Stiles doesn't see the flash of red in his eyes but there is something charged in the air that even he, with his normal boring human senses, can pick up on.
The words out of Scott's mouth as he rolls onto his back send a shiver of anticipation down his spine, and when he does look up at Scott his eyes are heavy-lidded and dark with wanting.
He lets himself be manhandled into position and enjoys the way it feels like electricity everywhere Scott touches him. His cock twitches in Scott's hand, leaking precum to mingle with the lube, and Stiles bites back a moan.
"Rock hard and all for you." he grins a little "I'm pretty sure the feeling is mutual." By which he means he's pretty sure his cock loves Scott too, and that he's pretty fond of the cock that's about to be inside him as well.
He nods at the instructions, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly as Scott pushes in - he's never had anything except his own fingers in his ass before and his eyes widen at the feeling of himself stretching around Scott's cock. It's a little uncomfortable, a wider stretch than it's ever needed before, but it's not painful - between the prep and the lube he's adjusting to it pretty well, he thinks.
"Yea, I'm good. Keep going." He encourages "Want more of you, please baby, fill me up."
It's no wonder that Stiles can pick up on it; he's only been around Scott and the others in the pack for a few years now. Being that close to a wolf all the time has most likely made him more than sensitive to a few of the things that happen when they're in tune with the wolf side of themselves. Not to mention, Stiles has watched out for Scott and his wolf from day one.
The want that Scott senses, pulls a low growl from his throat. He doesn't even have to see it to know that it's there, the pheremones have changed, and Stiles is growing to smell more and more like his mate than anything else has ever come close.
The touches and strokes are as gentle as Scott can be. He knows that this is Stiles' first time and he wants it to be as perfect as possible, even if they are both new to this side of things-- but there's still that unquenchable thirst that Scott finds building within. "Fuck do I need you. I'm trying to go as slow as I can, but this want is unreal. fucking need you babe. Stiles."
Curling his hands around the bedsheets, Scott pushes himself in at a slow but steady rate until he can feel the end of Stiles' body. He pants a little, and turns his face to rest in the corner of Stiles' neck. Licking up the sweat, he curls his tongue around his boyfriend's ear, and smirks. "Gonna fuck the shit out of you." He whispers and pulls his hips back once and then snaps them forward.
"It's like I was made to be inside you. You're so fucking tight, so perfect." Scott pulls out slower this time, and then pushes back in deep and fast, and then pulls out slow, and slams himself back in. He does that a few times, opening Stiles' body up around his thick cock. He rolls his hips with his next thrust and then slides home even deeper still this next time.
Taking Stiles' legs, he pulls them up to wrap around his waist so that he has a greater maneuverability. "Look at me, look at me while I push into you. I want you to remember that I'm the only one that will ever, ever fill you like this. No one will do this like I will." He groans, and means it. His pupils are blown wide open as his hips work quicker this time than before, picking up a normal pace for a little while.
Stiles wants to say he doesn't need to go slowly, he really does, but for once in his life he decides he should be sensible about this - let himself adjust as Scott slides into him, let the discomfort ease and settle into something else, something better. At least at first.
Once Scott is fully sheathed inside him, though, it feels incredible even before he starts moving. He feels so perfectly full, and the swipe of Scott's tongue against his neck just makes him moan.
"Fuck. Yea. Do it." He pants, trailing off into a pleasured cry when Scott pulls back and thrusts into him. It's everything he ever hoped it would be, it feels like - yea, like they were made for each other.
Each slow drag and hard thrust has him moaning, hands scrabbling against the sheets and head falling back as he babbles something vaguely incomprehensible but is probably something along the lines of 'fuck yes harder don't stop'.
He hooks his ankles behind Scott's back and tilts his head to look at him - he wants to, yes, but he also feels like there's an almost hypnotic draw to it, like when Scott tells him to look he couldn't do anything but obey. He licks his lips hungrily and nods.
"Yea... yea, fuck, nobody else. I don't want anybody else. Just you and your perfect cock inside me, filling me up, fucking me like I want, like I need. Fuck me, baby, come on, as hard as you want, I can take it, I want to take it, you feel so good inside me, Scott, so fucking good."
Between them his own cock is achingly hard and dripping, and he thinks about wrapping a hand around it but then he decides no, he knows what he wants.
"Make me come on your cock, Scott, fuck me until I come without being touched, I know you can do it."
It's like a full blown madness has taken over Scott and while he's experienced a hint of this in part; this is honestly quite different than anything he's felt in whole. Being a teenager meant that Scott didn't have to worry about mating or anything like that as part of his werewolf experience until he was far older, at least he figured that was the case-- so why did it feel like the world was suddenly snapping into place.
There was a new desire that Scott felt when he fucked into Stiles like this, when he growled out his name, an ache that burned so deep inside him it was almost impossible to deny. He did, but he wasn't sure what it meant. He did know that if Stiles were to go to any other person, Scott would know about it, and it wouldn't be good.
Burying his face into Stiles' neck, Scott's hips picked up their rhythm. "Fuck, you're so fucking perfectly made. No one ever has been made for me like you, Stiles. I will always want you from now on. Always." Scott's nails drag into Stiles' shoulders, grounding him as he began to pound their bodies together with a greater power. Scott could feel vibrations running through both of them, his body sang with sensations, nerves flowed with dancing pleasures he had never felt under his skin.
Scott hiked up one of Stiles' legs, changing the angle so that he can hit deeper and thrust at a new and renewed angle, knowing that he's sliding by that prostate gland every time his cock sweeps through. "You gonna come for me, baby? I want to feel you squeeze so tight. You take me so good. Fuck, so damn tight. Let me fill you up. " He asks, knowing that he'll hold on. "I want you to come all over me. Cover me with it. I want all of your come baby. Give it to me so that I can lap it off of your stomach. Fuck, Stiles. Fuck."
Stiles doesn't have the same wolf instincts that Scott does but that doesn't mean he isn't feeling a similarly overwhelming experience. He puts it down to this being his first time having sex, or possibly Scott's skill, or possibly just because it's Scott, his best friend, the person who's been there for him through everything.
He's still a little dazed that this is happening, but he's also a little dazed that it took them this long.
"Promise?" He pants, wrapping his arms around Scott, his own nails digging in a little into Scott's back at a particularly well-aimed thrust "Because fuck, Scott, I don't- I don't think anything could ever compare to this. You feel so fucking good, so good, I never want you to stop. I'm gonna want you all the time"
He's practically overwhelmed with all the different things he wants to do to Scott, wants Scott to do to him, and yet at the same time he also knows it's entirely simple - he might want to try a million different things, but mostly he just wants to have a lot of sex. With Scott. It's all he can think about right now, and he kind of loves that.
When Scott pulls his leg up it's a bit of a stretch, but there's something perfect about it, something grounding about the sensation - which is immediately overwhelmed when the shift in angle has him seeing stars.
"Fuck." He moans, and that's about all he can manage because his entire world zeroes in on the relentless, perfect thrust of Scott's cock against his prostate. He rocks his hips into it and babbles something that might be words but is mostly just desperate sounds of overwhelming pleasure.
It isn't long before he's doing exactly what they both want, cocking jerking between them as he spills messily over both their stomachs.
"I swear upon the moon." There's a reason this is happening Scott decides, and maybe there's even a reason it took this long. Maybe it's because he's finally an alpha that it took him this long to realize who the right person was for him. Maybe he and Stiles needed to break down that final barrier and it happened so suddenly that all it took was one little push and it set them free.
All he knows is that he can't do what he wants to do, not right now-- probably not ever. Not if they're both going to remain sane. Instead, Scott wraps his lips tightly around the curve between Stiles neck and shoulder and sucks as hard as he can as he finds himself hitting his orgasm. His eyes glow a deep red and his body jerks hard when Stiles' finally comes up between them.
Scott lets goes and howls, not the deep one that they can hear across the city, but another form, one that's only for them-- it's special and Scott's never heard himself make the sound. His hips jerk hard and deep into his friend and he pants until he finds himself finished and exhausted. "Holy shit. That.."
There are no more words, no thoughts, his eyes slowly bleed back to normal and Scott knows that the air in the room begins to shift as things begin to turn back. He looks at the mark he left on Stiles, and swallows. "Well, there's a conversation. I wasn't planning on making you, us, me, you, have that.." He wipes a thumb over it and blood comes away. He didn't bite him, but he pulled blood through the skin again, marking him deeply.
Smirking, Scott slowly pulls out and lowers himself enough so that he can lap up the spill that covered stiles' stomach, one sweet tongueful at a time. "Fuck, you taste so damn good. You're like bowl of frosting."
Stiles stares at him a little wide-eyed when he says that - it's not that he wasn't being serious, it's just that there's something so certain about Scott's words that he's momentarily taken aback by them, even though they'd already established that this wasn't just about the sex.
He wants to kiss him for it, but before he has a chance to pull him in for one Scott is sucking on his neck and Stiles is more than okay with it in the moment, swept up in the building pleasure of his own orgasm and the feel of Scott's come pumping into him even as his own splashes across their skin.
It's not until Scott breaks away that Stiles realises his eyes are red, and that howl. It rings in his ears and it feels significant in a way that Stiles can't quite put his finger on - not that he's troubling himself to think about anything right now because he's completely boneless and satisfied and all he can do to respond to Scott is to huff a weak laugh and not.
"Yea. Holy shit." He agrees, sounding almost dazed. He's just had the most incredible orgasm of his life (right after having what had previously been the most incredible orgasm of his life) and he feels like he's floating. His neck throbs a little from the force of Scott's sucking, but he isn't really thinking about it - even when Scott reaches out to swipe a thumb over the mark, comments on it, he can't even bring himself to care.
"Mm. I guess even non-werewolves are gonna know I'm yours." He jokes lightly. Maybe when he's come down from the orgasm high he's going to remember that those 'non-werewolves' include his dad, but right now he just kind of thrills at the thought of Scott's claim on him being plain for everyone to see.
(He does manage a flash of disappointment, again, that he can't make a similar mark in turn)
He winces slightly when Scott pulls out, the drag of his cock against sensitive skin making him twitch, and it's weird how empty he feels all of a sudden. He's pretty sure that will go away, but it doesn't mean he isn't going to want Scott to fuck him again before long. Any weirdness or discomfort is driven out of his mind by the feel of Scott's tongue swiping over his stomach, and he pushes himself up a little on slightly wobbly arms to watch.
"That's so fucking hot." He murmurs - it feels nice, too, soothing and gentle, feels like he's being taken care of, but it's also incredibly hot knowing that it's his come Scott is licking up, his come that Scott apparently can't get enough of.
Sweating profusely, Scott manages to reach over and grab an old towel so that he can wipe himself down a little and then clean up whatever mess that's left between them now that he's claimed Stiles' stomach. He moves over Stiles' mark and checks to make sure it's not bleeding still and laps across it once, tenderly before moving to kiss Stiles softly as well.
Pulling Stiles into his arms, and weaving their legs together, bodies tight he noses at him gently, pushing back bangs stuck to his forehead. "I'm glad we decided we needed to watch porn together. Who knows how much longer it would have taken to figure all this out if we'd waited. I always knew you smelled good, but never put it together." He laughed softly. "All this time you've been here, and I never knew... we never knew."
