Please, be gentle. It's been a long time since I've written anything BDSM, and I'm no expert. I may turn this into a series if I get enough interest.
'Comfortable?' Derek asked gently.
Jordan nodded as best he could from his position with his head draped over the bottom of the bed and his limbs spread eagle and secured in place.
'You can speak to me lover boy,' Derek said using Jordan's old nickname. It made his heart kick and Derek obviously knew it because his smile widened, pure wolf.
'I am comfortable, yes, thank you,' Jordan said. Derek bent and kissed him gently, his fingers tangled in Jordan's hair.
'It's been a long time since we did this, you can use your safe words if you need to, no shame,' Derek said running his hand through Jordan's hair.
Jordan glanced across the room and swallowed when he spotted Stiles on his knees, head bowed, thick black collar around his throat. 'I won't need to,' Jordan said determined. Derek smiled and pressed another kiss to Jordan's lips before standing up and walking away.
Jordan closed his eyes and concentrated on the cool air, the soft leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles and that's when the sounds reached his ears, Derek was kissing Stiles. Jealousy tinged Jordan, but he tried to push it away. He and Derek had ended their relationship years ago on good terms. They had been good, in fact, they were perfect, and Jordan wanted Derek forever, but it wasn't the right time. It was only natural that Derek found someone else after they parted, there had been others for Jordan too but none had stuck. Derek, however, was in love with Stiles; a blind man could see it in the way he looked at the young man.
'Now, what am I going to have that beautiful mouth of yours do to keep it occupied?' Derek said. Stiles moaned but didn't speak. Footsteps came closer and then Stiles was beaming down at Jordan. Stiles wasn't jealous, he was happy and excited, and Jordan envied him that feeling.
'Derek, can I taste him,' Stiles said. His voice was rough from excitement.
'I don't know you'll have to ask Jordan. See he's feeling jealous and a little afraid that he won't get this again so he doesn't know what he wants,' Derek said. Jordan swallowed and felt that familiar fear curl in his gut.
'You promised me a playmate,' Stiles pouted.
'I did,' Derek said softly.
It was Stiles this time that bent, and all he did was press his cheek to Jordan's. 'You can taste all of me,' Jordan said. Stiles smacked a chaste kiss to Jordan's cheek, but his mouth was anything but chaste as he licked around Jordan's nipples and then kissed his way lower on Jordan's torso.
'Don't touch his cock, not yet sweetheart, he likes to be dripping and drooling before his cock gets any attention,' Derek said.
'Okay,' Stiles said.
'Only his cock is off limits Stiles, everything else is yours, but mouth only, no hands,' Derek explained. A few seconds later Derek laughed and then he squatted down and lifted Jordan's head into his lap. 'He's got a mouth made of sin and he's going to devour you,' Derek warned. Jordan swallowed, but the first pass of Stiles's tongue had him crying out.
'I'm gonna get him all dripping wet for you Derek, tongue his pink little hole until he's begging for more,' Stiles said.
'Did you hear that Jordan. Dripping. Wet.' Derek said as Stiles worked his hole in earnest, poking and prodding and- 'Stiles!' Derek snapped and both of them startled. 'I said no hands.'
'I wasn't I just needed to balance myself!' Stiles said. Derek moved slowly, placing Jordan's head so he was hanging upside down again and he stood up.
'Stiles,' Derek's voice was quiet.
'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to speak out of turn, I just want to be a good boy,' Stiles said. Jordan sucked his lip so he wouldn't smirk, he knew Derek's habits, and Stiles was about to get a punishment.
'Come over here,' Derek said and for a moment nothing happened. 'Stiles, if you don't come here now I'll be forced to have you sit out, is that what you want?'
'No sir,' Stiles said.
'Good. Now come over here,' Derek said. Stiles scrambled beside Derek and Derek used gentle hands to guide him so he was standing with his legs wide over Jordan's face. 'Bend over and place your hands either side of Jordan's waist. Good boy, now Jordan how many smacks should Stiles get?'
Stiles met Jordan's eyes, and for a moment time stood still. Jordan blinked up at Stiles and watched Stiles's mouth move asking for six. 'Ten.' Jordan said. Stiles gaped at him but Jordan merely winked, ignoring the slightly betrayed look Stiles gave him. Jordan held his breath and watched Stiles shiver.
'Good number lover boy, ten it is,' Derek said. Jordan could hear Derek's hand caress Stiles's skin. Anticipation grew so much that when Derek delivered the first blow both of them jumped.
'One,' Jordan counted aloud.
'Clever boy, you'll have to get a reward for this Jordan,' Derek said. Stiles closed his eyes, but Jordan didn't miss the hurt flash through them. Jordan didn't care, because right now Derek was praising him, and Jordan wanted to remind him how good he was. Later he would sooth Stiles's hurt feelings. Probably, depending on how long Derek let him hang around.
