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The trio had managed to get their libido’s in check long enough to finish lunch prep and eat. The air was filled with a particular energy but they chattered about mundane things for the time being. Once satisfied Stiles called up his dad, knowing he’d have to check in sooner or later anyway, and it was better that they have this particular talk now.
It only took two rings for the sheriff to pick up, Stiles seated on the couch whilst Peter and Chris cleaned the kitchen to give him an air of privacy. As pointless as it was with Peter’s hearing, Stiles appreciated it all the same.
“Hey Kiddo, what’s the update?” His dad greeted, immediately down to business.
“Hey dad. I’m good, all better. Peter and Chris are miracle workers.” He chuckled to himself and heard Peter snort in the kitchen.
“That’s great!” His dad sighed in relief, “Do you know when you’ll be able to get back? I’ve been holding off Scott but…”
Stiles winced. He’d picked up his phone to multiple missed calls from everyone, choosing to ignore them in favour of calling his dad instead.
“What does he want?” He asked, side stepping the home question for the moment.
“Those witches didn’t leave, seemed to be making comments about you. Told Scott it served him right for abandoning you and leaving you cursed.”
Stiles snorted, “Damn daddio, tell it to him straight huh?”
“Of course. He can deal with his shit himself.” There was a pause, and before Stiles could talk, John continued. “You’re not coming back, are you?”
It wasn’t even so much a question, and that’s what made Stiles really stop and take a deep breath.
“How did you…”
“I’m a cop, son I may have been oblivious to all the supernatural shit for years, but I know what it looks like when my son is both in love and wanting to run away. You’ve had that look for a few years now, it was only a matter of time.” He chuckled, and Stiles’s eyes watered.
“I can’t do it anymore dad,” He told him wetly, “Peter and Chris asked me to stay and I said yes, I feel safe and at home here and I know I haven’t even been here a full day but I just can’t…”
“It’s okay, Stiles. Honestly I was worried when you came back after leaving uni. I thought then you’d be done with Beacon Hills, that maybe you’d find a normal job in the city and I’d be visiting you there, maybe even moving myself to join you. You looked so destroyed when you came home, I could tell it was crushing you.”
“I think I was in denial, I thought leaving was wrong and that Scott needed me and that going away had been the wrong choice. I just wasn’t ready to admit it. I don’t think I was ever capable of living a normal, no supernatural bullshit life though.”
His dad hummed thoughtfully, “You’ll stay in contact?”
“Every day if I have to,” He promised.
“They’ll keep you safe, and won’t let you come running back when Scott inevitably fucks up?”
The phone was plucked from his hand by Peter, who winked at him and answered his dad for him.
“You have our word Sheriff, we’ll care for him, there’s nothing he’ll ever want for that we won’t provide him.” Peter was so sincere that Stiles’s heart clenched. Gods he was so in love with these men.
After a few moments of conversation, Peter handed the phone back to Stiles.
“You know kid, this wasn’t really what I had in mind when I thought of you settling down and starting a home of your own. But I guess that’s why it’s your life, not mine. I’m proud of you for making this decision for you.” And those words from his dad broke the dam finally and fully as he let out a wretched sob.
In moments he was bracketed by Peter and Chris, holding him and rubbing his back.
“I love you dad, I really am doing this for me. You’ll visit right?” He promised between tears.
“Just try to keep me away. You tell those boys of yours that I have wolfsbane bullets and I know how to use ‘em, alright?” His father teased, voice betraying his own tears that Stiles could hear.
“They know” He sniffled, rubbing his eyes, “I’ll call you later to work out what to do with the rest of my stuff yeah?”
His dad answered affirmative, and they spoke for a little longer until both father and son were calm and laughing once more, then the call was over.
Stiles sighed and leaned into Chris, Peter following and pressing a kiss to his forehead. It was so final. So… just… he couldn’t think of the words to put to it, but it felt good where leaving for university hadn’t.
“We’re proud of you baby,” Chris praised him, hand softy pressed against his hip under his shirt. It was comforting in a way he hadn’t experienced before and he eagerly sunk into it.
Stiles smiled and tilted his head up in a silent invite, one that Chris was quick to take, kissing him with his own smile. It was softer than earlier, but wonderful all the same.
“I could watch that all day,” Peter grinned, hand on one of Stiles’s bare thighs.
