Anticipation

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It had been a long year.

A year since he'd arrived at Beacon Hills looking for help, a year since he'd found a pack and a year since he'd found Stiles and fallen completely and stupidly in love with him. They were both bearing new scars and Sam will swear up and down that he saw a grey hair or two after the latest incident just before graduation, but they were alive. Safe. Whole.

Most of the students were out at wild graduation parties all over the town.

Tonight Sam had something nicer in mind. A simple dinner for two (after kicking his brother out for the entire weekend) and their own celebration. Stiles had graduated that afternoon. He was eighteen and getting ready for college. It was as exciting as it was frightening. Sam didn't want him to leave. But he still wanted to celebrate with him.

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"Good," Stiles brushes his lips against Sam's hair, smiling goofily. "I can't wait to see Scott's face." Poor guy.

"...I'm really glad you came here, Sam." Stiles whispers, tucking into Sam's chest a little tighter. "I'm so glad you came to Beacon Hills..."

Stiles let his hands brush over Sam's arms, then his chest, simply feeling and tracing. His. Sam was going to be his...

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To be fair, Sam had been his the first time his wolf had caught his scent. The first time he'd laid eyes on him really.

He smiles, arching up happily into every touch, every pass of his fingers. "So am I. Glad I came here, glad I found you." Sam cups his face, kissing him softly. "I'm never leaving. Wherever you go? I go too. It's that simple."

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"I believe you," Stiles grins brightly, eyes shimmering with a few tears. He believes Sam, heart practically bursting with love for the man. How had he gotten so lucky? He pulls Sam into a more passionate kiss after the soft one, lips moving urgently with barely contained excitement. They're engaged. Sam is coming with him. Could Stiles' life get any better?

He kisses eagerly down Sam's neck, sliding his hands underneath Sam's shirt to feel skin. Tonight is special, and Stiles is going to make the most out of it. He can only imagine what their Honeymoon will be like...

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Sam's thumb brushes along his cheek as Stiles deepens the kiss. A pleased, happy rumble sounds in his chest as Stiles winds himself closer. He tilts his head back, letting him mouthe along his skin. Shifting, Sam rubs his cheek against Stiles, marking him with his scent. His. His mate.

"You know.. Dean wants to throw a bachelor party," he breathes, a laugh in his voice. "I'm sure the pack will too."

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"Wait, do we have to do separate ones?" Stiles kind of doesn't want to. He never wants to spend time away from Sam when he could be with him, after all the time they've wasted already, separated by things beyond their control.

Well, it would be fun watching Scott try to organize a bachelor party. He'd pay to see that, actually.

"Sam..." Stiles breathes softly, closing his eyes and running his hands over Sam's back underneath his shirt, pressing even closer. He just wants to touch the man, wrap up together and never have to let go.

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So they can always have dinner later. Sam deepens the kiss, kissing along his jaw and down his neck, tasting his skin. His. Stiles was going to be his. The normal life he'd always wanted, always prayed for, he was going to share with the young man he loved more than his own life.

"We can do it however you want. I think if we team Scott and Dean up we're going to be doomed."

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"Why do I feel like Dean would coerce Scott into hiring a stripper?" Stiles teases, hands drifting down towards Sam's jeans. He's still a little shy, and blushes when he thinks about what he wants to do with Sam. Stiles hadn't done it yet, but Sam had, and he wanted to reciprocate...

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"Because he completely would. Probably a few of them if we don't rein him in." Sam shifts a bit, his body already responding eagerly to every touch.

Stiles said yes. He said yes. His mind keeps tripping joyously over that one little sentence.

Sam sucks in a startled breath, feeling his hands drift down along his belt. Stiles is adorable when he blushes and he lays back a bit, letting him take charge. It was a thrill to surrender that control over to Stiles, one that warmed his blood and made his cock twitch in anticipation.

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"Hey, it might not be that bad. We could get them to give Derek a lap dance," Stiles laughs, undoing Sam's button and slipping his hand into Sam's pants, cupping him.

He ducks his head, dipping into Sam's neck, jittery with initiating this and the nerves from the whole graduation day.