There's more that's on Scott's mind, that flash of feeling he had at the end and the way he almost lost control and bit Stiles. The way his body knew what it wanted, the way he felt a claim over Stiles that he's never felt over another person before. It was something he wanted to ask someone about, anyone about-- but the only person he knew right now was Derek, and that was somehow a non-sequester. It didn't feel right to ask him about mates when his family was all gone and Derek didn't seem to have one. Still, it felt like there was more to this than simple sex and liking someone a whole hell of a lot.
Stiles just kind of flops back down and lets Scott clean them up - he knows he should probably be helping but he's still feeling pretty boneless and it feels too good to let himself be taken care of. Next time, he promises himself, he'll make sure to do the looking after.
He kisses Scott back with a soft hum of appreciation, settling comfortably in his arms with a contented sigh as Scott pulls him close.
"Me too." He agrees, laughing softly. "I guess it was bound to come to a head sometime, you know? This feels... this is probably gonna sound weird but I also get the impression that you kinda feel the same so... this feels too strong to be something we could have missed forever. Like there's this big... thing between us that was locked up and it was always there we just needed the right key, and we were always gonna find it eventually."
Part of him wishes they'd found it sooner, the rest of him is just glad they've found it now. It feels right in a way he can't really articulate.
He trails idle fingers over Scott's side and frowns slightly, thoughtfully, as the orgasm-high starts to fade enough for him to start thinking.
"What was that- that howl you did? It sounded... I dunno, different somehow? Like... don't laugh at me but is that some kind of special werewolf sex howl you do or...?"
It's his privilege to do this for Stiles. He is the one who did all the damage after all. Eventually, Scott imagines he should draw them both a bath to soak in. It's only that the only bath is in his mom's room and he doesn't feel like going to that side of the house to settle in with Stiles. It would be weird, although he imagines it might help with any aches that Stiles would have in the morning from having Scott so deep inside him.
To have been inside Stiles like that. Scott can close his eyes and still feel it. There's parts of his body that continue to react. A small shiver runs down his spine and he nods. "This feels really strong. I don't think I ever felt anything so strong so fast in my life. I mean, you're my best friend and I always cared for you, but this is so far beyond that, man. I just.." He cuts off because there's not a decent way to describe it beyond the things they did and the words they uttered during it.
Stiles was his, and he belonged one hundred percent to Stiles. Scott also wishes they found it sooner, but he has an idea on why they may not have been able to come this far -- they might have found some of it sooner, but not the depth of what they have right now.
When Stiles asks about the howl, Scott licks over his lips and traces down the side of Stiles neck. "It wasn't the sex... I've never made that howl before, not with another person. Stiles. I've never felt this strongly for anyone before, and you know how I felt about Alison. This... this is different." He pauses, and runs a hand along Stiles' side down to his hip and lets it rest there.
"I had a very strong urge to do more while we were having sex. I- I don't know much about this, and I could be really, really wrong, but I think you could be my... my mate. Like you know, wolves mate for life, so do werewolves, I think. Only it doesn't matter when we're young, but I just became an alpha, and I'm older now... I don't want you to freak out. I won't bite you, and won't do anything weird. It was only a strong feeling, that's why you have the mark. I had to mark you as mine. That was my give to the wolf."
"Yea." Stiles says, soft and genuine - it's so much less than what he wants to say, but he doesn't even entirely know how to say what he wants to say. He does want Scott to know he gets it, though, and that he feels it too.
He tilts his head up to look properly at Scott when he admits the howl is new - hesitant, like he isn't sure if that's something that should worry about or not, but fascinated too. He can feel the research urge creeping over him - though he's far, far too comfortable to drag himself away from Scott's arms to think about it right this second. Later, though.
(He's a little stunned, too, for Scott to say it's stronger than he felt for even Alison, stunned and flattered)
"Do more? What kind of more?" He asks, until the rest of what Scott is saying sinks in and his eyes widen a little in shock. His mate? It's... it's a lot, almost overwhelming, but somehow it feels overwhelming in a good way, and that's weird.
"I'm not freaking out." He says after a moment, because it feels important to establish that before Scott gets too worried about it "I... I think it might be weird that I'm not freaking out, it's probably weird, right? But I don't... it's a lot, yea, don't get me wrong, but I think I kinda like it? I definitely want to do more research and figure this all out but... but I like being yours. I want to be yours. I want you to be mine. All this wolfy possessiveness is kind of, uh, really freakin' hot actually, but it also just feels good to think about being with you and not just in a sex way."
There's something that Scott's forgetting and he knows it. It's right there on the tip of his mind. Something he was told back when he started dating Alison. It was mentioned in passing, but he still can't remember it. He knows that any scratches have to be like ripping apart a body to turn someone, but what else was it.
Shaking his head, he gives up and offers Stiles more attention because dropping this sort of a news bomb on someone who had been only your best friend a few hours ago was pretty heavy. Not even Scott really knew what to do with it. His body, and the wolf part of his body-- something that was fully him and somehow separate at the same time dropped it in his proverbial lap as well. He was feeling pretty shell-shocked.
Taking a few deep breaths, Scott answered Stiles' first question. "To mark you as mine, completely. To make the mate bond. I'm not even sure what that means for us. I mean, I have the instinct, and it's hard to ignore. It's to take you from behind and mark your neck with my bite, one that will last. The whole world will know that you're mine and there will never be another wolf that can question it."
Kissing Stiles' shoulders and neck softly, Scott aimlessly runs his fingers over a body he's seen a million times, but is getting to know now in a far more intimate fashion. He's very glad that his friend isn't freaking out in the way that only he can. "I'm glad you're not overwhelmed and running from me. I think I'd be ripped apart inside. I know I need you already. This is so strong, I don't have a chance." He smiles and laughs softly.
"Good, because I'm gonna be very possessive. You have no idea. You're going to be all mine, and this is not going to stop. I don't even have any idea how I'm going to keep my hands to myself while we're in school. People are going to get sick of us."
"Your bite? Woah, like, the bite? Okay we need to tell your wolf brain to chill or something because I love you Scott but you know I'm not down for that. No biting. This is a hickey only relationship."
Okay there's the freak out, but he's certainly not pulling away, and while his words are emphatic there's almost a hint of humour to them - he knows he's saying stuff that Scott is already aware of, so he's almost teasing. He trusts Scott, completely, even knowing how hard it can be to deny instincts like that, he knows Scott would never do something to him that he didn't want.
He does echo Scott's laugh and lean in to kiss him, soothing away the worry and his own harsh words all in one.
"I'm not running anywhere." He confirms, firmly, and then when Scott continues he groans jokingly and buries his face in his boyfriend's shoulder.
"Oh god, we're going to be that couple. Just... keep it PG-13 at school, okay? You don't have to mark your territory, nobody else is interested and even if they were, I'm all yours, okay?" He's teasing again, but honestly as much as he'll probably be embarrassed by too much PDA, he also kind of thrills at knowing Scott wants him so much.
"No. That's not it. It's not like that. That's the thing that I'm missing. I know I am. Give me a minute. There's something about that." He sighs, and sits up for a second, because there's that something again, and Scott doesn't know what it is. Even if Stiles is doing his version of a joke, Scott can't help but bristle at the way he reacts. It's not all his fault, because he's got this instinct that's running through him currently and laying around naked with Stiles' scent all over the place is not helping.
Stiles is right to trust Scott, there's no way he'd ever change him. It's not a life to give someone, ever. It's not something that Scott does on any level, anyways. He leans over and kisses Stiles in return, but it's obvious that this is going to bug him until he figures it out. Things are on that level right now and some of the thoughts about intimacy have fallen to other places in the second.
Laying back down, he lets Stiles cuddle back into him, but there's far more ruminating going on in Scott's mind than anything else. "Don't worry. I won't molest you like I did with.." Nevermind. He's not going to bring up the first full moon he endured and how he almost ruined their friendship by getting through several bases with Lydia in the principal's office.
So Scott didn't care so much about what he did where. He was a little more of an exhibitionist than Stiles. All couples had their kinks, and all couples had the ones where one person sacrificed for the sake of the other.
"That's it. That's the difference. It has to be from the fangs of an alpha. It's our venom, an alpha's venom that does it. Not the human bite. That's why it's our claws and our fangs that turn someone." Finally falling onto his back on the bed completely sprawled, Scott relaxes once more. He knows now what it is he's been trying this whole time to remember, and feels better about not losing the information completely, knowing this could be important one day.
He turns his head to Stiles. "Not that I expect you to be my mate, or let me bite you in anyway. It's what I needed to remember to make this thing inside me calm down a little. Sorry." He feels a little sheepish now for bringing everything up the way he did. It's all so sudden and very intense, and while Scott's used to sudden and intense in a lot of ways-- going from masturbating to mate is a little much, even for him.
Stiles frowns slightly, but he doesn't push, just lets Scott figure it out - he reaches up to rub a soothing hand on his back while he thinks about it.
"I know." He says immediately at the reassurance - partly because he does know and partly because he also would rather not think about it, not least because now he's jealous about both parties.
Then Scott finally works out what he was trying to and understanding dawns on Stiles' face.
"Oh, I get it. Human teeth good, wolf teeth bad." He says, leaning in to give Scott another kiss, like it's a reward for him working it out. Or just because he wanted to kiss him.
"Well, look, I... okay maybe we can revisit that whole no biting thing. No wolf biting, yes, but other biting... well we can discuss that." He reaches to grab Scott's hand, laces their fingers together and squeezes it reassuringly.
"We don't have to rush into anything, we probably shouldn't rush into anything, because that has never ended well for us, but if this mating thing definitely won't turn me, and definitely won't cause any of that weird werewolf baby nonsense, then I don't see why we can't do it, when we're ready."
It's better for Scott not to think about Stiles still being jealous over Lydia, or even about Stiles having any thoughts about her one way or another. It does things to him that he would rather not get into at any time in the near future, even if he'll have to deal with it when they both go back to school.
Feeling a little bit like he burst the bubble they were laying in, Scott frowns and sighs. He didn't mean to drag up all this heavy shit into their moment, the one they finally had recognizing that they could do this. That they actually wanted this, wanted to be a couple and everything. If anything, Scott figured he'd be more the more chill of the pair of them.
"Yeah, but lets not worry about anything. I want to focus on the fact that you and I are dating. How crazy is that. I mean, someone probably saw it coming but I never did. Well, maybe I thought about you a couple times, and what it would be like... if we... did stuff. " Scott shrugs, and blushes for no apparent reason. Here they are naked in bed, having done a whole shitload of stuff together, but it's still all new and that's the way he wants it to feel.
Stiles grins a little sheepishly - it's not entirely Scott's fault, he thinks, he was the one who got carried away following the train of thought. Scott is right, they should just focus on the here and now and enjoy it, rather than thinking too much about the future - there'll be time enough for that later.
"It's pretty crazy," he agrees with a laugh "good crazy, but yea I never would have thought it either. Obviously I noticed you were pretty hot because, well, I've got eyes, but I guess I just never let myself think about it too much, you know? Like it was off limits or something."
"I'm glad I didn't let that stop me today, because everything we just did was really freakin' hot and I definitely want to do it again, a lot, did I mention that? And the fact that you're my best friend just makes it all even better."
They both got carried away, and it was Scott who had the entire urge while they were having sex that pulled him down a tunnel he couldn't escape. Even now, his body feels like it's nowhere close enough, and that the desire for Stiles is stronger than anything he's felt before. There's a lot more that he wants to do, more primal things-- things they'll have to talk about for sure. Blood, and knotting, Scott can feel these desires that he never knew were in him and they startle him, but make his heart beat quicker and thrum harder against the cage of ribs it's placed within.
