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Stiles toed off his sneakers as the heavy apartment door thudded closed behind him. He remembered to actually put them away next to Chris’ boots as well as put his wallet and keys in the tray on the side table -- he had flung them randomly onto his bed too many times and subsequently spent fifteen minutes trying to find them again when it came time to leave. The apartment was quiet, but Peter was most likely home from court.
“Alpha?” Stiles called softly as he wandered past the living room.
“Study,” Peter called back, loud enough for human ears.
Catching up on work, then. Stiles dropped his backpack in his bedroom before heading to the kitchen to dig up some snacks. He grabbed a Dr. Pepper for himself and one of Peter’s fancy Italian seltzers as well as a bag of white cheddar popcorn -- Chris refused to buy Cheetos.
Peter didn’t glance up until he heard the crinkle of the bag in Stiles’ arms. “You are not eating those in here,” he said sternly, glaring at the bag.
“I won’t,” Stiles promised, setting the bottle of seltzer on a coaster and leaning over the back of Peter’s chair to glance at the paperwork spread across his desk. “Oh! The carjacking case!” He grinned. “How did the prosecutor like it when you destroyed their one witness?”
“It certainly tripped them up,” Peter hummed, “but they’re now trying to push that the weapon truly did belong to my client and no one else.”
Stiles rolled his eyes. “Yeah right, because no one else has a generic black pocket knife. You should just buy a bucket full of them and dump them on his desk.”
“Tempting,” Peter swiveled in his chair and pulled Stiles onto his lap. “How were your tests?”
Stiles settled in as comfortably as he could with the soda and popcorn still cradled in his elbow. “They were fine. The micro exam was super lame, but poli-psych was a breeze. And now I’m all done until the Monday after next!”
Peter nuzzled Stiles with an approving rumble. “We get you all to ourselves this weekend? No pesky visits from friends?”
“Nope,” Stiles smiled against Peter’s cheek. “Just you and Daddy for the whole weekend.”
“In that case,” Peter helped Stiles back to his feet and patted him on the ass, “I’d better finish these notes so I can start my weekend early as well. Please try not to get powdered cheese all over my sofa.”
“Mhm,” Stiles hummed around his soda bottle, already on his way to the living room.
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When Peter emerged from his paperwork hell less than an hour later, Stiles was curled up on the couch changed into a cozy set of Batman pajamas with his arm shoved into the popcorn bag practically up to the elbow. An old Justice League cartoon was playing.
“Have you spoiled your appetite for dinner?” Peter asked, collecting the empty soda bottle and gently wrestling the bag from Stiles.
“Nope,” Stiles beamed. “Chris said he was bringing home barbecue from Hardwood and that he wouldn’t be home until later.”
Peter hadn’t checked his phone, but barbecue did sound delicious. He stashed the popcorn back in the pantry and tapped his fingers against the cabinet door. “Pup?” he called to the living room.
“Yeah?”
“Do you want your Spiderman cup?”
Stiles paused just a moment. Peter could hear his small intake of breath, the way his heartbeat stumbled and picked up. “Yes, please,” he answered softly, voice weaker.
Peter plucked the cup from its spot on the tallest shelf, hidden behind a set of plastic tumblers Chris thought were hideous. It was an oversized child’s sippy cup, emblazoned with Spiderman faces and web patterns in bright red and blue. Peter filled the cup from the fridge and screwed the lid into place.
Chris had been the one to order it. He hadn’t even brought it up to Peter, just stashed the box with his work things and sat on it for weeks before he even hinted at the subject. They had already been doing it for months, babying Stiles whenever he needed something a little softer. The only concern was if Stiles even knew that element had snuck its way into their dynamic. They didn’t want to scare the pup.
Stiles had been stubborn at first after he found out — an unfortunate ill-timed discovery when Chris was organizing his inventory — insisting he was an adult and he didn’t need anyone babying him or treating him like a kid. There were a few weeks where he overcorrected, withdrawing and trying to be more responsible and independent. It had been hard, but they both knew that he would come around in his own time.
Eventually the stress became too much, and Stiles let his Alpha and his Daddy take care of him again. They eased back into it, plating his food for him and taking him down when the workload of his classes drove him to restless exhaustion.
And only a few weeks after that he shyly asked Chris if he could look at the Spiderman cup. ‘Just look at it.’ Which led to an hour of poking and prodding through the various gifts Chris had bought and then stashed. Blankets and stuffed toys. A few pairs of patterned briefs.
