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Stiles woke up with the feeling of arms around him. He freaked out for a moment and looked up at the arms to see who was holding him. It was Theo. That's when he remembered last night. Theo kissed him and he kissed Theo right back, and then curled up around him.
Stiles was starting to enjoy the warmth but the feeling of unease was starting to hit him. He could feel his heart rate going up. Then the arms around him started to get tighter. Stiles yelped in shock. Stiles was just staring at Theo's arms, so he didn't notice how Theo was awake and kissing his forehead again.
“Morning baby.” Theos whispered in a rough morning voice. That voice might have made stiles’ weak for anything he says.
“Morning Theo.” Sties mumbled but he was more so trying to burrow into theo’s warm skin. He still felt cold a little even with the hoodie so he just tried to burrow deeper into Theo.
Theo lets out a laugh and then uses his left hand to grab Stiles chin and makes him look him in the eyes. Theo smiled at those bright honey doe eyes looking at him.
“I don't think you can get any farther in my skin.” Theo turned his head and looked at the clock that was on the nightstand. “Its 9 sweetheart. Let's get the day started. Then we can cuddle later.”
Theo got up before stiles could argue or complain. Stiles followed Theo to the closet. Stiles just stood there as Theo grabbed clothes. Theo handed the clothes to stiles.
It was 3 items: a red hoodie that looked huge, small black latex shorts, and a pair of black underwear. Stiles looked at the items and then back at Theo, his eyes flicking back and forth. He wanted pants but he knows better then to argue with Theo.
“Let's go shower, little fox.” Theo mummered as he grabbed his own clothes, then started to usher stiles into the bathroom. Theo closed the door behind him, and he pushed stiles onto the toilet seat lid. Theo walked past him and turned on the shower. He made sure that the water was set so it was perfect for Stiles.
Once the water was taken care of Theo stood in front of stiles just to watch him for a moment. Stiles’ eyes slowly rose from the floor up to his eyes. Stiles fully noticed that Theo was fully naked just watching him. Stiles’ breath hitched and then immediately he diverted his eyes to the ground.
“Sweetheart, I want you to get naked and then get into the shower with me.”
Stiles just stared down at the floor. On one hand he absolutely wanted to get in the shower with Theo. And let Theo take care of him. But on the other he was also terrified, if he took a shower with Theo then he probably wouldn't be able to stop himself from wanting more. He was caught up in his head.
“Dont ignore me, Just do what i told you.” Theo's voice carried a bit of anger like Theo was mad at him for hesitating. Stiles started to squeeze at his legs. Theo grabbed his hand immediately. Stiles looked up at Theo. His facial expression was a mix of confusion and anger. “Don't hurt yourself, just tell me what's up.”
"I—Theo, I want to, I cant get out of my head." Stiles whispered, his voice small and trembling as he squeezed his eyes shut, his knuckles turning white against Theo's grip on his hand. Theo let go of his other hand and Stiles started fidgeting. He didnt like this it felt like he was in trouble.
“Then do it. Do it for me, little fox.” Theo put his hand out so that stiles would just listen and not have to think and just get out of his head. The sonner he could get Stiles to just do, it would be easier for Stiles to just listen.
Stiles took Theo’s hand and just stayed silent when he reached for his clothes and started to get him naked. Theo got the hoodie off of him and then started to slowly push Stiles’ underwear down. Stiles felt lingering touches over his ass and over his dick. He didn't know how to feel about the touches. He knew he liked the feeling off it, but his brain was making him feel bad again.
The touches stopped when the underwear was fully off. Then Theo gently pushed stiles into the shower. The stream of water was at the perfect temperature. It felt great running over Stiles’ body. On top of the water stiles also was basking in Theo's soft touches. it felt perfect, like nothing could make this feeling go away.
He was enjoying himself. It was relaxing for him and Theo scrubbing his body felt great too. It was like he was being taken care off. And after so long of ding the person who took care of others letting someone do it for him was better. He was jolted out of the relaxation when he felt what seemed like a finger pressing against his hole, Not going in it was there, just pushing at his entrance.
Stiles yelped at this but he couldn't force himself to get away from the finger. He was surprised but it felt good, he was even getting a little hard from this. The finger he soon realized was Theo's index finger started to rub in circles around his hole. He wanted more but he didnt know he to get more yet. It was making him feel frustrated from the lack of touch. At this point he just wanted Theo to touch him, so he pushed back on the finger and tried to wiggle around it. But the finger wouldn't move at all.
