared as his new collar was revealed.
It was silver in color, but not white gold. Platinum, he thought, surprised. The actual metal didn’t touch the skin; instead there was a softer cotton lining that wouldn’t rub. He would have to take it off for cleaning, probably, but that wasn’t a problem because he waswearing Derek’s collar!
“You like it?” Derek asked, stepping up behind him and encircling his waist with large arms.
“I love it,” Stiles said honestly, fiddling with the small tag that read: PROPERTY OF ALPHA DEREK HALE etched over a wolf background. “I really love it, Derek, thank you.”
“Of course,” Derek murmured, repeating Stiles’ earlier words. “How long do we have until the graduation party?”
Stiles checked the clock out in the bedroom. “An hour,” he said. Derek’s new pack would all be there: Scott and Allison and Danny and Jackson and several others they’d collected along the way. They still visited the larger Hale pack occasionally, and sometimes Lydia came down from Berkley to hang out with them, but that central pack was as close as family.
Stiles loved all of them, but none more than he loved his Dom.
“An hour?” Derek smirked. “Enough time for a lengthy shower, isn’t it?”
Stiles shivered. “Hell yes.”
Derek laughed and kissed his lips and then down to the junction of his neck and collar. Stiles leaned into him, more content than he could ever remember being in his life.