But now Peter was carrying the cup to the living room where Stiles sat watching his cartoon. His wolf enjoyed this shift in their dynamic just as much as Chris did, and he ruffled Stiles’ hair. “I’m going to go get changed.”
“Can you bring my blanket?” Stiles asked, still nervous. Despite a thousand reassurances from Peter and Chris that they genuinely enjoyed taking care of Stiles in every little way, he was always hesitant at first.
“Of course.” Peter headed for the bedroom to strip out of his work clothes, following Stiles’ lead and opting for pajamas. On the way back to the living room he grabbed Stiles’ favorite blanket and a pair of fuzzy socks -- otherwise Stiles would just wedge his bare toes between the couch cushions to keep them from freezing.
Stiles reached for the blanket with his free hand, balling it up in the crook of his elbow and using it like a pillow. Peter sat beside him on the couch and pulled the boy’s feet into his lap to tug the socks on. They nestled comfortably into one another as the cartoon continued to play. Peter had more patience than Chris for Stiles’ comic book, sci-fi, and fantasy stuff. He had won immense adoration from Stiles by declaring Batman his favorite hero, and he would willingly watch various shows that tended to bore Chris.
But Chris still paid attention, he loved to spoil Stiles with an assortment of gifts. School supplies and video games and graphic tees — even though Peter was desperately trying to exert his own influence on Stiles’ wardrobe.
“When’s Daddy gonna be home?” Stiles asked, trailing his finger over Peter’s soft palm.
“He said around six.”
Stiles pouted. It was only 4:47.
“Was there anything special you wanted to do this weekend? Or next weekend when you get back from break?” Peter asked. Stiles had spent the past two weeks completely absorbed in his assignments and studying. Peter and Chris had hardly seen him despite the fact that they all lived together. Stiles had been sleeping in his own bedroom since he was up late studying and often came home from the university library after Chris had already gone to bed. And he would barely stick around for breakfast even on the days he had a late start.
“This weekend I just want to relax,” Stiles said, sighing and snuggling further into his blanket. “I know Chris said not to pull any all nighters, but I think I got about four hours of sleep the past few nights.”
Peter gave Stiles his most disapproving frown.
“It wasn’t on purpose! I got caught up with studying! And then when I did go to bed I couldn’t fall asleep because I was stressed about my exams. I have to make a high B on the Micro test if I want to have a good chance of keeping my grade up in the class.”
“Well then,” Peter pulled the boy in closer. “Do you want to hear our suggestions for tonight?”
Stiles nodded.
“Daddy bought some fancy bath salts for you to use in the big tub. And once you’re nice and clean, I’d like to take you down however you want. Entirely up to you. Then, once we’ve had our fill, we’re all going to go to bed at a nice, reasonable hour so you can get some proper sleep for once.”
Stiles hummed. All of that sounded good to him. “Can I go look in the box? I wanna pick some stuff for tonight.”
“If you make a mess, clean it up.” Peter reminded him. “Just set everything out on the bed that you want to play with.”
Stiles scurried off to the bedroom. There was the sound of the heavy box under the bed being slid across the carpet.
Peter headed to the kitchen to try and tidy up before what would surely be a distracting weekend. Stiles must have heard the sounds of chores being tackled, because he slipped into his own bedroom once he returned the box back under the bed. Peter could hear the beeps and bops from his handheld game system, so at least the boy wasn’t trying to do something ridiculous like schoolwork.
At 6:18 pm the elevator at the end of the hall dinged. Peter could smell the food before Chris even made it to the front door.
“Sorry I couldn't get home earlier,” he called as he was taking his boots off in the entryway. “I had to go out to a job site, and traffic was miserable on the way home.” He appeared in the kitchen laden down with brown paper bags.
“Thanks for bringing home dinner,” Peter kissed him, taking half of the bags to begin setting out the food.
“Dinnertime?” Stiles asked. He had miraculously appeared in the doorway with his eyes already locked on the styrofoam cartons.
“I got you mac and cheese,” Chris said.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Stiles hugged Chris around the middle.
“How were your big tests?” Chris smoothed one hand over Stiles' hair while also fixing their plates.
“Not too bad,” Stiles shrugged. “I'm just happy to be done.”
Chris passed him a plate with mac and cheese, baked beans, fried okra, and a pulled pork sandwich. Stiles headed for his spot at the table, setting his plate down before darting back to the living room to fetch his Spiderman cup.