"I always knew you were hot. You've never not been hot to me..." Scott admits. He doesn't know why he thought it, but it's a thing that Scott realized a long time ago, like way back when he noticed that girls were a thing and that there were some good looking guys too. It was easy for him to think of Stiles as easily as it was one of the really great looking girls. But they were best friends, and Scott was straight, wasn't he? "I just always thought I was straight, until... I don't know a little bit ago. It was strange when I figured out I wasn't. I didn't know I could tell anyone."
He tucked his head into Stiles' shoulder, and kissed it, feeling the warmth of their connection return. It was so easy to take comfort in knowing that they were together now, and that he could do this when he wanted, or needed. "I don't just want, but I need you again. It's going to be a lot, a whole lot. I want everything. You're hot, and I want you so many ways, and I want to give you me too. I don't think I could do this if you weren't my best friend. No one else would ..uh, you know, get it."
Stiles is pretty sure he's blushing, but while part of him wants to duck his head and hide it, another part of him doesn't want to look away, just wants to keep smiling at Scott and enjoying being able to just stare at him.
His smile softens at the confession and he nods his understanding.
"Yea I get that," he agrees "I figured out I wasn't straight a while back, but I never really knew how to talk about it either... I kinda made a lot of jokes, you probably noticed, I guess that was my way of trying to bring it up, but then I never really moved on from there..." he shrugs, laughing slightly at himself.
He grins again, leaning in to kiss Scott, brief but affectionate.
"I want you too. Everything you want and more." He confirms genuinely, a little excited to think about it. "It's... it's pretty great, actually, to be able to share all of that with you. All the things we'll get to do for the first time together."
"We were both pretty stupid not to share it with one another, I guess. Best friends, and we've known so much about one another. I think both of us were pretty blind, maybe because we needed to be. If I looked too closely, I might have realized it earlier and it could have gotten us here before we were ready."
Scott's entire body thrums with this incredible need to be close, to hold, and protect Stiles. It's beyond his natural need, and he wants to laugh at himself right now, to deny all these intense and strange new urges he has concerning the most important person in his life, but there's nothing Scott can do but fall into it.
Dragging his fingers along Stiles' side, he leans in and kisses him a little longer than before, parting his lips and taking his time to smother himself in taste and sense. The wolf in him wants to roll around in Stiles' scent like a cat would a great batch of catnip-- but it's rather impossible. Instead, Scott breaks the kiss and nuzzles him softly.
"It's incredibly great, and I don't think I could have gotten anything better. It's going to be a little wild though. It's intense the way I feel, and these instincts that I have. I wish I knew more about them. I'm really interested in learning this time. Not making you do all the research." His hand slides down and grips at Stiles' ass and squeezes it tight.
"Fuck, you are so damn hot. You have a great ass too."
"Hey, yea, I guess you're right," Stiles says with a slight grin - sure he can't help but wonder how things might have been if they'd gotten here sooner, but it's nice to think that it happened now because they weren't ready for it before, that it was meant to happen now. "I definitely feel ready for it now. Feels... right, you know? Like I'd go kind of crazy without it now I know I can have it. And I'm not just talking about the sex, although that part is, ya know, pretty great."
He's rambling a bit, sure, but he doesn't actually feel all that embarrassed about it, not with Scott trailing hands over his side, with the way they're still wrapped up together, with the press of Scott's lips drowning out any self-consciousness he might even think about having. He feels good - about himself, about Scott, about everything that is happening right now. It's kind of nice to feel that way after everything they've been through.
"We can research together. Maybe ask Deaton some stuff if we can figure out a way to do it that isn't crazy embarrassing." He suggests, and he's about to say more but cuts it off with a yelp when Scott squeezes his ass - it's surprise more than anything else, and he laughs slightly at himself, reaching down to squeeze Scott's ass in revenge.
Leaning over Stiles, Scott's starting to figure out that talking is great for a while but it feels like they've gone over the same thing. They know how they feel, and that this was one hell of a coincidence. It's hard to go back to that second where their eyes met and Scott's heart began to pound when he thought about Stiles touching him. It's right there still, that thrum, that desire and need to be with Stiles in every way possible.
Kissing the side of his best friend's neck, he licks against it softly and then moves down further so that he can take it out to his shoulder, where Scott knows he can leave darker, greater imprints of their time together. He wants to remind the world that Stiles is his, not that anyone is going to have a doubt after their first time around. It's a little obvious to the rest of the world already. A sound curls in the back of Scott's throat and he lets it stay.
No matter what it might mean, Scott wants people to know that Stiles belongs to him now. It's a little ridiculous, but he also wants people to know without a doubt that he belongs to Stiles, no matter what it takes. Shifting his body to rub it more keenly against his friend's, Scott tugs at Stiles' ear. "What would you think about doing this again?"
Stiles lets the silence fall comfortably between them and lets his eyes slide closed, tilting his head and just enjoying the feel of Scott kissing and licking his way down his skin. It's hot, yes, but it's also just... nice. Good. Nice to feel cared for and wanted. Nice to feel that sense of belonging settle in his heart and just know that it's real and true - and completely mutual.
He feels his interest start to stir as Scott shifts against him, eyes opening again even though Scott's too close for him to really look at.
"I thought we already decided that was agiven...?" He says, half teasing "Unless you're talking about right now?"
He's pretty sure that is what Scott means, there's a certain amount of intent in Scott's movements that are hard to mistake, but he wants to make sure before he lets himself get too carried away.
There's a multitude of things that Scott wants, but one of them is to be with Stiles again. He knows that they can take their time. There's a world of it out there, and they're both young, but he feels so damn needy right now. There's still that porno running in the back of his mind, and the initial spark and remembrance of the way Stiles' fingers felt against his body, his cock.
He wants to feel it again. It's not like they've got to try hard. They're only laying here naked together, but still. There's a thrill that courses through him in knowing that he's wanted and he wants to be needed in the same way-- looked at like that again. It's a hunger that grows and curls not only in his lower region, but in his blood.
"I was thinking about right now, unless... you know.. you don't want to.. or whatever." He says, trying to be nonchalant about Stiles not wanting him, like it wouldn't hurt. Still, he looks at Stiles and then bows to touch his lips to the center of his chest, and licks a long stripe along his sternum.
A shiver runs through Stiles when Scott dips his head to lick up his chest, and for a second the reply he was about to give completely fails him. He manages to catch himself, though, and lifts a hand to comb through Scott's hair to get his attention.
"Hey," he says, softer than the current conversation probably calls for "I want to, I totally want to, are you kidding? You're crazy hot and this is crazy hot and we are going to be so hot for each other all the time, so just... you can be pretty much guaranteed that I'm always going to want you unless I'm like completely exhausted or something, and even then I'll want you. You know?"
He's rambling a bit, he knows, but he could see that edge of hurt being Scott's nonchalent facade and he just wanted to make sure that Scott knew he was wanted, and that not wanting sex and not wanting Scott are definitely different things. Right now though, he absolutely does want both.
Even though it was a bit of a ramble, it was exactly the thing that Scott needed. It was a Stiles' ramble and there was nothing more reassuring than the way he worked to rush through the words and thoughts in his head in order to make sure that Scott knew that this was okay, that they could do this again-- that the hunger in Scott's bones, his gut and somewhere deeper could be sated.
"Do you want anything different, anything more, better that I can do for you?" Scott's never thought much about this, but he knows that Stiles has since he's been curious about guys for longer. This works a little in their favor. In the meantime, Scott pays particular attention to marking up Stiles' abs, and then his hips. He moves across all the skin that's open to his mouth. It's a bit like imprinting, and he can't help himself.
"I swear, you taste so fucking good." Sliding lower, Scott looks up again. He wants to try more. He wants to taste more. He's not sure what Stiles might be into. There's not a part of Stiles that Scott doesn't want to taste. He doesn't want to cross lines. He doesn't want to do anything uncomfortable.
It's really hard to think, even about sex, with Scott's apparent determination to get his mouth on every part of Stiles he can reach. Not that long ago Stiles would have said he was was kind of exhausted, but the arousal is already building - slower, now, less urgent than before, but no less potent.
"Fuck, Scott, I don't even- I can't-" he huffs a laugh at the way his own brain can't seem to hold onto an idea of what he wants beyond Scott and more. He definitely wants Scott to fuck him again, that much is certain. He knows Scott is willing to let him top as well and he definitely wants to do that at some point, but right now the only thing on his mind is having Scott inside him again.
"You make it hard to think." He laughs slightly. It's nice, in a way, if a little frustrating in that moment since he's actually trying to. "There's definitely nothing better because you're already fucking amazing, but I guess... maybe we can try a different position? Like, I could ride you, or you could do me from behind? Not that we need to rush right into that or anything, 'cos this is great, you know? Love having your mouth all over me, everywhere, it's kind of hot to know you want to taste me that bad..."
He doesn't think his little speech is very helpful or coherent, but really it's Scott's fault for being so distracting.
There would have been time for Stiles to tap out if he was exhausted, or didn't want to do this again. Scott would have understood. He's got a fair bit more stamina than the normal human. It's hardwired into him along with his wolf. There's all sorts of things that he's learning now that he's found himself so taken with Stiles-- the one person he's certain will never leave him, that he can count on and be with like this for as long as they both want this.
There's a wonderland of tastes, scents and sounds all surrounding Scott as he runs his hands and mouth across every inch of Stiles' body. If there was a way he could stop, or help himself, he might-- but it's far too tempting, the need to all encompassing right now. Scott's body is throbbing with a force he's still learning how to control. It's so different with Stiles, and Scott honestly has no idea what to do with it.
"A different position. We can do that.." Scott smiles, but then dips his head back down. He runs his tongue over the entire length of Stiles' cock and down to savor his sac. Then he does something different. He presses Stile's legs back and opens him up so that Scott can see that fluttering entrance. His eyes widen, and he licks over his lips. The wolf in him purrs in the back of his throat. With a long slow stroke, Scott runs his tongue over that tiny hole, tasting the muscles and nerves in a long sweep. Then he plays around it, completely covering it in little licks, pressing in and pushing toward sacred things-- not that he can reach that far, but there's the thought. Scott hums as he works, enjoying every single second of what he's doing.
Stiles lifts a hand to tangle into Scott's hair, but honestly he's just enjoying lying there and letting his boyfriend do what he wants. He feels a little flash of guilt that he isn't doing anything himself, but it's kind of hard to when Scott is mostly out of reach and making him feel so good. He'll make sure to give Scott just as much attention later, he knows.
The drag of Scott's tongue down his cock has him moaning, he already feels incredibly, stupidly turned on, it's a testament to how much he wants this that he's ready to go again so soon, he thinks. And then, then. Stiles isn't entirely sure what Scott is up to when he pushes his legs back, but he moves easily with it, lets Scott manhandle him however he wants. Despite the sheer amount of porn he's watched he somehow isn't expecting Scott's tongue to drop lower, to swipe over his hole and make him gasp - it's surprise, yes, but from the way his cock twitches it's clear he is very much in favour of this new activity.
"Fuck." He breathes, and he's trying to find something slightly more eloquent to say when Scott carries on, licking around his hole, licking into him, and he's not sure he can do anything but moan because it feels so good and it's really fucking hot. He wonders if Scott can taste himself inside Stiles and his dick twitches again at the thought.
