Cock-to-Cock
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Friend or foe? Packmate or werewolf? Safety and security or excitement and danger?...Good or evil?
Unfortunately, not all choices are black and white, and sometimes heroes and monsters lurk where they don't belong.
As supernatural forces loom large and threaten to destroy his pack, Isaac has a choice to make: Stiles or Ethan?
Plot-heavy, slow burn Isaac/Ethan & Isaac/Stiles love triangle set against a backdrop of supernatural danger and suspense. Set after 3A and diverges completely.
Ch 62: Race Ya
“Take me upstairs and fuck me,” Stiles said as he broke the kiss and bounced in Isaac’s arms. “My ass isn’t sore anymore.”
“So you want it to be again?” Isaac asked with a ragged laugh.
Stiles nodded – fucking nodded. “You wouldn’t believe how many times I jerked off yesterday because I could feel what you had done to me, how many times I played with my hole because it was still wet with your cum.”
“We don’t have much time,” Isaac said as he turned and raced up the stairs with Stiles in his arms.
“I’ll fucking race you to see who can get off first once you’re inside me.”
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Liam eased the door open, and a tsunami of pheromones slammed into his face. He knew instantly that Theo hadn’t cleaned up his cum after all. It was thick and wet in the air, not muddled by a wad of tissues. He moaned as his eyes landed on a large, black cylinder lying on its side on a towel in the middle of Theo’s bed.
Oh my god, Theo has a Fleshlight!
He almost came in his hand as he stared at the glistening creamy trail that dribbled out of the silicone hole and onto the navy blue bath towel Theo had spread beneath the toy. Their shared bathroom was at the end of the hall. Theo must have been planning to wait until Liam left or went to sleep to go wash it out.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He squatted and stared into the wet opening. His stomach was tight with need, and his cock quivered between his legs as he hovered his face closer and took big lungfuls of his roommate’s intoxicating release.
Don’t do it. Don’t do it. Don’t do it.
Liam trailed the tip of his index finger through the thick line. It was warm. It had just been inside Theo’s body. He smeared it across his top lip, coating the two-day stubble under his nose.