“If you want a sweetheart, You should beg.” Theo mummered his voice deeper than it normally was. It was making him weak, that voice was hitting all the right places in his brain. He could feel himself getting more aroused by the voice. He even got harder from it. “You like it when I speak like this? Don't you?” Theo said in that same tone that sounded like a perfect audiobook voice. All nice and seductive.
He wanted more so he did what Theo asked and he started begging.
“Theo, Please more. I'll be good.” Stiles whined, Which was what he guessed Theo wanted by the fact that the finger went inside and was pressing against his inner walls. He could feel the finger inside him curl and move around like he was looking for something. It didnt take long before he jolted in pleasure from the fact hat Theo hit his prostate. He didn't know that it could feel this good.
Stiles let out a loud moan and then the finger was gone, He let out a low whine but Theo was shushing him and then there were two fingers inside of him. heo was just stroking his prostate. He felt like he was gonna die. Dying by being finger fucked seemed like a good way to go out.
“Theo… Im… close.” Stiles breathlessly said, moans punctuating each of his words.
“Cum for me darling.” Theo whispered in his ear. The fingers hitting his prostate got faster, and then he was cumming. cum was spilling from him and going into the drain. He felt wrecked.
Stiles leaned back on Theo. Stiles was weak at the knees as Theo came. Theo removed his fingers and Stiles felt empty but he put that feeling aside because the blissed out feeling was overriding that.
He was so distracted that he zoned out, the next thing he knew. He was being rinsed off, pulled out the shower, and a towel was pressed against his skin. Stiles opened his eyes to realize he was sitting on top of the bathroom sink counter. Theo was getting dressed. Theo was in a pair of black sweatpants and a white shirt.
“Darling can you stand for me?” Theo was smiling, a smug grin on his face. like he just won a game.
Stiles just nodded and tried to push himself off the counter top but Theo held him back. Theo handed him his clothes and then he was being kissed. Hard. He kissed back, with a smile on his face. He could feel Theo smiling right back and then he opened up his mouth in a small reflex and then Theo's tongue was in his mouth slowly exploring the inside.
Stiles didnt know how long they were kissing but whn Theo pulled off he was breathless, and gasping for the air that was taken from that Long kiss. But before he could even process it. The feeling of Theo was gone and then was helping him get dressed, and the shorts were tight and felt smaller. but it was probably the latex. Then Theo helped him put the hoodie on and it was nice. The sweater covered the shorts completely. It was fur on the inside and it felt like a plushie. The cuff of the sweater felt like they had squishies on the inside.
“Lets go get some food now, darling.” Theo picked stiles up and started to carry him downstairs like he was a child. Stiles was mostly over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.
Theo carried Stiles into the kitchen, the soft fleece of the oversized red hoodie bunched up under his arms. He didn't drop Stiles roughly; instead, he set him down gently onto one of the plush, cushioned barstools at the kitchen island.
The room was bright, bathed in the warm glow of the morning sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Stiles blinked softly against the light, instinctively pulling the long, squishy cuffs of the sweater over his hands. He felt entirely blissed out, wrapped in the comfort of Theo and the sweater.
"Hungry, little fox?" Theo asked, his voice a soft tone, as he smoothed down the hood of Stiles's sweater.
Stiles looked up, his cheeks still a little flushed from earlier, and nodded quietly. "Yeah. Smells good."
Theo smiled, a genuinely fond, warm expression that made his blue eyes soften completely. He moved effortlessly around the stove, The scent filling the kitchen was a wave of vanilla, woodsmoke, and a deeply comforting protective safety. He poured a steaming mug of hot cocoa, sliding it into Stiles's covered hands before plating up a fresh stack of pancakes.
Instead of standing across from him, Theo pulled his own stool right next to Stiles. He slid a heavy, muscular arm around Stiles’s waist underneath the red hoodie, effortlessly pulling the human flush against his side so their bodies were completely tangled together.
Stiles smiled as he looked at the hot cocoa, it was fluffy with whipped cream on the side and then a smiley face of marshmallows in the middle. He took a sip and then there was whipped cream being smeared on his nose. He laughed and then because hes a menace, licked it off with his tongue to tease Theo.