It's one of those things they never talked about, this kind of porn. Scott had been so curious and it turned him on even though he didn't know if he'd ever act on it until now. Then suddenly the urge was so overwhelming, and now he can't understand how he never saw it before. Laying here with his tongue screwing itself into Stiles' tight hole, Scott feels not only the beat of his cock, but of something far deeper.
He growls quietly in the back of his throat, possession deepening over the young male he knows is his. No one will ever touch either of them again. Nails turn into pointy versions of what they had been and dig a little tighter into the pale fleshy parts of Stiles' skin. Lapping and making a full on wet mess of Stiles' entrance, Scott pulls back a little and realizes that his fingers had changed slightly. He wasn't going to apologize.
"Fuck you are so hot, and taste so good with my come inside you." Licking his lips, Scott could smell and taste everything. Of course he could, he was a wolf. There was nothing he didn't smell or taste when he licked his way over his best friend's body. Running a long stripe of his tongue over Stiles' cock, Scott inhales deeply and pushes a finger into the damp entrance, not far without lube-- but deep enough to make a difference, to twist and fuck Stiles a little on the slick mess that Scott left behind.
Stiles is busy digging his own hands into the bed beneath him, trying not to writhe too much and whimpering with pleasure at the feel of Scott's tongue fucking into him, so he barely even registers that the press of nails against skin has become sharper, if anything the extra spike of pressure only adds to the sensation.
"Fuck." He manages in eloquent response to Scott's words, though after a moment he does push himself to say more, to give back the praise he's getting. "That felt fucking amazing, Scott, I-" he breaks off into another moan, interrupted by the swipe of tongue along his cock, which twitches again in response.
As Scott starts fingering him, he can't help but grin a little playfully.
"Mmm that feels pretty good too, but I want more than your finger back inside me..."
Considering it hadn't been that long since they'd done it, Stiles' body was still pretty open, Scott presses a few fingers in just to move around the entrance and work the tight opening a little, making sure that it's still expanded enough that the pain of taking him in won't be more than Stiles can handle. He figures they both enjoy the line that blurs pain and pleasure to a point. At least Scott knows that he does quite a bit. It comes from all the pain he's experienced, and how now it mixes into that line of knowing he's alive and that this makes him feel more alive than ever before.
Looking at that playful grin, Scott knows what he wants right now. Licking over his lips he pulls his fingers out and retracts his other hand. There's slow realization that he left slightly bleeding marks, but he's not a bit remorseful. There had been nothing but the quiet moans of his lover.
"I want you on top. I want to watch you ride me. I need to see your body as you take my cock inside you over and over." Moving to lay on his back, he waits for Stiles to move over him. Hands ready to help guide and hold Stiles as needed.
Stiles hasn't even noticed the bleeding, but he probably won't be bothered by it when he does - it's just another mark to add to the list, another thing to look at later and remember everything they've done together. Not that he's going to need the reminder, not when it's pretty clear they're both going to want to repeat this a lot.
He already feels empty when Scott removes his fingers, so when Scott moves to lie back he's quick to shift as well, grinning at Scott's words as he straddles his boyfriend's hips.
"Fuck that's hot. I can't wait to have you inside me again." He says, leaning down to steal a brief kiss before straightening up again and reaching for Scott's cock, guiding it to his hole as he gets himself into position and sinks down. He takes it slow, lets himself readjust to being filled up again and enjoys the slight burn of it - Scott's right, he does enjoy that blurred line, and he knows that it won't be long before the pain fades and he feels nothing but pleasure.
Laying back, Scott knows it's going to be more difficult not to be able to run his fingers all over Stiles at first, or suck and bite on him-- but he wants to watch. He wants to watch the hazy look come over his new lover's face as he sinks down on Scott's cock.
"Fuck, you look so good up there Stiles." He curses, so very contrary to his normal language. It feels right on his tongue like this. It all feels so good. Running his hands over Stiles' thighs, Scott watches as he carefully slides down on his cock with a slight groan. "Feel so good. Oh man, you're still so tight. So tight for me, baby." Scott doesn't think he'll ever get over the feeling of sliding so deep into Stiles' body. It's a wholly different feeling from anything he's ever experienced before and it sends a rush of pleasure in every direction every time he fills him completely.
"Feels like I could come from just this." He knows he needs more, wants more, but looking at how gorgeous Stiles looks sitting there, and feeling overtaken the way he does by it all does something spectacular to Scott. When Stiles begins to move, Scott does too. He steadily thrusts upward into his boyfriend, using his thighs and feet as leverage to make sure that he gets as deep as possible every single time.
It's weird how not weird it is to hear Scott talk like that, to hear the coarse language that he never would have expected from Scott even earlier that afternoon. It works though, it feels right to hear that praise from him - the fact that he's not the kind of person to talk like that usually just makes it even better, makes it feel like it's all for him, this wanting, lustful, possessive side of Scott is all his.
"Mm, you and me both." He chuckles softly as he settles in Scott's lap. There's something about being so completely filled up by Scott that almost tips him over the edge all on its own. He manages to resist it, though, just sits for a moment enjoying the feeling and letting his arousal ease just slightly - enough to make him last a little longer, anyway.
It's not long before he's moving thoug, slow at first but building with speed and energy as Scott thrusts up into him in time with his movements. For somebody normally so wild and uncontrolled it blows his mind a little how easy it is to settle into a rhythm, to slide down when Scott pushes up, to work together to make it deep and hard and perfect without even really trying.
He splays his hands across Scott's chest, giving himself a little support and leverage as he gets carried away into the sensations of it all.
"Fuck, yea, Scott, that's perfect, you're perfect, you feel so good."
It's impossible to go from not knowing what this could be to suddenly feeling all of it at once. Scott knows without a shadow of a doubt that Stiles is the one person that he's supposed to be with, and his body knows it too. The wolf has shifted in him in a way he's never felt it. It feels so much more prominant right now. It's crawling under his skin, wrangling against his nerves and making this feel far more intense than he's every experienced previously.
Each thrust inside Stiles is better than the previous. Sitting up, Scott holds Stiles to him tightly, wrapping both his arms around him. He pounds himself into his lover and best friend. Scott laps at Stiles' neck, scraping his teeth over and around the core junction of it. He can feel the deeper need to mark him, to take him right then and there and make Stiles' his forever, to bind the other male to him so that no other wolf will ever claim him. It's an imperative need, and Scott almost does it, but he stops.
Instead, he rolls them around and presses Stiles into the bed, fucking up into him with a wild growl. "Going to fucking come so hard." His hand grips tight around Stiles and started pumping him--waiting for him to go first, always. But this time is different. Scott can feel something growing inside him, something different, something so much more.
Stiles winds his arms around Scott as he sits up, moaning out encouragement and rolling his hips into every thrust. He tilts his head to allow Scott to lavish whatever attention he wants on his neck. He's probably going to have to wear some kind of douchey scarf for a week but he can't bring himself to care. Maybe he won't, maybe he'll just let everybody see it and just revel in being wanted that much and everybody knowing about it.
He lets out a yelp of laughter as he's rolled onto his back, taken by surprise but delighted by it.
"Fuck. Yea baby, fill me up with come." He moans, bucking up into Scott's hand. It's not going to take him long to come like this either, Scott thrusting into him and a firm hand wrapped around his cock. "You feel amazing. Fuck. Harder, please? I'm so close..."
Something feels different, but he's too blissed out to really examine it, he just lets the sensations roll over him as he rocks into every thrust until he's coming, spilling over Scott's hand and onto both their stomachs.
No matter how many times Scott's had sex before, being with Stiles is different, it's more. It's like the difference between his wolf during the day and by the light of a full moon. There has never before been anyone who could compare to how he feels, or how his body feels when they are joined together. Scott knows that he's not only himself right now, but he's the best version of himself. He is alpha, and Scott, and his eyes glow bright red as he ruts against his beloved.
"Yes, Stiles. Come for me, fuck. Baby." Scott can feel Stiles' body tense around his and he turns himself inward, knowing that he's only seconds behind. His claws dig into the bedsheets, and Scott buries his face into the hollow of Stiles' neck, sucking hard as he empties his knot into Stiles' body. It's hard and thick and he cries out when it comes. It's a large hot boiling ball of Scott's most intense pleasure ever. He's never before felt this, or done anything like this, but he knows he's locked to Stiles.
"Fuck, Stiles. Oh god. Yes." He continues to push with tiny thrusts, feeling his come begin to slowly leak out, waves of aftershock threaten to undo him again and again for almost a minute as Scott tries to figure out what the hell happened. "Don't move.." He finally manages, lowering himself carefully down on top of Stiles.
"Holy fucking shit." Stiles' eyes widen as he feels Scott coming inside of him. He feels so incredibly full, like Scott is... bigger than before? Somehow? And there definitely seems like there's more cum. He's over-sensitive and ever tiny movement is sending waves of new pleasure through him, it's almost too much but not quite, and he feels like if he was capable of getting hard again right now he would be.
Whatever it is, it's intense.
He's locked in a blissed-out daze for a long time until Scott speaks and lowers himself down. He huffs a soft laugh, curling his arms lazily around Scott and planting a poorly aimed kiss on his cheek.
"Do I look like I'm capable of moving right now babe?" He asks, amused, still kind of out of it "What, uh, what was that?"
Laying with his body buried deep inside Stiles, still locked to him, his knot continues to contract, sending tiny spasms through his body now and then. "Shit." He breathes out and closes his eyes for a few moments, stars appearing behind his eyelids. It's like nothing he's ever felt before.
If Scott had any idea he could do this, he might have warned Stiles, but he didn't. Maybe it was because they're partially mated, or because the sex was so intense. He's got no idea. It's never happened before, and Scott has had plenty of sex before, even with someone he loved. This is far more intense though, and he knows that he is life partners with Stiles.
Kissing Siles' neck, he lifts his head again and clears his throat. "I... I knotted you. I'm knotted to you, I can't pull out until it empties, and it might take a little while. I - I had no idea that we could, that I could do that. No one told me that werewolves were capable."
"Fuck, really?" Stiles stares at him with wide eyes. He wonders if he should be grossed out, or worried, but finds that he absolutely is not. It's like he said before - as long as he's not actually going to have little werewolf babies, talk of breeding and the like was still on the table. Very much on the table, apparently, since now that he's locked on to Scott, so full of his come that it's leaking out a little even with the knot holding most of it in, the thought of Scott trying to breed him is... hotter than it probably has any right to be.
"Well, uh, I guess we'll just wait?" He huffs a laugh, and then after a moment he runs a reassuring hand over Scott's back - he hopes the joking confirms that he's okay with it, but he wants to say it more genuinely as well. "I don't mind, you know? I was actually... this is kinda weird but I was actually probably gonna ask, at some point, if we could, y'know, like go to sleep without you pulling out? Just thinking about you being inside me all night.. fucking me awake if you got morning wood, just... there's something really hot about it?"
There's a hint of red creeping up his neck at admitting it, despite everything else, despite Scott's knot being inside him while he's saying it, he still feels a little embarrassed to admit it - but it also feels right, to share his deepest darkest fantasies with Scott. Sure, they might find kinks that aren't compatible and that's fine, but when they are, fuck, he knows they'll be amazing.