Stiles was quiet during the start of dinner as he tackled his food. Chris complained about the job site he visited and the difficulties with the installation just to fill the conversation.
“What were we thinking for tonight?” He asked, glancing meaningfully at the Spiderman cup before raising an eyebrow at Peter.
“I think Pup needs a quiet night to relax after he worked so hard this week. He said he didn’t get as much sleep as he should have because he was worried about his tests.”
Stiles pouted when Chris gave him a disapproving look. “I promise I didn’t mean to! I just have a hard time sleeping when I’m anxious.”
“And that’s why you’re going to let your Alpha and your Daddy take care of you tonight. Right, baby?” Chris reached over to squeeze Stiles’ knee. “I’ve missed you this week.”
“I missed you too,” Stiles mumbled, scooting his chair closer to Chris so their elbows brushed. “Alpha said you got fancy bath stuff?”
“I did,” Chris grinned. “Wanna spoil my baby boy. You worked so hard to study for your big tests, and that means you deserve something special.”
Stiles was flushed, pupils blown. It was always so easy to get him to slip, especially when he’d been teetering all day. Chris absolutely loved it. He loved that Stiles wasn't scared of being so vulnerable, that he trusted them and accepted them. They’d come so far.
“Dinner first, baby. Then we can get ready for your bath.”
The plate was already half-empty. Stiles always devoured his food like someone would take it away from him. Peter and Chris were trying to coax him out of that habit slowly but surely.
Chris’ brisket and Peter’s tri-tip were savored. And Stiles fidgeted impatiently until everyone's food was gone.
“I’ll clean up in here,” Peter volunteered.
Chris grabbed Stiles by the collar before he could escape to the bathroom. “Tell Peter thank you for cleaning up after us.”
Stiles darted over to where Peter was stacking plates and smacked a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Alpha,” he said sweetly.
“Of course, pup.” Peter rumbled. “Now go get wet and naked for me.”
Stiles laughed, grabbing Chris' hand and pulling him back towards the bathroom. Eager and happy.
-
Chris fiddled with the taps at the tub for a few moments until the water was just the right temperature. Stiles watched as he pulled a glass jar from one of the cabinets, filled with colored salt and flecks of something . “Why don’t you fold your PJs and put them in the bedroom?” Chris suggested as Stiles stepped out of the flannel pants pooled around his feet.
He hurried to do as Chris said, blushing when he passed by the bed and the items he had pulled out of the toybox earlier.
The mysterious jar had been emptied into the tub when Stiles returned, and the smell of lavender had overtaken the entire bathroom. Stiles realized that the little flecks were in fact purple petals. Very fancy. He had been using three-in-one body wash before moving in with Chris and Peter. Now he ate expensive barbecue and took baths with flower petals.
“C’mere, baby boy,” Chris reached for him, sleeve rolled up past his elbow but still damp at the end. Stiles let Chris help him into the tub, sinking into the steaming water with a happy sigh.
Only a few seconds later, Chris turned the faucet off. He ran a wet hand through Stiles’ hair, leaning over the tub to kiss his forehead.
”Are you gonna get in with me, Daddy?” Stiles asked, voice soft and sweet in that way only Peter or Chris ever had the chance to hear.
”Not tonight, baby.” Chris pecked his lips. “Gotta make sure you’re all nice and clean. If I got in there with you, we would both end up dirty.” He gave Stiles a wink and a smirk.
Stiles grinned back because it was true. If they were both naked in the tub together, there would surely be shenanigans.
Chris sat on the side of the tub for a few minutes rubbing his rough fingers against Stiles’ scalp, rinsing out the product until it was sure to dry soft and fluffy. Stiles let his eyes fall shut, tension seeping out of his shoulders and into the lilac colored water as his Daddy took care of him.
After a few minutes, Chris grabbed a washcloth and the gentle unscented soap they had both taken to using since moving in with a werewolf. “Let me have your arm, baby,” Chris instructed.
Stiles dutifully held out each limb as Chris asked, letting himself be scrubbed down and massaged in intimate detail. Chris was soaked in bathwater, and Stiles admired the way his wet shirt clung to his chest. “You’re all wet,” he pointed out, pouting slightly.
”Then it’s a good thing I’m about to get naked too, huh?” Chris grinned, reaching into the water to wash Stiles’ cock. The boy was already hard from all of the attention, and Chris let himself tease for a bit longer than necessary just to get a reaction.
