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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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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"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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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"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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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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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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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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"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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"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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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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"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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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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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."