The thing about fishing your keys out of your pocket is that it's incredibly difficult while there is another person actively trying to lick and bite their way through your neck. Stiles knows it on an intellectual level, but he can't restrain himself. Parrish tastes like sweat and the promise of sex and a million other things that Stiles can't think of as he grinds his dick against Parrish's ass. He knows if he backs off a second and lets Parrish open the door they can get inside the deputy's place and fuck like proper consenting very horny adults, but he just can't, and he's learning to live with that.
"Stiles," Parrish pants out, "I thought you wanted to have sex with no clothes on, at the rate your going you're going to bust before I open my front door."
He's offended by that, there were a lot of things that Stiles doesn't have confidence in, but his staying power is not one of them. He'd gone through a lot of training to keep something embarrassing like prematurely ejaculating in his pants against the perfect ass of a hellhound deputy from happening to him. Well that example was probably a little too specific, but the general idea was there. He slides his hands around to the front of Parrish's jeans and dips his fingers barely under the waistband of his underwear, raking his nails through the light dusting of hair just above Parrish's dick.
"I came like less than a half hour ago from a hot as fuck dude giving me head in my rental car. I'm not going to come from getting to whatever base dry humping a guy who sucks your dick like a champ is."
Parrish makes this noise that's half chuckle and half desperate pant, and Stiles likes it so much he gets his other hand up under Parrish's shirt, thumbs at his nipple just to see if he'll make another interesting noise. He does, and he also drops the keys he'd finally gotten out of his pocket.
"Fuck," Parrish hisses, but he leans forward placing his hands on the door rather than kneeling to get the dropped keys.
"You aren't going to get those?" Stiles asks, rubbing Parrish's nipple between his thumb and finger.
"Stiles, if I get on my knees right now to get those I'm not getting up until I've had another taste of you."
He has no idea if Parrish really would blow him on the doorstep, but the thought is going to be something he's sure he masturbates to in the future. To be an accommodating and helpful person, Stiles crouches down and grabs Parrish's keys. It puts his face near Parrish's ass, and he swears to himself that this time, no matter what happens they are both going to be naked, and Stiles is also going to explore more of Parrish than he's had opportunity to in the past. With his tongue.
"Here," he says, and he holds up the keys for Parrish to take, but he places a few kisses on Parrish's ass. He was down there after all he might as well make the most of it.
Parrish groans, but he manages to get the keys from Stiles with shaky hands. Stiles starts undoing Parrish's shoelaces as the deputy tries to get the door unlocked.
"What are you doing?" Parrish asks, swearing under his breath as he tries to get the key in the lock.
Stiles finishes with one set of laces and moves to the other. "Multitasking. While you try to remember how doors work, I'm going to get some of the pre-undressing out of the way." Stiles gets back to his feet, reaching around Parrish and starting to undue his belt. "That way no matter what shenanigans you try to pull once we get inside; I'll be well on my way to getting you fully naked."
"You sound really fixated on this we must be fully naked this time thing. You know that right?"
"You make it sound like it's a bad thing for me to want to be able to fully enjoy your body, and also not die of heatstroke."
Parrish finally manages to get the door open, just as Stiles is unzipping his pants. He's pretty sure supernatural speed isn't one of the hellhound powers that Parrish has, but just like that he's left standing on the doorstep alone, and with an obvious erection. He glances around to see if anyone saw them trying to open the door, but there doesn't seem to be anyone else around. Out of habit he reaches down through the top of his jeans and boxers, pulling his dick upwards so it's at a better angle and tucks it into the waistband, adjusting his shirt to make sure he's covered.
"Could you stop jerking yourself off and get in here so I can do it for you?"
Stiles is about to respond, but it seems he isn't fast enough because Parrish reaches out the door, grabs the front of his shirt and yanks him inside. The door slams shut, and then Stiles is slammed against it. Not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to make an impression, one that Stiles's dick takes note of. It twitches where it's trapped in his waistband.
Parrish pulls Stiles into a bruising kiss, licking into his mouth and sucking at his tongue. His head's spinning a little bit because he thought he'd been pretty wound up, but Parrish seems ravenous. He wants to tell the deputy to lead them back to his bedroom, but before he can Parrish grips Stiles's shirt and starts pulling it over his head.