A shirtless Peter sauntered into the bathroom just in time to catch a delicious moan, Stiles’ eyes fluttering shut as Chris washed his hole with two soapy fingers. ”I’ve got a towel in the dryer so it will be warm when he gets out,” he said, watching the pair with a hungry expression.
”Thank you, Alpha,” Stiles breathed, immediately distracted as one of those soapy fingers slipped inside of him.
Stiles was gripping the side of the tub with white knuckles, one knee hooked over the edge as Chris reached into the water to finger him. Peter thought the sight was just a little ridiculous, but certainly very hot.
“Is Daddy getting you nice and clean?” He asked.
”I think-“ Stiles cut himself off on a gasp, “I think Daddy is being dirty.”
Chris raised an eyebrow. “I’m just washing my little boy,” he said innocently. He must have dragged his fingers across Stiles’ prostate because the boy whined as he continued, “Gotta make sure every inch of you is nice and clean.”
” Alpha ,” Stiles immediately turned to the highest possible authority, “Daddy is teasing me.”
”Mhm,” Peter hummed thoughtfully. “And you think I wouldn’t right now? We haven’t had our baby boy naked and needy for us in over a week. I think we deserve to tease you as much as we want.”
”But I haven’t jerked off in like three days!” Stiles whined.
That had both men pausing, exchanging a glance. Stiles usually jerked off at least once a day if they didn’t have sex. He was young and horny. Peter always found it kind of cute. Had he really been so busy with exams that he hadn’t even had time to masturbate?
“In that case,” Peter licked his lips, “don’t let him come, Christopher. Let’s make him wait a little longer.”
Stiles let out a whimper that was nearly a sob.
Chris didn't let up on his teasing until there were tears at the corner of Stiles' eyes. He finished washing his boy and helped him out of the tub and into Peter's waiting arms with a warm fluffy towel fresh from the dryer. Stiles melted into the embrace as four strong hands dried him off and led him into the bedroom.
The toys were still on the bed, waiting. Stiles flushed at the sight of them, at the reminder of what he had gotten himself into.
A blindfold, rarely used, was folded next to their softest, gentlest paddle and a spool of silky rope. Stiles was the only one of the three of them that could handle ropes, and even then he usually preferred the padded set of cuffs. The vibrant blue coils were the ones they always used for his wrists and arms.
”Not yet, pup,” Peter pulled Stiles in for a kiss. “We’ll get to all that. I promise. But I know what you really need.” He trailed the tip of his finger along Stiles’ jaw to just under his chin. Instinctively, Stiles sank to his knees.
”That’s right. It’s been too long since I’ve had that pretty mouth of yours.” He stroked Stiles’ hair, gently urging him toward the bulge in Peter’s sweatpants.
Stiles needed no encouragement. He pulled the waistband down just enough to free Peter’s cock and balls and practically dove forward to wrap his lips around the head. Both of them moaned.
Stiles loved servicing his Alpha and his Daddy. Nothing helped to soothe him quicker than to slide a cock between his lips. His eyes would flutter closed and he would lose himself so quickly. His stamina was impressive, and often he would be so slow and lazy in his blowjobs that Chris or Peter would have to remind him to finish them off.
That wasn’t the issue this evening, with Stiles bobbing his head eagerly as he savored the warm weight of Peter’s cock on his tongue. His lips were already shiny and pink, and he was sure to be a drooly mess by the end of it. His own cock was already hard again, precum beading at the tip, but he didn’t even seem to care.
Peter and Chris had entertained each other during the week, and Chris had sucked Peter off the other night, but they both knew that nothing compared to Stiles.
”Sweet boy,” Peter praised. “Always know how to make your Alpha feel so good.”
Stiles always reacted well to positive reinforcement, and he hummed as he took Peter all the way to the base and nosed into the thick brown hair there.
”Baby loves having a cock down his throat,” Chris said, voice low and rough with arousal. He was watching from somewhere in the room Stiles couldn’t see, probably up to no good. That would be a problem for post-blowjob Stiles.
Peter took the reins from that point, winding his fingers into Stiles’ damp hair and guiding the boy on his cock, rough as he pleased because he knew Stiles could take it. He was eager to finish, knowing that there would be plenty of opportunities to come again before the night was over.
As much as he would have loved to mark his boy, to claim him and cover him in Alpha scent, Peter let Stiles swallow every drop because he had just gotten out of the bath. Chris wouldn’t appreciate another mess. Stiles pulled back after swallowing with glassy eyes and a wide, spit-slick smile. Peter tucked his cock back into his pants before kneeling down to nuzzle against Stiles’ temple.