The touch reminded him of their earlier tension, the heat quickly pooling through his veins once more. He turned his head to catch Peter in a kiss, and in a wicked fit of confidence, pushed the man back to straddle him and dominate the kiss.
Peter moaned under him, hands sliding to cup his ass and hold him firm against him. He pushed for control of the kiss and won when Peter let out an honest to gods whimper that had sparks shooting straight to his cock.
“Damn Baby,” Chris murmured, watching and getting closer so he could press his lips to Stiles’s neck and suck in a possessive mark.
Stiles’s hips jerked at the sensation, letting out his own moan as his ass rocked over what he could feel to be an impressive half hard length under him. His own was straining against Peters taught stomach and begging for attention already. Peter rolled his hips up against Stiles and he broke the kiss to pant, whining when Chris sucked a little harder before pulling back from his neck.
“Let us take care of you, love, hmm? What do you say?” Chris rumbled in his ear, hands placed on both of Stiles’s hips lightly.
“Yeah, Yes, please” He nodded enthusiastically, then moaned when the hands on his hips gripped hard enough to bruise and helped grind him against Peters cock.
Peter’s head fell back against the couch as he let out a drawn out curse, tendons in his neck straining with it. Stiles didn’t hesitate to lean forward and latch onto that thick neck with his teeth, revelling in the way Peter responded once more, then laved over it with his tongue like a mocking apology.
“Look at our baby, Peter” Chris ordered, pulling Stiles’s head and body back a bit so they could see the way the shirt he was wearing- Peters shirt- had a wet patch right over the straining tip of his cock.
“Sweetheart” Peter’s voice was tinted with awe, the palm of his hand moving to rub him through the shirt and boxers.
Stiles gasped, breath hitching higher, hands clenching on Peters shoulders.
“Why don’t we move this to the bedroom? Get him all ready and pliant for us?” Chris was talking to Peter, not him, and his cock jerked at the way they spoke about him and not to him, deciding for him, caring for him.
He found himself swept into Peters arms, following Chris upstairs in a situation much closer to what he’d been daydreaming about when he’d been carried up when he first arrived. He made himself busy, clinging to Peter and sucking marks into the Wolf’s neck. They vanished a moment later but it just meant he got to do it over and over again until Peter was breathing harder and digging his fingers into Stiles’ skin. Once they reached the room he was dropped onto the bed, cheeky grin splashed over his face.
“Brat” Peter grumbled, crawling on top of him, only to allow Stiles to roll on top of him a moment later. Stiles whined when Chris got a handful of his hair and tugged him upright, straddling Peter right behind Stiles and pulling him up until they were back to chest.
Peter watched intently, following Chris’s hand down Stiles’s body, then back up as Chris removed the shirt from Stiles completely.
“Fuck” The wolf muttered, eyes flashing red.
Stiles’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Now when did that happen?” He asked, voice still breathless Chris made a show of running his hands over Stiles’s chest.
“About 2 months ago, it’s why he didn’t come back to Beacon for a visit with me this time around, not that Scott or Derek even noticed our bonds cut off from them,” Chris answered for Peter, fingers pinching Stiles’s nipples.
His back arched and he gasped. He’s always been ridiculously sensitive there.
“B-but I still have bonds with you-you both” He managed, grinding his hips back against both Chris and Peter’s cocks from his vantage point.
“Mm, and I wonder when you lost the pack bonds to everyone else?” Chris chuckled, pressing his front harder against Stiles. “Sensitive boy.”
Stiles shivered and blinked.
Chris was right, he had lost the bonds with the others. They’d faded out, and not within only the past week either. How had he not noticed?
“Realised you were ours as soon as I became an Alpha again.” Peter growled, fingers tight on Stiles’s thighs.
And yeah, that made sense.
“I-i want that story later I swear but right now- fuck- touch me” He groaned, head falling back on Chris’s shoulder.
Peter growled in response to Stiles’s bared neck, eyes hard on the mark already adorning it from Chris.
Chris smirked over Stiles’s shoulder at him, and gripped a fistful of Stiles’s hair to shove him forward over the wolf again, head tilted right at Peter’s mouth so the other could suck in a matching mark with a pleased rumble.
Their control over him was dizzying, so delightful and better than all the lonely nights he’d imagined it.