Jordan counted to ten, and Stiles kept quiet and accepted his punishment with slight jerks and closed eyes. When Derek finished he had Stiles display his bottom to Jordan. 'He looks beautiful sir,' Jordan said admiring the slight red tint as it marred pale flesh. Derek hummed and ran a large hand over Stiles.
'Perhaps you'd like to fuck him sometime,' Derek said. Jordan swallowed and met Derek's eyes, because when Derek said something like that out loud he meant it, and Jordan knew that Derek planned to do this again. He nodded before he remembered himself.
'Very much,' he said.
'Good. Stiles apologise to Jordan for interrupting his pleasure,' Derek said.
Stiles turned and fell to his knees. Jordan expected words but instead he got a soft kiss. Stiles tasted of salt, and he looked morose. Stiles hadn't been hurt by Derek, he was upset that Derek was disappointed and felt the need to deliver a real punishment. Jordan kissed him back, nipping gently at Stiles's top lip and dipping his tongue into Stiles's mouth. He was so focused on Stiles that he didn't notice Derek moving until hands were on his thighs.
'Just you two keep doing what you're doing,' Derek said and then Jordan moaned because Derek was eating his ass.
'Derek, sir,' Stiles asked lifting away from Jordan's mouth.
'Yes Stiles,' Derek said, but he didn't sound happy. Jordan worried that Stiles was on the verge of receiving another, harsher punishment.
'May I please play with Jordan's nipples,' Stiles's voice was quiet, and Derek didn't answer for so long that Jordan expected Stiles to receive that other punishment he anticipated.
'His nipples aren't as sensitive as yours sweetheart,' Derek said and Jordan swallowed, unsure if it was relief or disappointment. 'You can use the clamps but you need to be careful.'
'Thank you sir,' Stiles said.
'Give Jordan my thank you kiss and be a good boy now, let's see how far we can push him,' Derek said.
It was hot, and delicious. Derek worked methodically while Stiles experimented with different textures on Jordan's nipples, but he soon settled for light pinches and tender nips. Jordan moaned and wiggled, but he was secured well to the bed so he had very little leverage to escape them.
'Stiles, leave the clamps on sweetheart and come down here,' Derek said. Stiles did, leaving a kiss for each nipple before he crawled towards Derek. They kissed, and then Derek guided Stiles's mouth back to Jordan's hole. Stiles obeyed, licking and sucking until Derek pulled him away.
'Please sir,' Stiles said.
'What do you want sweetheart?' Derek asked as someone pulled Jordan's cheeks wide apart. He could imagine them both examining his hole, and when a fingertip touched him Jordan moaned out loud.
'I want to make him come,' Stiles said. 'With my mouth.'
Jordan groaned as the wet sounds of lips reached his ears. They were kissing again and gentle fingers prodded his ass, opening him further. He wanted to ask what Derek planned, but he knew better. Derek was a good gentle Dom but he expected trust, especially as Jordan should know better.
'Do you want to get fucked Jordan?' Derek asked.
'Yes please sir,' Jordan answered. Derek chuckled knowingly.
'And would you like Stiles to deep throat you while I fuck you?' Derek said wrapping a warm hand over Jordan's shin.
'Yes sir I would like that very much,' Jordan said. He was looking forward to Stiles mouthing him, Derek was right, Stiles had a talented mouth.
'Such a good boy,' Derek said bending to press his lips to the arch of Jordan's foot. Jordan hissed but then he could feel slick around his hole, and Stiles was working three fingers in using gentle circular motions. 'You're a good boy too,' Derek kissed Stiles and Jordan hummed because Stiles had just curled his fingers so. 'Maybe you could ride Jordan while I fuck him, huh, would you boys like that?'
Jordan swallowed and tried to look up but he'd been in this position so long that gravity worked against him. He closed his eyes and counted to three.
'When I ask a question Stiles I want an answer,' Derek scolded.
'I was waiting to see if Jordan spoke up,' Stiles said.
'I just want to come sir,' Jordan admitted. A beat of silence followed.
'I want to suck him off,' Stiles said. Derek must have kissed Stiles again, and then Stiles's fingers were being moved and the head of Derek's cock nudged at Jordan's hole. Once he was fully sheathed Stiles ducked and wrapped slick lips around Jordan's prick. Derek moved gently, setting a steady pace that touched all the right places and had Jordan's toes curling.
'Oh yes sir,' Jordan moaned. He was all liquid muscle being held in place by Derek's bonds, and the sensations overwhelmed him as the two of them worked him into a state of oblivion.
'When you want to come you can lover boy,' Derek said. He didn't even sound out of breath, yet Jordan could feel the strain in his lungs as he tried to gulp great mouthfuls of air. Stiles groaned, and his nose touched Jordan's pubes and he swallowed once, twice, and then spots danced in front of his eyes.
Jordan gasped and with a jerk of his hips spilled down Stiles's throat. Derek fucked him through it until he was whining and then Stiles must have been sucking Derek when Jordan came around because Derek grunted an old familiar sound and came, and Stiles chocked again.
'Good boy. Now help me with Jordan,' Derek said.