”You were so good for me. How about we get you up on the bed so we can play with the special toys you picked out?”
Stiles went easily into Peter’s arms, curling against him as they sat on the side of the bed where Chris was already waiting with the blindfold in hand. He was still in his work pants, but the soaked shirt had disappeared while Stiles was on his knees. “Are you still okay with these, baby? Would you like to pick something else?”
“These are fine,” Stiles said, voice soft and slurred. He was probably too far gone to make any big decisions, but Peter always kept an eye on his scent and body language.
”Then how does this sound,” Chris knelt down so he was eye level with Stiles. “I’ll blindfold you and then use the ropes to tie your arms behind your back. Once you’re nice and comfortable, I’ll paddle you over my lap.”
Stiles nodded along, knowing that he had to listen to his Daddy during conversations like these.
”Would you like a certain number of spanks, baby?” Chris asked. He was watching Stiles closely, knowing that the moment he fastened the blindfold they wouldn’t be getting any more answers out of their boy.
Stiles shook his head. “Daddy can decide. I trust you.”
”Good job.” Chris leaned in for a quick kiss. “Anything you need before we start?”
Stiles turned to Peter, who was patiently watching the conversation. “One more kiss?”
Peter smiled. “Of course, darling.” He mirrored the kiss before situating Stiles properly on his lap so Chris could begin working with the ropes and the blindfold.
Stiles practically melted the second the fabric covered his vision. He only occasionally gave up any of his senses, but after the stressful week he’d had, all he wanted was to give up control. He knew that he could surrender to Chris and Peter and that everything would be fine.
Peter held Stiles still and upright while Chris positioned his arms behind his back and began the tie. He knew that Stiles opted for ropes over cuffs whenever he needed something more restricting, something safer. The cuffs could keep him still, keep him in place, but the ropes had a more complete effect.
Both Chris and Peter tested the ties once he was finished, and then it was easy to lay Stiles over Chris’ lap, head turned to the side and resting on a pillow as his endlessly long legs stretched across the rest of the bed. Every ounce of fight and snark had drained out of him, his usually restless energy tempered by the ropes and attention of his doms.
Stiles was kind of bony, but they had managed to learn what worked best for all of them. He whined softly when Chris began roughly kneading his pale cheeks, warming his skin and telegraphing his first few movements so Stiles would be prepared.
Peter handed over the paddle when prompted, leaned against the foot of the bed as he watched Stiles’ every move. His muscles were tensing with every second of mounting anticipation, and he clenched his fists when Chris brought his arm back. But Chris didn’t strike right away, waiting a few odd seconds before finally bringing the paddle down on Stiles’ skin.
The pained whimper felt louder than the crack of the paddle, Stiles’ jaw clenching as he bit back the sound. It always took a few hits for him to really give in, so Chris gave him a few seconds before bringing the paddle down again, harder this time.
” Daddy ,” Stiles cried out softly.
”Yes, baby?” Chris asked, swatting him again with a smirk.
But Stiles was beyond words, mumbling out titles on repeat as he let the pain bring him down. His skin was already turning a delicious pink, and Chris did a little creative paddling to bring out a lovely pattern of red stripes. Stiles was sniffling beneath the blindfold, clutching the pillow beneath him as he endured the onslaught of strikes.
”Just a few more,” Chris promised. “Can you do that for me?”
He waited until Stiles gave a distinct, unmistakable nod.
The next several hits were slower, easing Stiles down from the stinging pain. Chris praised him after every hit, running a rough palm over his back or through his hair.
The moment he set the paddle aside, Peter descended on Stiles. His instincts always went into overdrive when Stiles was in pain, even if it was the fun kind. “C’mere, pup. You did so well.”
Stiles let himself be handed off from Daddy to Alpha and back again as they wiped his tears that had escaped the blindfold from his cheeks and rubbed soothing cream onto his stinging ass, so beautifully warm and hot from Chris’ paddle. He drifted for several minutes before he felt fingers tugging at the ropes, working at the careful knots until Stiles was free.
The blindfold was pulled away and Stiles blinked into the dimness of the bedroom. He glanced down at the beautiful rope marks along his forearms and smiled wide.
“Thank you, Daddy,” he flung his arms around Chris, showering him in kisses. “I feel so much better now.”
”Is that so?” Chris raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Does that mean our little boy is all ready for bed now?” He punctuated his question by grabbing Stiles’ hips and digging his fingers into the fresh pink marks.