At least Stiles isn't getting weird on him. That would be the last thing Scott could handle at this time. It means more to Scott than he knows how to express. He's never been this close to his wolf in a way that he can sense it as not only a part of him but also as an entity that lives in a slightly different way than him as well. Fuck. All the logic sounds like a big circle in his mind, but it makes sense to him, and that's the only person who has to make sense of it.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, Scott buries a kiss into Stiles' neck after Stiles mentions the whole bit about sleeping bound together. "I don't think I'd mind staying like this tonight, and then fucking you awake. I almost always wake up like that, and I'm sure that with my body being inside you, there's no way I wouldn't wake up any other way. You're so hot."
His own hands slide along Stiles's face and down his shoulders. Scott moved and slipped their legs into a more comfortable position so he could roll them both onto their sides. That way neither of them are lying on the other. Scott is spooning Stiles in the most intimate way possible. He moans again from the feeling of being locked inside his lover, still spasming here and there. It's unreal how it feels to be like this. "I'm so glad my first time like this was with you."
Stiles is still kind of blushing a little, but he can't help but grin at the way Scott is so relieved that he's not freaked out - and how easily he accepts the idea. Not just accepts, but seems kind of into. He's not entirely sure how he managed to get this lucky but he's not going to question it if he doesn't have to.
(Well, not right now, he's still pretty hopped up on endorphins, maybe later he'll have his standard self-deprecating freak out, but he also knows that Scott will be right there to reassure him when he does)
He helps as best he can get them manoevred into something more comfortable, but helping mostly ends up meaning just letting Scott take the lead since he ends up having a pretty good idea of how to more comfortably fit them together. It's intimate, and comfortably and so incredibly hot that he would probably be awake all night from sheer arousal if he hadn't already had two orgasms. Or was it three? He's lost count, though every little twitch of Scott's dick still sends a spike of want up his spine and he's really going to have to not think to hard about being fucked awake in the morning or he really won't sleep.
He smiles a little at the sentiment, snuggling back up against Scott and grabbing one of his hands to lace their fingers together and give him a little squeeze.
"Me too. Not that it wouldn't be incredible anyway but.. there's something pretty special about getting to experience this first, you know? Like it's just for me? Just feels... good."
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Date: 2024-03-07 06:10 pm (UTC)Stiles doesn't see the flash of red in his eyes but there is something charged in the air that even he, with his normal boring human senses, can pick up on.
The words out of Scott's mouth as he rolls onto his back send a shiver of anticipation down his spine, and when he does look up at Scott his eyes are heavy-lidded and dark with wanting.
He lets himself be manhandled into position and enjoys the way it feels like electricity everywhere Scott touches him. His cock twitches in Scott's hand, leaking precum to mingle with the lube, and Stiles bites back a moan.
"Rock hard and all for you." he grins a little "I'm pretty sure the feeling is mutual." By which he means he's pretty sure his cock loves Scott too, and that he's pretty fond of the cock that's about to be inside him as well.
He nods at the instructions, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly as Scott pushes in - he's never had anything except his own fingers in his ass before and his eyes widen at the feeling of himself stretching around Scott's cock. It's a little uncomfortable, a wider stretch than it's ever needed before, but it's not painful - between the prep and the lube he's adjusting to it pretty well, he thinks.
"Yea, I'm good. Keep going." He encourages "Want more of you, please baby, fill me up."
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Date: 2024-03-07 11:47 pm (UTC)The want that Scott senses, pulls a low growl from his throat. He doesn't even have to see it to know that it's there, the pheremones have changed, and Stiles is growing to smell more and more like his mate than anything else has ever come close.
The touches and strokes are as gentle as Scott can be. He knows that this is Stiles' first time and he wants it to be as perfect as possible, even if they are both new to this side of things-- but there's still that unquenchable thirst that Scott finds building within. "Fuck do I need you. I'm trying to go as slow as I can, but this want is unreal. fucking need you babe. Stiles."
Curling his hands around the bedsheets, Scott pushes himself in at a slow but steady rate until he can feel the end of Stiles' body. He pants a little, and turns his face to rest in the corner of Stiles' neck. Licking up the sweat, he curls his tongue around his boyfriend's ear, and smirks. "Gonna fuck the shit out of you." He whispers and pulls his hips back once and then snaps them forward.
"It's like I was made to be inside you. You're so fucking tight, so perfect." Scott pulls out slower this time, and then pushes back in deep and fast, and then pulls out slow, and slams himself back in. He does that a few times, opening Stiles' body up around his thick cock. He rolls his hips with his next thrust and then slides home even deeper still this next time.
Taking Stiles' legs, he pulls them up to wrap around his waist so that he has a greater maneuverability. "Look at me, look at me while I push into you. I want you to remember that I'm the only one that will ever, ever fill you like this. No one will do this like I will." He groans, and means it. His pupils are blown wide open as his hips work quicker this time than before, picking up a normal pace for a little while.
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Date: 2024-03-08 12:03 am (UTC)Stiles wants to say he doesn't need to go slowly, he really does, but for once in his life he decides he should be sensible about this - let himself adjust as Scott slides into him, let the discomfort ease and settle into something else, something better. At least at first.
Once Scott is fully sheathed inside him, though, it feels incredible even before he starts moving. He feels so perfectly full, and the swipe of Scott's tongue against his neck just makes him moan.
"Fuck. Yea. Do it." He pants, trailing off into a pleasured cry when Scott pulls back and thrusts into him. It's everything he ever hoped it would be, it feels like - yea, like they were made for each other.
Each slow drag and hard thrust has him moaning, hands scrabbling against the sheets and head falling back as he babbles something vaguely incomprehensible but is probably something along the lines of 'fuck yes harder don't stop'.
He hooks his ankles behind Scott's back and tilts his head to look at him - he wants to, yes, but he also feels like there's an almost hypnotic draw to it, like when Scott tells him to look he couldn't do anything but obey. He licks his lips hungrily and nods.
"Yea... yea, fuck, nobody else. I don't want anybody else. Just you and your perfect cock inside me, filling me up, fucking me like I want, like I need. Fuck me, baby, come on, as hard as you want, I can take it, I want to take it, you feel so good inside me, Scott, so fucking good."
Between them his own cock is achingly hard and dripping, and he thinks about wrapping a hand around it but then he decides no, he knows what he wants.
"Make me come on your cock, Scott, fuck me until I come without being touched, I know you can do it."
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Date: 2024-03-08 05:59 pm (UTC)There was a new desire that Scott felt when he fucked into Stiles like this, when he growled out his name, an ache that burned so deep inside him it was almost impossible to deny. He did, but he wasn't sure what it meant. He did know that if Stiles were to go to any other person, Scott would know about it, and it wouldn't be good.
Burying his face into Stiles' neck, Scott's hips picked up their rhythm. "Fuck, you're so fucking perfectly made. No one ever has been made for me like you, Stiles. I will always want you from now on. Always." Scott's nails drag into Stiles' shoulders, grounding him as he began to pound their bodies together with a greater power. Scott could feel vibrations running through both of them, his body sang with sensations, nerves flowed with dancing pleasures he had never felt under his skin.
Scott hiked up one of Stiles' legs, changing the angle so that he can hit deeper and thrust at a new and renewed angle, knowing that he's sliding by that prostate gland every time his cock sweeps through. "You gonna come for me, baby? I want to feel you squeeze so tight. You take me so good. Fuck, so damn tight. Let me fill you up. " He asks, knowing that he'll hold on. "I want you to come all over me. Cover me with it. I want all of your come baby. Give it to me so that I can lap it off of your stomach. Fuck, Stiles. Fuck."
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Date: 2024-03-08 06:30 pm (UTC)Stiles doesn't have the same wolf instincts that Scott does but that doesn't mean he isn't feeling a similarly overwhelming experience. He puts it down to this being his first time having sex, or possibly Scott's skill, or possibly just because it's Scott, his best friend, the person who's been there for him through everything.
He's still a little dazed that this is happening, but he's also a little dazed that it took them this long.
"Promise?" He pants, wrapping his arms around Scott, his own nails digging in a little into Scott's back at a particularly well-aimed thrust "Because fuck, Scott, I don't- I don't think anything could ever compare to this. You feel so fucking good, so good, I never want you to stop. I'm gonna want you all the time"
He's practically overwhelmed with all the different things he wants to do to Scott, wants Scott to do to him, and yet at the same time he also knows it's entirely simple - he might want to try a million different things, but mostly he just wants to have a lot of sex. With Scott. It's all he can think about right now, and he kind of loves that.
When Scott pulls his leg up it's a bit of a stretch, but there's something perfect about it, something grounding about the sensation - which is immediately overwhelmed when the shift in angle has him seeing stars.
"Fuck." He moans, and that's about all he can manage because his entire world zeroes in on the relentless, perfect thrust of Scott's cock against his prostate. He rocks his hips into it and babbles something that might be words but is mostly just desperate sounds of overwhelming pleasure.
It isn't long before he's doing exactly what they both want, cocking jerking between them as he spills messily over both their stomachs.
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Date: 2024-03-08 08:46 pm (UTC)All he knows is that he can't do what he wants to do, not right now-- probably not ever. Not if they're both going to remain sane. Instead, Scott wraps his lips tightly around the curve between Stiles neck and shoulder and sucks as hard as he can as he finds himself hitting his orgasm. His eyes glow a deep red and his body jerks hard when Stiles' finally comes up between them.
Scott lets goes and howls, not the deep one that they can hear across the city, but another form, one that's only for them-- it's special and Scott's never heard himself make the sound. His hips jerk hard and deep into his friend and he pants until he finds himself finished and exhausted. "Holy shit. That.."
There are no more words, no thoughts, his eyes slowly bleed back to normal and Scott knows that the air in the room begins to shift as things begin to turn back. He looks at the mark he left on Stiles, and swallows. "Well, there's a conversation. I wasn't planning on making you, us, me, you, have that.." He wipes a thumb over it and blood comes away. He didn't bite him, but he pulled blood through the skin again, marking him deeply.
Smirking, Scott slowly pulls out and lowers himself enough so that he can lap up the spill that covered stiles' stomach, one sweet tongueful at a time. "Fuck, you taste so damn good. You're like bowl of frosting."
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Date: 2024-03-10 06:23 pm (UTC)Stiles stares at him a little wide-eyed when he says that - it's not that he wasn't being serious, it's just that there's something so certain about Scott's words that he's momentarily taken aback by them, even though they'd already established that this wasn't just about the sex.
He wants to kiss him for it, but before he has a chance to pull him in for one Scott is sucking on his neck and Stiles is more than okay with it in the moment, swept up in the building pleasure of his own orgasm and the feel of Scott's come pumping into him even as his own splashes across their skin.
It's not until Scott breaks away that Stiles realises his eyes are red, and that howl. It rings in his ears and it feels significant in a way that Stiles can't quite put his finger on - not that he's troubling himself to think about anything right now because he's completely boneless and satisfied and all he can do to respond to Scott is to huff a weak laugh and not.
"Yea. Holy shit." He agrees, sounding almost dazed. He's just had the most incredible orgasm of his life (right after having what had previously been the most incredible orgasm of his life) and he feels like he's floating. His neck throbs a little from the force of Scott's sucking, but he isn't really thinking about it - even when Scott reaches out to swipe a thumb over the mark, comments on it, he can't even bring himself to care.
"Mm. I guess even non-werewolves are gonna know I'm yours." He jokes lightly. Maybe when he's come down from the orgasm high he's going to remember that those 'non-werewolves' include his dad, but right now he just kind of thrills at the thought of Scott's claim on him being plain for everyone to see.