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Sam's laugh trails off into a breathy moan as Stiles slips his hand down the front of his pants, finding him already half-hard. One arm winds around his back, pressing him in close while his hips press up into him, seeking more. It's amazing how quickly his touch can drive him absolutely crazy.

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Stiles can't help but marvel at Sam's moan, how he's hardening beneath Stiles' fingers. That he can make Sam feel like this...it's amazing and Stiles doesn't think he'll ever get tired of showing Sam how much he loves him, finding his response evident in more than words...

Stiles works down Sam's pants, pushing them farther down his hips, slowly bringing the boxers down with them to reveal Sam. Stiles strokes him lightly, kissing down his neck to the line of his shirt.

"I...can I try something?" Stiles whispers, blushing at the request. He wanted to taste Sam, for the first time...but he also didn't want to screw up and look like an idiot on his graduation/engagement night.

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Sam raises his hips as Stiles tugs off his clothes, skin sending sparks of desire down his limbs with every hesitant brush of his fingers. More. Every tentative brush of lips and fingers draws another quiet moan, a press up into his fingers. Then he's stroking him fully erect and all he can do is groan and try not to buck up into his palm.

His smile is a little dazed, his eyes already blown dark with need. Fingers brush his cheek and into his hair. "Sure. Anything you want."

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"Off." Stiles smiles, sliding his hand against Sam's abdomen, slowly taking Sam's with him up over Sam's head. He let his fingers flutter gently over Sam's skin, reverently kissing his way across the man's chest. God, Sam is beautiful. Beautiful, intelligent, with the best heart Stiles has ever seen in anybody. And he's going to stay, he's going to be Stiles'...he's going to be Stiles' husband. Stiles can't even begin to articulate how happy that makes him.

Stiles kisses Sam tenderly, then lightly removes himself from the man's lap, standing in front of him. Stiles bites his lip, a little nervous, and tugs Sam's pants farther down, to his ankles. Swallowing in anticipation, Stiles kneels between Sam's legs, taking the man's cock in his hand, pressing a kiss to the head.

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His breath is coming in quiet moans as his fingers flutter hesitantly over his skin, tugging his clothes off. Nothing inflames him faster than the hesitant brushes of Stiles's hands. He's stronger than he gives himself credit for, and every awkward stumble is more endearing than the last. Stiles is the one he's going to give it all up for. Give up hunting for good and live a normal life. They're going to be happy.

He's going to get married. He's going to marry Stiles and he's not sure if he's ever been so happy.

Every happy thought slipskidded right out of his head the moment Stiles took him.

"God--!" His breath fell out of him in a cry, hips arching up into him. "Stiles.."

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"...Is that...okay?" Stiles asks, pulling away for a second before kissing across Sam's shaft nervously. It certainly sounds like he's doing okay, those breathless cries giving Stiles all the right kinds of goosebumps. He cups Sam's balls gently, massaging them as he slowly wraps his lips around the head of Sam's cock, flicking his tongue over Sam's slit for the first time. Stiles can't hold back the soft moan that rumbles out of his chest at Sam's delicious flavor, having him sliding his tongue back over him for more, swirling slowly around him.

Stiles glances up at Sam, hazel eyes wide as he dares to bob down a little farther, not even halfway down Sam's cock as he tests the waters.

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His mouth is open, panting as Stiles bobs his head down, sucking him into his mouth. The muscles in his thighs tense and jump as he resists the urge to thrust up, forcing himself to hold still and just enjoy the feeling of his mouth wrapped around his cock. Sam drags his fingers through his hair, breathless sounds and cries of approval tumbling from his lips as he gazes down at him.

They're going to get married. He's going to marry Stiles and they're going to be happy.

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Stiles meets Sam's gaze, wide hazel eyes above his lips, which are currently stretched around Sam's thick cock. He bobs down a little more, unsure of his much he can take in because damn, Sam is big and he has no idea how the man fits into his ass. Besides, this is his first time giving a blowjob; the noises Sam is making tell him he must be doing something right.

Stiles hums around Sam's length, swallowing around him and pulling a little more in. He's almost to his throat now and he doesn't want to screw up by gagging himself but...well, Sam's fucking delicious and he wants to try. Stiles hollows out his cheeks, sliding his mouth all the way down Sam's cock and back up quickly, not long enough to choke himself.