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 he’s still, technically, a kid. But his dad had his own life, and Stiles couldn’t bring himself to interrupt.
He’s not worth it anyways.
Then Deucalion came, and he didn’t 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 Deuc’s 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 he’s the most beautiful person in the world rather than some lanky sixteen year old.
“One day, I’d like to give you the bite,” Deuc whispered against his skin, prompting a gasp from Stiles. “Only if you wanted it, of course.”
“I want it. I want it a lot, oh my god, Deuc.”
And when it happened, not only did he feel worthy, like his veins ran with gold…
Now, his mate bond—a red string of fate—was visible, making Stiles wonder—
“Know what, darling,” Deucalion drawled back, hand shifting to rest on the bite mark.
“Know that we’re mates. We have the red string and everything, but you’re, y’know.”
Stiles would feel embarrassed, but he’s grinning fondly.
“Yes, I knew the second I held you in my arms, dear boy.”