(He does manage a flash of disappointment, again, that he can't make a similar mark in turn)
He winces slightly when Scott pulls out, the drag of his cock against sensitive skin making him twitch, and it's weird how empty he feels all of a sudden. He's pretty sure that will go away, but it doesn't mean he isn't going to want Scott to fuck him again before long. Any weirdness or discomfort is driven out of his mind by the feel of Scott's tongue swiping over his stomach, and he pushes himself up a little on slightly wobbly arms to watch.
"That's so fucking hot." He murmurs - it feels nice, too, soothing and gentle, feels like he's being taken care of, but it's also incredibly hot knowing that it's his come Scott is licking up, his come that Scott apparently can't get enough of.
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Date: 2024-03-11 10:48 pm (UTC)Pulling Stiles into his arms, and weaving their legs together, bodies tight he noses at him gently, pushing back bangs stuck to his forehead. "I'm glad we decided we needed to watch porn together. Who knows how much longer it would have taken to figure all this out if we'd waited. I always knew you smelled good, but never put it together." He laughed softly. "All this time you've been here, and I never knew... we never knew."
There's more that's on Scott's mind, that flash of feeling he had at the end and the way he almost lost control and bit Stiles. The way his body knew what it wanted, the way he felt a claim over Stiles that he's never felt over another person before. It was something he wanted to ask someone about, anyone about-- but the only person he knew right now was Derek, and that was somehow a non-sequester. It didn't feel right to ask him about mates when his family was all gone and Derek didn't seem to have one. Still, it felt like there was more to this than simple sex and liking someone a whole hell of a lot.
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Date: 2024-03-11 11:00 pm (UTC)Stiles just kind of flops back down and lets Scott clean them up - he knows he should probably be helping but he's still feeling pretty boneless and it feels too good to let himself be taken care of. Next time, he promises himself, he'll make sure to do the looking after.
He kisses Scott back with a soft hum of appreciation, settling comfortably in his arms with a contented sigh as Scott pulls him close.
"Me too." He agrees, laughing softly. "I guess it was bound to come to a head sometime, you know? This feels... this is probably gonna sound weird but I also get the impression that you kinda feel the same so... this feels too strong to be something we could have missed forever. Like there's this big... thing between us that was locked up and it was always there we just needed the right key, and we were always gonna find it eventually."
Part of him wishes they'd found it sooner, the rest of him is just glad they've found it now. It feels right in a way he can't really articulate.
He trails idle fingers over Scott's side and frowns slightly, thoughtfully, as the orgasm-high starts to fade enough for him to start thinking.
"What was that- that howl you did? It sounded... I dunno, different somehow? Like... don't laugh at me but is that some kind of special werewolf sex howl you do or...?"
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Date: 2024-03-12 12:01 am (UTC)To have been inside Stiles like that. Scott can close his eyes and still feel it. There's parts of his body that continue to react. A small shiver runs down his spine and he nods. "This feels really strong. I don't think I ever felt anything so strong so fast in my life. I mean, you're my best friend and I always cared for you, but this is so far beyond that, man. I just.." He cuts off because there's not a decent way to describe it beyond the things they did and the words they uttered during it.
Stiles was his, and he belonged one hundred percent to Stiles. Scott also wishes they found it sooner, but he has an idea on why they may not have been able to come this far -- they might have found some of it sooner, but not the depth of what they have right now.
When Stiles asks about the howl, Scott licks over his lips and traces down the side of Stiles neck. "It wasn't the sex... I've never made that howl before, not with another person. Stiles. I've never felt this strongly for anyone before, and you know how I felt about Alison. This... this is different." He pauses, and runs a hand along Stiles' side down to his hip and lets it rest there.
"I had a very strong urge to do more while we were having sex. I- I don't know much about this, and I could be really, really wrong, but I think you could be my... my mate. Like you know, wolves mate for life, so do werewolves, I think. Only it doesn't matter when we're young, but I just became an alpha, and I'm older now... I don't want you to freak out. I won't bite you, and won't do anything weird. It was only a strong feeling, that's why you have the mark. I had to mark you as mine. That was my give to the wolf."
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Date: 2024-03-12 12:52 am (UTC)"Yea." Stiles says, soft and genuine - it's so much less than what he wants to say, but he doesn't even entirely know how to say what he wants to say. He does want Scott to know he gets it, though, and that he feels it too.
He tilts his head up to look properly at Scott when he admits the howl is new - hesitant, like he isn't sure if that's something that should worry about or not, but fascinated too. He can feel the research urge creeping over him - though he's far, far too comfortable to drag himself away from Scott's arms to think about it right this second. Later, though.
(He's a little stunned, too, for Scott to say it's stronger than he felt for even Alison, stunned and flattered)
"Do more? What kind of more?" He asks, until the rest of what Scott is saying sinks in and his eyes widen a little in shock. His mate? It's... it's a lot, almost overwhelming, but somehow it feels overwhelming in a good way, and that's weird.
"I'm not freaking out." He says after a moment, because it feels important to establish that before Scott gets too worried about it "I... I think it might be weird that I'm not freaking out, it's probably weird, right? But I don't... it's a lot, yea, don't get me wrong, but I think I kinda like it? I definitely want to do more research and figure this all out but... but I like being yours. I want to be yours. I want you to be mine. All this wolfy possessiveness is kind of, uh, really freakin' hot actually, but it also just feels good to think about being with you and not just in a sex way."
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Date: 2024-03-12 07:50 pm (UTC)Shaking his head, he gives up and offers Stiles more attention because dropping this sort of a news bomb on someone who had been only your best friend a few hours ago was pretty heavy. Not even Scott really knew what to do with it. His body, and the wolf part of his body-- something that was fully him and somehow separate at the same time dropped it in his proverbial lap as well. He was feeling pretty shell-shocked.
Taking a few deep breaths, Scott answered Stiles' first question. "To mark you as mine, completely. To make the mate bond. I'm not even sure what that means for us. I mean, I have the instinct, and it's hard to ignore. It's to take you from behind and mark your neck with my bite, one that will last. The whole world will know that you're mine and there will never be another wolf that can question it."
Kissing Stiles' shoulders and neck softly, Scott aimlessly runs his fingers over a body he's seen a million times, but is getting to know now in a far more intimate fashion. He's very glad that his friend isn't freaking out in the way that only he can. "I'm glad you're not overwhelmed and running from me. I think I'd be ripped apart inside. I know I need you already. This is so strong, I don't have a chance." He smiles and laughs softly.
"Good, because I'm gonna be very possessive. You have no idea. You're going to be all mine, and this is not going to stop. I don't even have any idea how I'm going to keep my hands to myself while we're in school. People are going to get sick of us."
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Date: 2024-03-12 10:45 pm (UTC)"Your bite? Woah, like, the bite? Okay we need to tell your wolf brain to chill or something because I love you Scott but you know I'm not down for that. No biting. This is a hickey only relationship."
Okay there's the freak out, but he's certainly not pulling away, and while his words are emphatic there's almost a hint of humour to them - he knows he's saying stuff that Scott is already aware of, so he's almost teasing. He trusts Scott, completely, even knowing how hard it can be to deny instincts like that, he knows Scott would never do something to him that he didn't want.
He does echo Scott's laugh and lean in to kiss him, soothing away the worry and his own harsh words all in one.
"I'm not running anywhere." He confirms, firmly, and then when Scott continues he groans jokingly and buries his face in his boyfriend's shoulder.
"Oh god, we're going to be that couple. Just... keep it PG-13 at school, okay? You don't have to mark your territory, nobody else is interested and even if they were, I'm all yours, okay?" He's teasing again, but honestly as much as he'll probably be embarrassed by too much PDA, he also kind of thrills at knowing Scott wants him so much.
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Date: 2024-03-13 12:25 am (UTC)Stiles is right to trust Scott, there's no way he'd ever change him. It's not a life to give someone, ever. It's not something that Scott does on any level, anyways. He leans over and kisses Stiles in return, but it's obvious that this is going to bug him until he figures it out. Things are on that level right now and some of the thoughts about intimacy have fallen to other places in the second.
Laying back down, he lets Stiles cuddle back into him, but there's far more ruminating going on in Scott's mind than anything else. "Don't worry. I won't molest you like I did with.." Nevermind. He's not going to bring up the first full moon he endured and how he almost ruined their friendship by getting through several bases with Lydia in the principal's office.
So Scott didn't care so much about what he did where. He was a little more of an exhibitionist than Stiles. All couples had their kinks, and all couples had the ones where one person sacrificed for the sake of the other.
"That's it. That's the difference. It has to be from the fangs of an alpha. It's our venom, an alpha's venom that does it. Not the human bite. That's why it's our claws and our fangs that turn someone." Finally falling onto his back on the bed completely sprawled, Scott relaxes once more. He knows now what it is he's been trying this whole time to remember, and feels better about not losing the information completely, knowing this could be important one day.
He turns his head to Stiles. "Not that I expect you to be my mate, or let me bite you in anyway. It's what I needed to remember to make this thing inside me calm down a little. Sorry." He feels a little sheepish now for bringing everything up the way he did. It's all so sudden and very intense, and while Scott's used to sudden and intense in a lot of ways-- going from masturbating to mate is a little much, even for him.
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Date: 2024-03-13 12:35 am (UTC)Stiles frowns slightly, but he doesn't push, just lets Scott figure it out - he reaches up to rub a soothing hand on his back while he thinks about it.
"I know." He says immediately at the reassurance - partly because he does know and partly because he also would rather not think about it, not least because now he's jealous about both parties.
Then Scott finally works out what he was trying to and understanding dawns on Stiles' face.
"Oh, I get it. Human teeth good, wolf teeth bad." He says, leaning in to give Scott another kiss, like it's a reward for him working it out. Or just because he wanted to kiss him.
"Well, look, I... okay maybe we can revisit that whole no biting thing. No wolf biting, yes, but other biting... well we can discuss that." He reaches to grab Scott's hand, laces their fingers together and squeezes it reassuringly.
"We don't have to rush into anything, we probably shouldn't rush into anything, because that has never ended well for us, but if this mating thing definitely won't turn me, and definitely won't cause any of that weird werewolf baby nonsense, then I don't see why we can't do it, when we're ready."
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Date: 2024-03-13 08:18 pm (UTC)Feeling a little bit like he burst the bubble they were laying in, Scott frowns and sighs. He didn't mean to drag up all this heavy shit into their moment, the one they finally had recognizing that they could do this. That they actually wanted this, wanted to be a couple and everything. If anything, Scott figured he'd be more the more chill of the pair of them.
"Yeah, but lets not worry about anything. I want to focus on the fact that you and I are dating. How crazy is that. I mean, someone probably saw it coming but I never did. Well, maybe I thought about you a couple times, and what it would be like... if we... did stuff. " Scott shrugs, and blushes for no apparent reason. Here they are naked in bed, having done a whole shitload of stuff together, but it's still all new and that's the way he wants it to feel.
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Date: 2024-03-17 04:08 pm (UTC)Stiles grins a little sheepishly - it's not entirely Scott's fault, he thinks, he was the one who got carried away following the train of thought. Scott is right, they should just focus on the here and now and enjoy it, rather than thinking too much about the future - there'll be time enough for that later.
"It's pretty crazy," he agrees with a laugh "good crazy, but yea I never would have thought it either. Obviously I noticed you were pretty hot because, well, I've got eyes, but I guess I just never let myself think about it too much, you know? Like it was off limits or something."