“You know what I think? I think we should put Peters mouth to good use” Chris mused lowly to Stiles, bent over him, watching Peters eyes roll back. “Let him show you how good he can be whilst I stretch you open, make him watch and wait for his turn as I ruin you for anyone but us.”
Stiles moaned, he was so on board with that plan he couldn’t even put
it into words.
Chris chuckled, pulling him back by the hair once more.
“Up baby, gotta get these off” He guided, tugging at the waistband of Stiles’ boxers.
Stiles let him peel him free of the last item of clothes, Peter watching keenly until he was naked, then the pair pushed him up until his knees were on either side of Peter’s head, his hands on the headboard as Peter licked a stripe up the underside of his cock.
He moaned again. He’d never really been that much for noise when he’d been experimenting in university, but these two, gods these two had him wrecked.
Pushed forward as he was gave Chris access to his ass, and distracted by Peter’s mouth sinfully wrapping around his tip, he completely missed Chris slicking his fingers until they were running over his perineum and teasing his entrance. The wet pads of his fingers massaged in slow, teasing circles whilst the ex-hunter murmured encouraging words to him, teasing words, indecent things that flared down his spine and made him so hard he felt like sobbing. Between their attention, the way Peter watched him whilst sliding that hot hot mouth down his cock, the way Chris’s finger edged into him before retreating, there was no way he could stay still.
This was only furthered when, a moment later, Peter was encouraging his hips to move, pulling his cock deeper into his mouth and Chris was fucking helping.
“Benefits of werewolves? He likes it rough baby,” Chris pressed his free palm to the centre of Stiles’ lower back, “He likes his throat fucked, and he wants his baby to give it to him now.”
Peter growled, a warbled sound around Stiles’ cock, and nodded, and Stiles removed a hand from the headboard to tangle in Peter’s hair and do exactly that. The sensation of his tip hitting the back of the wolf’s throat, the way the older man whined for it and his eyes flashed red again, was all so intoxicating. Stiles, breathless, felt drunk off it. Off the white hot pleasure rushing his system like electricity in a live wire.
Chris finally pushed one of his long, calloused fingers into him fully and Stiles choked out the most pathetic sound he’d ever made in his life, roughly fucking into Peter’s mouth and getting answering moans. Peter looked like he had reached bliss, and panting, Stiles did it again and again until Peter was as much of a wreck as Stiles felt. He tugged his hair hard just to hear him whine, to hear Chris groan and encourage it and to finger him harder and deeper.
The give and take made him feel close, but Chris pulled him away from Peter’s mouth, the stretch having gone from one to three fingers and then emptied once Stiles was deemed ready enough.
“Fuck, please,” He hissed mindlessly.
He was moved off Peter completely, pressed onto his back on the bed next to him, Chris looming over him between his spread thighs.
“I think you can do better than that Sweetheart,” Chris teased his freed cock at Stiles’s entrance, Peter’s hand dragging down his chest to right above his cock to pin Stiles to the bed so he couldn’t move.
“Come on Stiles, you can beg for us can’t you darling?” Peter sounded as wrecked as he’d looked, but always so smug about it anyway.
Stiles’ heart was running a marathon in his chest. He was so hard that their words made him feel like he could cum from nothing but that and it was driving him closer to the edge of insanity.
“Please please, I need to feel you, please fuck me,” He begged breathlessly, cheeks and chest flushed red with embarrassment and arousal. If he survived this he was definitely never leaving the bed again.
Chris smirked, grasping Stiles’ chin in his hand and looking over his glassy eyes and heaving chest with satisfaction.
“Good boy,” He praised and then he was pushing in, and Stiles was falling apart, back arching, hips pinned by both of them, a strangled cry falling from his lips.
“Gods you sound gorgeous sweetheart, so pretty for us, so good for us,” Peter was whispering in his ear as Chris sank into him, “Can’t wait to watch you cum on Chris’s cock, we want to hear you screaming for us, be as loud as you want to. No one else is going to hear you anyway.”
And that should sound threatening but instead it was melting him, leaving him writhing with tiny sounds of pleasure escaping him. He always did get a bit hot under the collar when danger was threatened, especially when it was from one of the men back when he was still too young to be glanced at twice.
