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Stiles wakes up with a yawn and hums when he finds himself still pressed between Jordan and the couch. Smiling, he runs his fingers along the man’s chest, admiring the muscles that quiver beneath his touch.
A second later, the hellhound shifts and blinks his eyes open. He glances around before his gaze finally lands on the spark beside him.
“Hey,” he murmurs, his voice rough and gravely from sleep.
“Hey, yourself,” Stiles replies with a grin. “How did you sleep?”
“Like a rock,” the deputy grins. “It may have something to do with the mind-numbing orgasm that I had beforehand though,” he grins.
Chuckling, Stiles sits up and slides over the hellhound. Making his way to Jordan’s kitchen, he snaps his fingers and conjures up a platter of food that he sets on the table. “I wonder how that could have happened,” he replies with a wink.
Smiling, Jordan stands to his feet, foregoing retrieving his clothes as he moves to join Stiles at the table. Just as he is about to sit down, Stiles turns to him and falters.
Seeing this, Parrish pauses. “Are you ok?”
The spark says nothing for a second before nodding. “Yeah, uh…don't worry about it.”
“Well now I’m going to worry more,” Parrish chuckles. “Stiles…tell me, what’s going on.”
“There…there was something I wanted to try, but I don't know how you would feel about it.”
Frowning, Parrish steps forward and rests his hand on Stiles’ shoulder. “Stiles, I didn't know how I would feel about you fingering me,” he admits. “But now I know I love it,” he assures the spark. “So just tell me what it is.”
Taking a breath, Stiles turns to the hellhound. “I kinda wanted to see what it would be like to feed you the food.”
Jordan says nothing for a moment before smiling as he slowly kneels down, resting his hands on his knees, his gaze never leaving Stiles’.
The spark sucks in a breath of shock before smiling as he sits down in the chair, reaching out and plucking one of the pieces of the fruit and holding it to Jordan’s mouth. Slowly, the hellhound cranes his neck to wrap his lips around the fruit, his gaze never leaving Stiles’.
The spark hums, his breath catching and his heart beating faster in excitement as he watches Jordan suckle on his finger, cleaning the digit of the fruit juice.
“Holy…shit,” he breathes, earning a smile from the hellhound who continues with his task.
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Noah frowned as he answered the door, he hadn't been expecting company, and because of this fact, he had decided to relax in nothing but a pair of worn sweatpants and an old tank top. His socked feet padded against the floor as he crossed from the living room to the front door. Opening it, he is pleasantly surprised to find Chris Argent on the other side.
“Uh…sheriff,” Chris greets as he takes in the sight of Noah in his current attire. “Good evening,” he says.
Noticing how the other man continues to rake his gaze down his body, Noah can't help but smiles as he lifts his hand to rest his forearm against the doorway. “I have a feeling this is business that shouldn't be discussed in public, so why don't you come inside,” he says before stepping aside and letting the hunter step past him.
Entering the house, Chris does what he can to collect himself.
“So what can I help you with?” he hears Noah ask from behind him as he closes the door.
“I came to offer my assistance to the sheriff’s department whenever you guys get a case that…doesn’t seem quite normal,” he answers…only to yelp as a hand grabs his arm and turns him around, while being pushed backwards at the same time.
He gasps as his back connects with the wall. He falters when he finds Noah smirking back at him. “Really? Because it looks to me like you need help with this …” Noah says as he lowers his hand to rest it on Chris’ crotch. “...more,” he grins before he slowly lowers himself to his knees, his eyes locked with Argent’s. The hunter can only stand there and watch as the sheriff kneels before him and opens his fly before fishing out his cock. With a hum, Noah leans forward and takes it into his mouth, drawing a moan from Chris.
“Holy shit,” Chris groans as the sheriff swallows his down, taking every inch of his cock down until it presses against the back of his throat.
Reaching down, Chris cards his fingers through Noah’s hair for a moment before tightening his grip and proceeding to fuck the man’s face, relishing the surprised grunt that escapes Noah’s stretched wide lips before it melts into a low moan.
“Fuck,” the hunter groans before glancing down at the sheriff. “You like that?”
The other man gives another low hum as he bobs his head with even more until Chris is groaning, his grip on Noah’s hair tightening.