'But Stiles-' Jordan said but he was cut off by Derek's lips.
'Came when you did,' Derek whispered as Stiles worked on Jordan's ankles.
Soon Jordan was wrapped in Derek's arms, his head resting on Derek's chest. Stiles appeared with food and a large bottle of water, and together they fed Jordan and each other. After he'd had enough he watched Stiles set everything down on the nightstand and folded his hands in his lap. He looked young, now that Jordan examined his face, but Jordan knew different. He was nineteen, fresh and excited, and ready for the world.
'When you appeared at our door last night we didn't know what to think,' Derek said.
Jordan closed his eyes, yesterday had been a bad day, he'd had to use his firearm for the first time, and while it only wounded the suspect he was chasing in the arm it still hurt to think that he'd had the power to take a life. After the reports had been filed and Jordan had spoken with the sheriff he had made his way to the house Derek shared with Stiles, not sure of where else he would fit in. Derek had brought him in and treated him as if they had just finished a scene. When Jordan woke this morning Stiles was sitting on the bottom corner of the bed with his legs crossed reading while Derek showered. They shared a kiss when Derek came out, and Jordan had blatantly watched them, suddenly uncomfortable that he was in the middle of their big bed.
Derek's voice brought Jordan out of his memories. 'I'd told Stiles everything, of course, and sometimes he liked to tease me by talking about you in bed, he even found some of our old videos on my laptop.'
'I jerked off and got punished. Had to watch all three of them with my wrists cuffed behind my back,' Stiles pouted. Jordan smiled softly and Stiles shifted, looking from Derek to Jordan. It was clear he wanted to come closer but Jordan didn't reach for him, he had no idea what Derek was thinking, and that unnerved him, because he used to know Derek's habits inside out. When they used to play with someone Derek always sent them on their way and came back to Jordan with a smile and a long searing kiss but Jordan was the third wheel now and he wasn't being invited to leave.
'Stiles,' Derek said after a few heartbeats 'can you give us a little privacy, please.' Stiles's eyes widened and he nodded, clearly upset at being asked to leave the room. He reached for his clothes on the chair but Derek made a noise. 'Just my t-shirt.' Derek said. Stiles nodded again and bent over, treating them to a delicious view of his ass and balls hanging between his legs. He left the room quietly and Derek waited perhaps a full minute before he spoke.
'You can have all of this again, but you need to share. I can't give up Stiles. I love him too much. I remember what it's like to let someone I love go.' Jordan shifted. 'Stiles was keen for it to happen, to invite you to join us, but your cheeky punishment earlier has made him unsure.'
'He asked for six, I thought you might be upset that he was influencing me,' Jordan admitted.
'He always asks for six, it's ingrained in his head. I would have been pleased at the two if you communicating, perhaps punished both of you,' Derek said.
'I think I'd like to stay,' Jordan said.
'You don't need to live with us, not yet,' Derek said.
'I think I want to,' Jordan said.
'Okay. I only have one rule,' Derek said pressing his lips to Jordan's ear. 'And that's to share everything. If you want something, or need something, ask. And play with Stiles as much as you want, I promise you, you're going to love him. I've found he's good for the soul.'
'I should probably go find him,' Jordan suggested. He didn't want to, he wanted to stay here and bask in Derek's heat, but he needed to do this.
'I'll wait for you both here,' Derek said.
Jordan found Stiles looking out the window at the kitchen sink into the darkness of the garden, Derek's t-shirt hanging low beneath his ass. It was easier than Jordan expected to wrap his arms around Stiles. 'Thanks for the amazing blow job,' he whispered.
'I- it was no problem,' Stiles said.
'Derek asked me to stay, if it's alright with you I said yes,' Jordan said. Stiles turned in his arms.
'I knew he would ask,' Stiles said. 'I've been pushing him that way for months now.'
'Are you leaving?' Jordan asked.
'No, I just saw how he looked at you, I've never seen him looking at someone like that before, and I figured you'd make him happier than I could,' Stiles said. 'If he kept me, well, that was a bonus for me.'
'You fool, there is someone else he looks at like that,' Jordan said. 'You. You make him happy, and crazy, Stiles you make him smile,'
'I do?' Stiles asked.
'Come back to bed,' Jordan said. 'And lose the shirt; I want to see if he'll let me investigate your nipple piercing.'
'He will,' Stiles nodded full of confidence. When they got to the room Derek was dozing. He startled when they bounced onto the bed.
'One more thing,' he muttered rubbing a fist over his eye. 'You don't need to wait for me, or ask me unless I've specifically told you to.' Derek waved a hand around the room.
'Think that should be a standard rule for all of us,' Stiles agreed. Derek chuckled and kissed Stiles first, then Jordan.
'Get to know each other,' Derek said as he wiggled deeper underneath the duvet.
'With pleasure,' Stiles said rolling Jordan onto his back and pressing his wrists into the pillow, and Jordan let himself relax back into the warmth of his new family.