“Dont tempt me darling.” Theo smiled and then kissed Stiles. Stiles giggled when he pulled away and then he went back to eating his food.
As he took a sip of the cocoa , he was looking around. the room. He never got a chance before because Theo was right in front of him the whole time. So he looked around the room but when he locked eyes with it he froze, his mug stopping mid air in his hands. He had locked eyes at the calendar which was the reason he was frozen.
His eyes glanced over every square, he counted the marked-off squares. In the basement, he could barely realize where he was sometimes so he didnt think of how long he had been here. He had guessed it had been maybe Monday of week 2 here, maybe a little more. But seeing the actual date printed on the page hit him like a sudden shock.
Twenty-one days.
He had been here for 3 weeks and no one from the pack had found him yet. He knew they were in Washington since he asked Theo last night, He was worried and that made his scent turn a little sour which alerted Theo.
"Hey," Theo murmured close to his ear, his voice gentle as his fingers trailed up to the nape of Stiles’s neck, softly toying with the silver buckle of the collar. His voice made stiles feel a little better to the point where he wasn't emanating the feeling of sadness. “i can practically hear you thinking too loud, sweetheart. What are you looking at?"
Stiles swallowed hard, his throat clicking against the leather strap. He quickly tore his eyes away from the calendar, looking down at the steam rising from his mug.
"Nothing," Stiles whispered softly, his voice tiny, cozy, and compliant. "Just... realizing how long it's been, I guess."
It was Tuesday April 1st. Next week was his birthday. Theo let out a low, amused huff against his neck, his grip around Stiles's waist tightening into a warm, protective hug that melted away the residual chill in his limbs.
"You don't have to worry about the time, baby," Theo whispered, his voice dropping into a comforting purr. He leaned in, resting his cheek against Stiles's shoulder. "I know what next week is. I’ve always known when your birthday was. I knew when you were in Beacon hills too.”
Stiles went slightly rigid, his breath catching as a wave of mixed emotion and homesickness hit him.
"Did you really think I’d forget a day like that?" Theo smiled, his thumb softly stroking Stiles’s jawline, keeping his face turned forward into warmth. "I’m going to make sure we celebrate it properly here. Just the two of us. No pack to get distracted by other things, no sheriff's station to keep your dad busy all night. I’m the only one who is entirely focused on you now, little fox."
The words felt soft, wrapping around Stiles's mind just like the plush interior of his hoodie. His family wasn't here. His pack hadn't found him in three weeks. They hadn’t Lund him in a month, they probably don't even know hes gone. But Theo was right here. Theo was the one cooking him breakfast, holding him tight, and planning a private celebration just to make him feel special and loved on his birthday. Theo tries to make him feel special and loved all the time compared to the pack so maybe this is where he needed to be at.
“Thank you, Theo.” Stiles smiled and just wondered what he would do if he wasn't here with Theo. Would he be back at school struggling? He was already disliking his choice for the FBI academy. So being here with Theo who was worming his way into his heart, was amazing. No one expecting anything, No one wanting him to research, No one needing him to do work.
A quiet tear slipped down Stiles's cheek, but it wasn't out of terror; it was from the hit of confusing gratitude that he felt towards Theo for choosing him. For Theo wanting him just because. He turned his head, burying his face directly into the crook of the chimera's neck, completely surrendering to the sweet comfort.
Theo smiled into the soft fabric of the red sweater, his hand finally settling over the silver buckle at Stiles’s throat, securely holding his perfect, completely content little pet. "You're very welcome, baby. As long as your wearing that collar, you will always belong to me and with me is exactly where you belong.”
“So, Im yours? If I wear your collar, im yours?” Stiles mumbled the last word. He was scared to even ask if he did belong to Theo but if the answer was yes he wouldn't mind belonging to Theo.
“Yes it does, And yes if you wear it, it means you're mine.” Theo smiled before lifting the buckle to play with it.
“I think I want to be yours.” Stiles looked down scared of seeing Theos face at this, but when his chin was grabbed and he was brought into a bruising kiss he knew that Theo was claiming him as his.
Stiles knew he should be worried about his family, maybe his dad at most. But being here with Theo changes all that. With Theo he forgets all of his problems, stops being Stiles Stilinski the boy who runs wih wolves. And becomes Stiles Stilinski the boy who belongs with Theo Raeken.