It's the cliché, isn't it? You can't fall for your friend because you'll ruin the friendship... but this doesn't feel ruined, this feels better than he could ever have dreamed.
"I'm glad I didn't let that stop me today, because everything we just did was really freakin' hot and I definitely want to do it again, a lot, did I mention that? And the fact that you're my best friend just makes it all even better."
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Date: 2024-03-18 12:44 pm (UTC)"I always knew you were hot. You've never not been hot to me..." Scott admits. He doesn't know why he thought it, but it's a thing that Scott realized a long time ago, like way back when he noticed that girls were a thing and that there were some good looking guys too. It was easy for him to think of Stiles as easily as it was one of the really great looking girls. But they were best friends, and Scott was straight, wasn't he? "I just always thought I was straight, until... I don't know a little bit ago. It was strange when I figured out I wasn't. I didn't know I could tell anyone."
He tucked his head into Stiles' shoulder, and kissed it, feeling the warmth of their connection return. It was so easy to take comfort in knowing that they were together now, and that he could do this when he wanted, or needed. "I don't just want, but I need you again. It's going to be a lot, a whole lot. I want everything. You're hot, and I want you so many ways, and I want to give you me too. I don't think I could do this if you weren't my best friend. No one else would ..uh, you know, get it."
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Date: 2024-03-30 02:34 pm (UTC)Stiles is pretty sure he's blushing, but while part of him wants to duck his head and hide it, another part of him doesn't want to look away, just wants to keep smiling at Scott and enjoying being able to just stare at him.
His smile softens at the confession and he nods his understanding.
"Yea I get that," he agrees "I figured out I wasn't straight a while back, but I never really knew how to talk about it either... I kinda made a lot of jokes, you probably noticed, I guess that was my way of trying to bring it up, but then I never really moved on from there..." he shrugs, laughing slightly at himself.
He grins again, leaning in to kiss Scott, brief but affectionate.
"I want you too. Everything you want and more." He confirms genuinely, a little excited to think about it. "It's... it's pretty great, actually, to be able to share all of that with you. All the things we'll get to do for the first time together."
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Date: 2024-03-31 05:37 pm (UTC)Scott's entire body thrums with this incredible need to be close, to hold, and protect Stiles. It's beyond his natural need, and he wants to laugh at himself right now, to deny all these intense and strange new urges he has concerning the most important person in his life, but there's nothing Scott can do but fall into it.
Dragging his fingers along Stiles' side, he leans in and kisses him a little longer than before, parting his lips and taking his time to smother himself in taste and sense. The wolf in him wants to roll around in Stiles' scent like a cat would a great batch of catnip-- but it's rather impossible. Instead, Scott breaks the kiss and nuzzles him softly.
"It's incredibly great, and I don't think I could have gotten anything better. It's going to be a little wild though. It's intense the way I feel, and these instincts that I have. I wish I knew more about them. I'm really interested in learning this time. Not making you do all the research." His hand slides down and grips at Stiles' ass and squeezes it tight.
"Fuck, you are so damn hot. You have a great ass too."
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Date: 2024-04-08 11:00 pm (UTC)"Hey, yea, I guess you're right," Stiles says with a slight grin - sure he can't help but wonder how things might have been if they'd gotten here sooner, but it's nice to think that it happened now because they weren't ready for it before, that it was meant to happen now. "I definitely feel ready for it now. Feels... right, you know? Like I'd go kind of crazy without it now I know I can have it. And I'm not just talking about the sex, although that part is, ya know, pretty great."
He's rambling a bit, sure, but he doesn't actually feel all that embarrassed about it, not with Scott trailing hands over his side, with the way they're still wrapped up together, with the press of Scott's lips drowning out any self-consciousness he might even think about having. He feels good - about himself, about Scott, about everything that is happening right now. It's kind of nice to feel that way after everything they've been through.
"We can research together. Maybe ask Deaton some stuff if we can figure out a way to do it that isn't crazy embarrassing." He suggests, and he's about to say more but cuts it off with a yelp when Scott squeezes his ass - it's surprise more than anything else, and he laughs slightly at himself, reaching down to squeeze Scott's ass in revenge.
"Well that makes two of us."
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Date: 2024-04-14 03:59 pm (UTC)Kissing the side of his best friend's neck, he licks against it softly and then moves down further so that he can take it out to his shoulder, where Scott knows he can leave darker, greater imprints of their time together. He wants to remind the world that Stiles is his, not that anyone is going to have a doubt after their first time around. It's a little obvious to the rest of the world already. A sound curls in the back of Scott's throat and he lets it stay.
No matter what it might mean, Scott wants people to know that Stiles belongs to him now. It's a little ridiculous, but he also wants people to know without a doubt that he belongs to Stiles, no matter what it takes. Shifting his body to rub it more keenly against his friend's, Scott tugs at Stiles' ear. "What would you think about doing this again?"
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Date: 2024-04-24 09:59 am (UTC)Stiles lets the silence fall comfortably between them and lets his eyes slide closed, tilting his head and just enjoying the feel of Scott kissing and licking his way down his skin. It's hot, yes, but it's also just... nice. Good. Nice to feel cared for and wanted. Nice to feel that sense of belonging settle in his heart and just know that it's real and true - and completely mutual.
He feels his interest start to stir as Scott shifts against him, eyes opening again even though Scott's too close for him to really look at.
"I thought we already decided that was agiven...?" He says, half teasing "Unless you're talking about right now?"
He's pretty sure that is what Scott means, there's a certain amount of intent in Scott's movements that are hard to mistake, but he wants to make sure before he lets himself get too carried away.
(Not that he thinks Scott would mind if he did)
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Date: 2024-05-01 08:33 pm (UTC)He wants to feel it again. It's not like they've got to try hard. They're only laying here naked together, but still. There's a thrill that courses through him in knowing that he's wanted and he wants to be needed in the same way-- looked at like that again. It's a hunger that grows and curls not only in his lower region, but in his blood.
"I was thinking about right now, unless... you know.. you don't want to.. or whatever." He says, trying to be nonchalant about Stiles not wanting him, like it wouldn't hurt. Still, he looks at Stiles and then bows to touch his lips to the center of his chest, and licks a long stripe along his sternum.
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Date: 2024-05-20 08:48 am (UTC)A shiver runs through Stiles when Scott dips his head to lick up his chest, and for a second the reply he was about to give completely fails him. He manages to catch himself, though, and lifts a hand to comb through Scott's hair to get his attention.
"Hey," he says, softer than the current conversation probably calls for "I want to, I totally want to, are you kidding? You're crazy hot and this is crazy hot and we are going to be so hot for each other all the time, so just... you can be pretty much guaranteed that I'm always going to want you unless I'm like completely exhausted or something, and even then I'll want you. You know?"
He's rambling a bit, he knows, but he could see that edge of hurt being Scott's nonchalent facade and he just wanted to make sure that Scott knew he was wanted, and that not wanting sex and not wanting Scott are definitely different things. Right now though, he absolutely does want both.
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Date: 2024-05-25 03:10 pm (UTC)"Do you want anything different, anything more, better that I can do for you?" Scott's never thought much about this, but he knows that Stiles has since he's been curious about guys for longer. This works a little in their favor. In the meantime, Scott pays particular attention to marking up Stiles' abs, and then his hips. He moves across all the skin that's open to his mouth. It's a bit like imprinting, and he can't help himself.
"I swear, you taste so fucking good." Sliding lower, Scott looks up again. He wants to try more. He wants to taste more. He's not sure what Stiles might be into. There's not a part of Stiles that Scott doesn't want to taste. He doesn't want to cross lines. He doesn't want to do anything uncomfortable.
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Date: 2024-06-02 12:36 am (UTC)It's really hard to think, even about sex, with Scott's apparent determination to get his mouth on every part of Stiles he can reach. Not that long ago Stiles would have said he was was kind of exhausted, but the arousal is already building - slower, now, less urgent than before, but no less potent.
"Fuck, Scott, I don't even- I can't-" he huffs a laugh at the way his own brain can't seem to hold onto an idea of what he wants beyond Scott and more. He definitely wants Scott to fuck him again, that much is certain. He knows Scott is willing to let him top as well and he definitely wants to do that at some point, but right now the only thing on his mind is having Scott inside him again.
"You make it hard to think." He laughs slightly. It's nice, in a way, if a little frustrating in that moment since he's actually trying to. "There's definitely nothing better because you're already fucking amazing, but I guess... maybe we can try a different position? Like, I could ride you, or you could do me from behind? Not that we need to rush right into that or anything, 'cos this is great, you know? Love having your mouth all over me, everywhere, it's kind of hot to know you want to taste me that bad..."
He doesn't think his little speech is very helpful or coherent, but really it's Scott's fault for being so distracting.
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Date: 2024-06-03 11:17 am (UTC)There's a wonderland of tastes, scents and sounds all surrounding Scott as he runs his hands and mouth across every inch of Stiles' body. If there was a way he could stop, or help himself, he might-- but it's far too tempting, the need to all encompassing right now. Scott's body is throbbing with a force he's still learning how to control. It's so different with Stiles, and Scott honestly has no idea what to do with it.
"A different position. We can do that.." Scott smiles, but then dips his head back down. He runs his tongue over the entire length of Stiles' cock and down to savor his sac. Then he does something different. He presses Stile's legs back and opens him up so that Scott can see that fluttering entrance. His eyes widen, and he licks over his lips. The wolf in him purrs in the back of his throat. With a long slow stroke, Scott runs his tongue over that tiny hole, tasting the muscles and nerves in a long sweep. Then he plays around it, completely covering it in little licks, pressing in and pushing toward sacred things-- not that he can reach that far, but there's the thought. Scott hums as he works, enjoying every single second of what he's doing.
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Date: 2024-06-07 05:31 pm (UTC)Stiles lifts a hand to tangle into Scott's hair, but honestly he's just enjoying lying there and letting his boyfriend do what he wants. He feels a little flash of guilt that he isn't doing anything himself, but it's kind of hard to when Scott is mostly out of reach and making him feel so good. He'll make sure to give Scott just as much attention later, he knows.
The drag of Scott's tongue down his cock has him moaning, he already feels incredibly, stupidly turned on, it's a testament to how much he wants this that he's ready to go again so soon, he thinks. And then, then. Stiles isn't entirely sure what Scott is up to when he pushes his legs back, but he moves easily with it, lets Scott manhandle him however he wants. Despite the sheer amount of porn he's watched he somehow isn't expecting Scott's tongue to drop lower, to swipe over his hole and make him gasp - it's surprise, yes, but from the way his cock twitches it's clear he is very much in favour of this new activity.
"Fuck." He breathes, and he's trying to find something slightly more eloquent to say when Scott carries on, licking around his hole, licking into him, and he's not sure he can do anything but moan because it feels so good and it's really fucking hot. He wonders if Scott can taste himself inside Stiles and his dick twitches again at the thought.
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Date: 2024-06-15 03:30 pm (UTC)He growls quietly in the back of his throat, possession deepening over the young male he knows is his. No one will ever touch either of them again. Nails turn into pointy versions of what they had been and dig a little tighter into the pale fleshy parts of Stiles' skin. Lapping and making a full on wet mess of Stiles' entrance, Scott pulls back a little and realizes that his fingers had changed slightly. He wasn't going to apologize.