Peter seemed to pick up on it, always so observant, and was quick to latch onto it as the thick, long cock inside him bottomed out, paused, then started the exhilarating drag back out, almost all the way, then right back in. It dragged very slightly over his prostate with each movement, ramping the volume of the noise he was making up just a little each time.
“We could do anything we want to out here with you darling, no one around for miles to hear you beg for us. To continue, to stop, to slow down. You’d like that wouldn’t you? For us to keep using you even when you’re too sensitive to remember your own name?” Peters voice was low, toned with a growl of his wolf so close to the surface, his eyes downcast to what he could see of Chris’s cock disappearing into Stiles.
Stiles couldn’t help but watch his enraptured gaze, listen to the growled promises and threats.
“Fuck!” He choked out when Peter’s hand pressed harder on his lower stomach like he could feel Chris’ cock through his skin. And maybe he could, maybe Stiles was losing his mind so much that he just couldn’t tell the difference anymore himself, especially when Chris’s hips tilted and snapped right into his prostate and heat rushed up his spine. Stiles let out a yell and moaned their names.
“That’s it baby, take what you’re given,” Chris growled out, strained, moving harder and faster.
Stiles could feel the drag inside him, the friction and heat, the wetness combined of pre-cum and lube and he felt positively delirious.
Peter caught his lips in a rough kiss filled with tongue and teeth. Sharp teeth that nicked the inside of his lips. He whined and pressed harder into the kiss that hurt so good. He couldn’t remember, in that moment, which way was up or down. His head was spinning, pleasure rushing over his body, bringing him closer and closer.
“You’re gonna cum untouched baby, right here like this. If you can do that, then I’ll let Peter have you next,” Chris was panting harder now, pounding into him with deadly accuracy that was starting to lose pattern and turn to wild abandon.
Peter went back to murmuring in Stiles’ ear, this time with a hint of desperation mixed in, his hard cock pressed against Stiles’ hip, still dressed in his boxers for the moment until they’d inevitably find themselves across the room with Stiles and Chris’.
“Come on sweetheart, show us how good it feels hmmm? Cum on Daddy’s cock so I can ruin you as well. Be a good boy for us darling, I know you can. Let us fucking ruin you, let us own you.”
And that was what did it, the filth pouring from Peter’s mouth, sending the rush of release forward, yelling their names amongst desperate high pitched noises. His eyes shut tight as the room spun, his head in the clouds of pleasure like he was tipsy. His legs shook, clenched around Chris’s hips as his insides gripped onto Chris’ cock and dragged him into orgasm with him.
“Fuck, so tight baby,” Chris choked out, hips stuttering and stilling after thrusting forward one last time and filling Stiles with his spend. His fingers had definitely bruised his hips and thighs, but they gentled now, rubbing over the skin as they breathed heavily and let themselves shiver through the aftershocks for a moment.
Peter’s hand moved, dragging up through the mess of cum splattered up Stiles’s chest, spreading it before making sure Stiles was watching as he brought it to his mouth and cleaned his hand with his long pink tongue. Stiles clenched around Chris again at the sight, having the man groaning and carefully withdrawing from Stiles.
Peter was quick to take the abandoned place, smirking at Stiles who went to protest anything happening so soon but didn’t get the words out as Peter hauled his legs over his shoulders and sucked a mark into the upper inner area of his thighs.
Stiles gasped for air, head tilting back at just how much more sensitive everything felt post orgasm. Chris chuckled, now laid beside him, the opposite side to where Peter had been, and distracted Stiles with a deep and slow kiss. Peter took advantage of the distraction to sink his tongue into Stiles’s ass, having him cry out immediately. The sound was swallowed up by Chris, who grabbed and pinned his hands to the bed above his head.
“What did he tell you baby?” Chris purred, “we’re not stopping even if you beg. Peter will know if you really want to stop, but until then you’re going to keep being so pretty and good for us.”
“Fucking fuck” Stiles whined, trying to squirm but stuck between them as Chris dipped his head to suck marks all over his neck and shoulders and Peter ate him out like he couldn’t get enough of the taste of Chris and Stiles combined.
Soon enough he was babbling nonsensically, almost fully hard again which surprised even him as his past hookups had always been a one time thing before his bed partners had dipped. Sure he was still young but this felt almost embarrassing. It probably would have been if it didn’t feel so fucking good.