The sheriff pulls off and smiles up at the hunter. “As much as I'm enjoying this, I would much prefer…a more comfortable venue,” he grins. “With fewer clothes.”
Chris stares at the man, briefly wondering just where this side of Noah came from, but instead of dwelling on it, he decides to smile and nod, accepting the gift for what it was. Helping Noah to his feet, he lets the other man lead him upstairs to the bedroom.
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Derek sets his keys on the counter as he steps inside Danny’s home. Toeing out of his boots, he moves into the living room where he finds the younger man sitting on the couch, wrapped up in blankets, his legs stretched out to rest on the coffee table in front of him.
“Hey, Der,” he greets.
Derek nods in greeting as he moves to sit beside the witch, unable to fight the smirk that spreads across his lips when Danny flicks his wrist, causing a blanket to fly out of the hall closet and cover him.
“You know I naturally run hot, right?” he asks.
“Shut up and let me take care of you,” Danny chuckles.
The werewolf smiles and nods, relaxing into the warmth as Danny shifts their blankets until he feels the flesh of Danny’s arm rest against his own. A second later Danny rests his head in the crook of his neck and hums.
The closeness at one point would have both annoyed and scared Derek, even he could admit that to himself, but now…after spending some time with Danny, he had grown used to the younger man’s touch, part of him even going so far as to crave it. It was because of this, that he no longer flinched away from the younger man, instead he mirrors the witch and leans into his touch.
They sit in silence for a while as the movie plays on the television until finally Danny speaks.
“You’re more relaxed,” he notes aloud. “More relaxed.”
“What do you mean?” Derek asks.
“You took your boots off,” Danny explains. “You don't even do that in your own loft.”
Derek falters as he realizes that Danny is right.
“Not only that, but you didn't flinch at my magic, sure, I'm no spark like Stiles, but non-magic users are usually on edge when we use our powers,” he shrugs.
Derek is quiet as he thinks for a moment before shrugging. “My wolf and I feel…calm around you…anchored.”
He feels Danny shift and turn to face him, but he keeps his gaze on his lap.
“And you’re ok with that?”
Derek pauses and nods. “It's nice…being around you,” he says. “My wolf…my wolf responds to you.”
“Responds to me how?” Danny asks in confusion.
Letting out a sigh. “Its… It's hard to explain,” Derek admits. “But it wants to please you,” he says before finally turning and meeting the witch’s eyes.
“And what do you want?” Danny asks as he moves to straddle Derek’s lap, wrapping his arms around the alpha’s neck. “I mean…we’re dating, yeah, but this sounds like a bit more than that,” he says.
Holding Danny’s gaze, Derek takes a breath. “I trust you,” he replies. “I’ve never the same way I feel with you, with anyone…ever,” he admits.
“I'm flattered,” Danny grins. “But that doesn’t answer my question.”
“I want what you want,” Derek finally answers. “ I want to please you.”
Danny smiles and nods before leaning down and capturing Derek’s lips with his own.
The alpha easily melts into the kiss, momentarily faltering when Danny’s hands grip the back of his neck and gently squeeze as the witch’s tongue explores his mouth. Surprisingly, Derek feels himself ease into the subtle dominance of the younger man.
He gasps in surprise as Danny finally pulls away from him, a smile on his lips. “Good,” he says, earning a shiver from the alpha.
“Oh you like that?” Danny grins.
Derek holds his gaze as he gives a short nod.
“You want more?” the hedge witch asks.
Again, Derek nods.
“All you have to do is ask,” Danny tells him gently.
“Please…” Derek begins only to falter,
“Yes?” Danny asks, softly cupping the alpha’s chin with his fingers.
“Please…please let me be good for you,” Derek breathes.
The younger man smiles and once again brings their lips together.
This time, Derek lets Danny fully control the kiss, dominating his mouth, claiming it…claiming him …and surprisingly…it feels good.
When Danny pulls away, he smiles down at Derek. “Good boy,” he murmurs, relishing the shiver that runs down Derek’s spine.
“Thank you,” Derek murmurs.
Humming with a smile, Danny presses himself against Derek who relaxes into his embrace.
“We can discuss this more later,” he tells the werewolf. “But for right now, I just want to be here.”
Derek falters before smiling and humming as he nods and closes his eyes.