"Fuck you are so hot, and taste so good with my come inside you." Licking his lips, Scott could smell and taste everything. Of course he could, he was a wolf. There was nothing he didn't smell or taste when he licked his way over his best friend's body. Running a long stripe of his tongue over Stiles' cock, Scott inhales deeply and pushes a finger into the damp entrance, not far without lube-- but deep enough to make a difference, to twist and fuck Stiles a little on the slick mess that Scott left behind.
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Date: 2024-06-16 12:42 am (UTC)Stiles is busy digging his own hands into the bed beneath him, trying not to writhe too much and whimpering with pleasure at the feel of Scott's tongue fucking into him, so he barely even registers that the press of nails against skin has become sharper, if anything the extra spike of pressure only adds to the sensation.
"Fuck." He manages in eloquent response to Scott's words, though after a moment he does push himself to say more, to give back the praise he's getting. "That felt fucking amazing, Scott, I-" he breaks off into another moan, interrupted by the swipe of tongue along his cock, which twitches again in response.
As Scott starts fingering him, he can't help but grin a little playfully.
"Mmm that feels pretty good too, but I want more than your finger back inside me..."
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Date: 2024-06-22 03:25 pm (UTC)Looking at that playful grin, Scott knows what he wants right now. Licking over his lips he pulls his fingers out and retracts his other hand. There's slow realization that he left slightly bleeding marks, but he's not a bit remorseful. There had been nothing but the quiet moans of his lover.
"I want you on top. I want to watch you ride me. I need to see your body as you take my cock inside you over and over." Moving to lay on his back, he waits for Stiles to move over him. Hands ready to help guide and hold Stiles as needed.
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Date: 2024-06-23 12:37 am (UTC)Stiles hasn't even noticed the bleeding, but he probably won't be bothered by it when he does - it's just another mark to add to the list, another thing to look at later and remember everything they've done together. Not that he's going to need the reminder, not when it's pretty clear they're both going to want to repeat this a lot.
He already feels empty when Scott removes his fingers, so when Scott moves to lie back he's quick to shift as well, grinning at Scott's words as he straddles his boyfriend's hips.
"Fuck that's hot. I can't wait to have you inside me again." He says, leaning down to steal a brief kiss before straightening up again and reaching for Scott's cock, guiding it to his hole as he gets himself into position and sinks down. He takes it slow, lets himself readjust to being filled up again and enjoys the slight burn of it - Scott's right, he does enjoy that blurred line, and he knows that it won't be long before the pain fades and he feels nothing but pleasure.
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Date: 2024-06-29 02:54 pm (UTC)"Fuck, you look so good up there Stiles." He curses, so very contrary to his normal language. It feels right on his tongue like this. It all feels so good. Running his hands over Stiles' thighs, Scott watches as he carefully slides down on his cock with a slight groan. "Feel so good. Oh man, you're still so tight. So tight for me, baby." Scott doesn't think he'll ever get over the feeling of sliding so deep into Stiles' body. It's a wholly different feeling from anything he's ever experienced before and it sends a rush of pleasure in every direction every time he fills him completely.
"Feels like I could come from just this." He knows he needs more, wants more, but looking at how gorgeous Stiles looks sitting there, and feeling overtaken the way he does by it all does something spectacular to Scott. When Stiles begins to move, Scott does too. He steadily thrusts upward into his boyfriend, using his thighs and feet as leverage to make sure that he gets as deep as possible every single time.
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Date: 2024-07-23 03:32 pm (UTC)It's weird how not weird it is to hear Scott talk like that, to hear the coarse language that he never would have expected from Scott even earlier that afternoon. It works though, it feels right to hear that praise from him - the fact that he's not the kind of person to talk like that usually just makes it even better, makes it feel like it's all for him, this wanting, lustful, possessive side of Scott is all his.
"Mm, you and me both." He chuckles softly as he settles in Scott's lap. There's something about being so completely filled up by Scott that almost tips him over the edge all on its own. He manages to resist it, though, just sits for a moment enjoying the feeling and letting his arousal ease just slightly - enough to make him last a little longer, anyway.
It's not long before he's moving thoug, slow at first but building with speed and energy as Scott thrusts up into him in time with his movements. For somebody normally so wild and uncontrolled it blows his mind a little how easy it is to settle into a rhythm, to slide down when Scott pushes up, to work together to make it deep and hard and perfect without even really trying.
He splays his hands across Scott's chest, giving himself a little support and leverage as he gets carried away into the sensations of it all.
"Fuck, yea, Scott, that's perfect, you're perfect, you feel so good."
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Date: 2024-08-02 07:57 pm (UTC)Each thrust inside Stiles is better than the previous. Sitting up, Scott holds Stiles to him tightly, wrapping both his arms around him. He pounds himself into his lover and best friend. Scott laps at Stiles' neck, scraping his teeth over and around the core junction of it. He can feel the deeper need to mark him, to take him right then and there and make Stiles' his forever, to bind the other male to him so that no other wolf will ever claim him. It's an imperative need, and Scott almost does it, but he stops.
Instead, he rolls them around and presses Stiles into the bed, fucking up into him with a wild growl. "Going to fucking come so hard." His hand grips tight around Stiles and started pumping him--waiting for him to go first, always. But this time is different. Scott can feel something growing inside him, something different, something so much more.
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Date: 2024-08-18 11:09 pm (UTC)Stiles winds his arms around Scott as he sits up, moaning out encouragement and rolling his hips into every thrust. He tilts his head to allow Scott to lavish whatever attention he wants on his neck. He's probably going to have to wear some kind of douchey scarf for a week but he can't bring himself to care. Maybe he won't, maybe he'll just let everybody see it and just revel in being wanted that much and everybody knowing about it.
He lets out a yelp of laughter as he's rolled onto his back, taken by surprise but delighted by it.
"Fuck. Yea baby, fill me up with come." He moans, bucking up into Scott's hand. It's not going to take him long to come like this either, Scott thrusting into him and a firm hand wrapped around his cock. "You feel amazing. Fuck. Harder, please? I'm so close..."
Something feels different, but he's too blissed out to really examine it, he just lets the sensations roll over him as he rocks into every thrust until he's coming, spilling over Scott's hand and onto both their stomachs.
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Date: 2024-08-22 02:30 pm (UTC)"Yes, Stiles. Come for me, fuck. Baby." Scott can feel Stiles' body tense around his and he turns himself inward, knowing that he's only seconds behind. His claws dig into the bedsheets, and Scott buries his face into the hollow of Stiles' neck, sucking hard as he empties his knot into Stiles' body. It's hard and thick and he cries out when it comes. It's a large hot boiling ball of Scott's most intense pleasure ever. He's never before felt this, or done anything like this, but he knows he's locked to Stiles.
"Fuck, Stiles. Oh god. Yes." He continues to push with tiny thrusts, feeling his come begin to slowly leak out, waves of aftershock threaten to undo him again and again for almost a minute as Scott tries to figure out what the hell happened. "Don't move.." He finally manages, lowering himself carefully down on top of Stiles.
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Date: 2024-11-06 01:12 pm (UTC)"Holy fucking shit." Stiles' eyes widen as he feels Scott coming inside of him. He feels so incredibly full, like Scott is... bigger than before? Somehow? And there definitely seems like there's more cum. He's over-sensitive and ever tiny movement is sending waves of new pleasure through him, it's almost too much but not quite, and he feels like if he was capable of getting hard again right now he would be.
Whatever it is, it's intense.
He's locked in a blissed-out daze for a long time until Scott speaks and lowers himself down. He huffs a soft laugh, curling his arms lazily around Scott and planting a poorly aimed kiss on his cheek.
"Do I look like I'm capable of moving right now babe?" He asks, amused, still kind of out of it "What, uh, what was that?"
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Date: 2024-11-14 03:37 pm (UTC)If Scott had any idea he could do this, he might have warned Stiles, but he didn't. Maybe it was because they're partially mated, or because the sex was so intense. He's got no idea. It's never happened before, and Scott has had plenty of sex before, even with someone he loved. This is far more intense though, and he knows that he is life partners with Stiles.
Kissing Siles' neck, he lifts his head again and clears his throat. "I... I knotted you. I'm knotted to you, I can't pull out until it empties, and it might take a little while. I - I had no idea that we could, that I could do that. No one told me that werewolves were capable."
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Date: 2025-03-11 08:35 pm (UTC)"Fuck, really?" Stiles stares at him with wide eyes. He wonders if he should be grossed out, or worried, but finds that he absolutely is not. It's like he said before - as long as he's not actually going to have little werewolf babies, talk of breeding and the like was still on the table. Very much on the table, apparently, since now that he's locked on to Scott, so full of his come that it's leaking out a little even with the knot holding most of it in, the thought of Scott trying to breed him is... hotter than it probably has any right to be.
"Well, uh, I guess we'll just wait?" He huffs a laugh, and then after a moment he runs a reassuring hand over Scott's back - he hopes the joking confirms that he's okay with it, but he wants to say it more genuinely as well. "I don't mind, you know? I was actually... this is kinda weird but I was actually probably gonna ask, at some point, if we could, y'know, like go to sleep without you pulling out? Just thinking about you being inside me all night.. fucking me awake if you got morning wood, just... there's something really hot about it?"
There's a hint of red creeping up his neck at admitting it, despite everything else, despite Scott's knot being inside him while he's saying it, he still feels a little embarrassed to admit it - but it also feels right, to share his deepest darkest fantasies with Scott. Sure, they might find kinks that aren't compatible and that's fine, but when they are, fuck, he knows they'll be amazing.
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Date: 2025-04-07 07:54 pm (UTC)Breathing out a sigh of relief, Scott buries a kiss into Stiles' neck after Stiles mentions the whole bit about sleeping bound together. "I don't think I'd mind staying like this tonight, and then fucking you awake. I almost always wake up like that, and I'm sure that with my body being inside you, there's no way I wouldn't wake up any other way. You're so hot."
His own hands slide along Stiles's face and down his shoulders. Scott moved and slipped their legs into a more comfortable position so he could roll them both onto their sides. That way neither of them are lying on the other. Scott is spooning Stiles in the most intimate way possible. He moans again from the feeling of being locked inside his lover, still spasming here and there. It's unreal how it feels to be like this. "I'm so glad my first time like this was with you."
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Date: 2025-05-01 11:41 pm (UTC)Stiles is still kind of blushing a little, but he can't help but grin at the way Scott is so relieved that he's not freaked out - and how easily he accepts the idea. Not just accepts, but seems kind of into. He's not entirely sure how he managed to get this lucky but he's not going to question it if he doesn't have to.
(Well, not right now, he's still pretty hopped up on endorphins, maybe later he'll have his standard self-deprecating freak out, but he also knows that Scott will be right there to reassure him when he does)
He helps as best he can get them manoevred into something more comfortable, but helping mostly ends up meaning just letting Scott take the lead since he ends up having a pretty good idea of how to more comfortably fit them together. It's intimate, and comfortably and so incredibly hot that he would probably be awake all night from sheer arousal if he hadn't already had two orgasms. Or was it three? He's lost count, though every little twitch of Scott's dick still sends a spike of want up his spine and he's really going to have to not think to hard about being fucked awake in the morning or he really won't sleep.
He smiles a little at the sentiment, snuggling back up against Scott and grabbing one of his hands to lace their fingers together and give him a little squeeze.
"Me too. Not that it wouldn't be incredible anyway but.. there's something pretty special about getting to experience this first, you know? Like it's just for me? Just feels... good."