Chris’s fingers added another layer of pleasure, playing with his nipples and driving them to puffy red sensitivity overload by the time Peter had pulled back enough to slick up his cock. He wasn’t as long as Chris but from what Stiles could see he was thick. He was more than ready to feel the burn of another stretch, it felt like all the blood in his body was solely in his dick along with his thought process.
“Peter Please,” He whined, barely coherent and oh so exposed under the predatory gaze from the wolf, “Please fuck me too, driving me crazy please I can’t-“
“I’ll take care of you sweet boy, don’t even worry,” Peter promised a little mockingly, “Listen to our boy Chris, he’s so desperate, knew he had this side to him.”
Chris chuckled, strong fingers squeezing Stiles’s wrists a little harder, other hand dragging his nails down his chest to wrap firmly around the base of his cock.
“Go on then, I heard him, our boy needs another fucking. Give it to him Peter.” They watched Peter’s eyes flash, and then he was guiding his cock into Stiles and snapping it the rest of the way in without pause.
Unlike Chris’s gradual build in pace and gentle roughness, Peter was just rough. Stiles cried out, struggling against Chris’s pinning, not even sure if he was trying to get away from them or get more. He was so overwhelmed with pleasure he couldn’t remember anything other than the feeling of them destroying him.
“You can take it baby,” Chris encouraged softly, “You sound so pathetic, it’s wonderful.”
And hey, there was a kink Stiles didn’t know he had, and didn’t have time to process either. He whined louder, then louder still when Chris’s hand smeared through the cum on his chest and the pre-cum dripping down his cock to wrap his hand around it properly and start jerking it in time with Peter’s rough thrusts.
“P-peter! Chris!” He babbled again, split between shutting his eyes and letting himself be washed away with pleasure, and watching the two work in tandem to get him off for the second time.
“You gonna cum again baby?” Peter snarled, eyes glowing red and staying red as he devoured the sight of Stiles coming so utterly undone for them.
“Y-yes!” He writhed, trying to fuck himself back against Peters thrusts and into Chris’s fist more and chasing the pleasure building for the second time, helpless in a way he couldn’t get enough of.
“Cum.” It was an order, the way Chris said it, and a demand the way Peter said it in sync with him.
But both felt identical when they hit Stiles like a spell and this time he thought he was going to black out, eyes shut tight, mouth falling open with a wild cry.
Peter fucked him through it, drove it longer and longer, till he was shaking and squirming and trying to wriggle away because it felt so good and it was too much and neither of them were letting up. It was almost a relief when Peter came to his oversensitive broken cries and Chris let his cock go.
He let his eyes stay shut as Peter pulled out of him, and someone scooped him into their arms, cooing to him about how wonderful and perfect he was.
He floated in that post orgasm bliss for longer than he thought possible, only really coming to when he realised he was being held up between them in the shower. His legs were useless Jelly, so he didn’t bother trying to stand himself up, only huffed out a soft laugh and buried his face further into the chest of whoever was primarily holding him.
“Hey baby,” Peter cooed, kissing his forehead.
“Mmmm Hi,” He mumbled back.
The wolf chuckled, and he could hear a soft conversation going on between his men, his men, and then Chris was washing him and they were drying him and carrying him off to a clean bed.
He didn’t really come back online until they were tucked into the bed, running gentle hands over his skin under the covers, soothing as opposed to sexual. He hummed and lifted his head back a little to blink up at them.
They smiled, adoration easy to read, the pairs of vastly different blue eyes looking at him with so much love it felt like true bliss.
“You back with us baby boy?” Peter asked quietly.
“I think so, or you’ve both killed me.”
They snickered at him and he grinned and wiggled his toes.
“How are you feeling?” Chris drew his gaze, ever so sweet.
“Good, like really good. Stress free in a way I haven’t been since mom was alive, I think,” He admitted quietly.
He still had such a long way to go, but being away from Beacon Hills with these two, with everything he’d wanted for years, his freedom and his life, and all that had just happened, he felt like it was the best re-start he could have been given.
He still had things to deal with, to resolve, to look into. But right now he felt like he was in the best possible safety bubble, all his problems were dulled, and he felt excited to see where his future was about to go.
Yeah, he was finally free, and he was happy to give himself to Peter and Chris, to those who believed.