Stiles’ cock immediately remembered that he hadn’t come in three days and suddenly he was rock hard again. The abrupt change in his circulation left him almost dizzy. He shook his head in response to his Daddy’s question, whining as he realized just how needy he was.
”Pup needs his needy hole filled, doesn’t he?” Peter materialized behind Stiles, kissing at the junction of his neck and shoulder. “You wanna come on your Daddy’s cock?”
”Please,” Stiles whined. He always begged so pretty when he was this far down and needy.
”Why don’t you lay back baby and let us take care of you. You can come whenever you like, okay?” Chris adjusted his grip on Stiles’ thighs to be able to lift him.
They were able to prep him quickly thanks to Chris’ bath time teasing. He stretched Stiles on his fingers until he felt that it was downright cruel before slicking up his cock and sinking in to the hilt.
Stiles wasn’t going to last long at all. His stomach was covered with precome in mere minutes, and he let out the most delicious moans every time Chris angled his cock just right. He finally took pity on the poor boy and wrapped his hand around Stiles’ cock to jerk him off.
It took barely ten strokes before Stiles was arching off the bed and spurting come across his chest. Chris worked him through his orgasm, soothing and praising Stiles as he continued toward his own end.
He pulled out when he came, adding to the mess on Stiles’ stomach with a sly smile to Peter who’s eyes were gleaming red with possessive need.
”He’s all yours, Alpha,” Chris murmured teasingly.
Stiles, ever a good sport, was reaching for Peter with clumsy grabbing motions, trying to beckon his Alpha closer. He had let himself slip back under, giving in to the sensations and letting himself be cared for. He looked so free.
Peter couldn’t deny his pup anything, bending down to kiss the inside of Stiles’ knee as he hooked the boy’s ankle over a shoulder. “You’ve been such a good boy for us tonight,” he said, softer than he meant to. Stiles always made him softer than he wanted to be. It was only fair since he was giving so much of himself up to them.
Stiles reacted to the praise with a sweet moan, expression blissful. Chris, fed up with Peter’s snail pace, wrapped his arms around his husband from behind and lined Peter’s cock up for him to slip inside. “Don’t leave him waiting,” he chastised, kissing Peter beneath the ear.
The closeness of both of his betas stoked something deep and instinctual for Peter. His pack, safe in his den, happy and sated.
It took another teasing nudge from Chris before Peter actually began to fuck Stiles properly. He wanted to leave his baby boy wrecked and exhausted, driving all of the worry and stress from him with harsh rolls of his hips. Chris didn’t help with his wandering hands and scratchy kisses as he watched Peter’s cock stretch Stiles open again and again.
”I think baby wants your knot,” Chris whispered, just loud enough for Stiles to hear. The words immediately kickstarted a litany of begging from the sweet boy, and Peter knew he was being played. His shift pulled forward of its own volition, and he had to adjust his grip so he didn’t prick Stiles with his claws.
Peter couldn’t deny Stiles anything when he begged so prettily, especially not when he made such perfect sounds as the swell of Peter’s knot caught his rim on every thrust.
He tipped forward when he came, blanketing Stiles with his body and rutting into him as his knot locked into place. He buried his face into Stiles’ neck and felt like he could practically get high off the rush of endorphins in the boy’s scent.
“Peter,” Chris said firmly, pulling him out of his daze, “don’t fuck him on your knot.”
Oh. He hadn’t even realized that he was still trying to fuck Stiles, that those beautiful whimpers right by his ear were best left for another night. It took all of his control to finally still his hips, resting inside the boy and growling with every breath.
Both he and Stiles were incapacitated, so Chris took over for a few moments. He fetched a warm cloth from the bathroom to wipe up as much of the mess as he could, carefully checking over Stiles to make sure he wasn’t hurt in any way he didn’t like. Peter cradled the limp mess of gangly limbs into his arms before sliding into bed and pulling the soft sheets over both of them.
”I don’t think he’s coming back up tonight,” Chris whispered as he climbed into bed with them.
”Good,” Peter hummed. He felt a swell of pride at knowing he’d done so well. His wolf was insufferable about it.
Chris rolled his eyes. Alpha instincts . But he couldn’t say he was much better. He liked the sight of Stiles nestled between them, flushed pink and shining with sweat. He shivered slightly, and Chris curled in closer, running his rough palm over Stiles’ pale skin littered with fading scars.