As soon as its off Parrish's eyes lock onto the head of Stiles's dick sticking out of the top of his pants, and Stiles gets that because if Parrish's dick was peeking out Stiles would probably already be on his knees. Which it seems is Parrish's plan because he's sliding down Stiles's body, trailing wet kisses and licks from Stiles's nipple to his stomach.
"No way, man. Unfair." Stiles's protest sounds super weak, even to himself.
Parrish laughs, then licks and sucks at the sensitive skin just under the tip of Stiles's dick. "It's unfair that I want to suck your dick again?" Parrish asks the question, but it doesn't seem like he's interested in waiting on an answer as he keeps kissing and licking.
"Y-you just," Stiles tries to get his brain working, but who was supposed to be able to think with their dick more or less in someone else's mouth. "My turn…"
"Give me one more," Parrish says, and it's borderline begging. He fumbles Stiles's pants open, and pulls them partially down freeing Stiles's dick, which slaps wetly against Parrish's cheek. "Please," Parrish says, and licks up the underside of Stiles's dick while looking up at him. "Give me one more and then you can do whatever." He sucks Stiles into his mouth, holding his hips against the door and taking him further down, then backs off with a wet pop. "For however long you want, but you can let me have more first right?"
Stiles looks down, as Parrish tilts his head to the side, running his lips and tongue along the underside of Stiles's dick from base to tip, back and forth while waiting for an answer. How was anyone supposed to be able to answer that with anything other than an enthusiastic yes? He was like 78% sure he could come again, then take his time exploring Parrish and get it up again a third time. He was a red-blooded young college age dude. He could give Parrish what he wanted. Probably.
"Yeah," Stiles says, "I'll give it to you."
Parrish makes this hungry thankful noise and sucks Stiles back into his mouth, working his tongue and lips. It's sloppy, wet, and so hot. Stiles can't help but make little thrusting motions fucking into the heat of Parrish's mouth. The deputy reaches up, grips one of Stiles's hands and guides it to the back of his head. He pulls off Stiles's dick, licking up the length again.
"You can fuck my mouth harder," Parrish says, placing another series of sloppy kisses up the underside of Stiles's shaft.
Stiles nods, and he tries to adjust his stance a bit wider, but his legs are trapped a bit with his pants and underwear halfway down his legs. Parrish smirks up at him, then sticks his tongue out and slaps Stiles's dick against it.
"Come on," Parrish urges him. "You said you'd give me what I wanted, yeah?"
Stiles wants to get his shoes and pants off, but it's hard to think, to do anything other than focus on Parrish sucking hungrily on him. He leans forward a bit, both to get more of himself into Parrish's mouth as well as place a hand on his shoulder to help balance. The deputy makes this smug satisfied noise and it reverberates down Stiles's shaft into his balls. Through some miracle Stiles manages to toe out of his shoes with Parrish trying to suck his spine out through his dick.
Parrish pulls back, and Stiles's legs wobble a bit at the thin thread of saliva trailing from his dick to the deputy's mouth. "Come on," Parrish says, "get them off." He nods towards Stiles's pants still trapping his legs. He leans forward again, licking at the tip of Stiles's dick, even as he get's his own pants undone.
"Fuck, fuck," Stiles says, getting one leg out of his pants and kicking his other leg to try to free it from the tangled fucking prison that they've become.
"Only after I get what I want," Parrish says. He tugs at his own dick, a smirk on his face as Stiles tries to keep from falling while trying to get out of his pants. After a couple of strokes, he pushes Stiles back against the door, and helps get his pants and boxers the rest of the way off. He doesn't toss them aside though, he looks down at them, then up at Stiles. "Is it okay if I… ?"
Not entirely sure what Parrish wants, Stiles shrugs. He leans back against the door, strokes himself, slowly from the base and twisting up over the tip. Parrish on his knees, with his dick sticking out the fly of his jeans looking up at Stiles with naked hunger wasn't something he was really going to be able to say no to.
Parrish pulls Stiles boxers out of the jeans and tosses the jeans aside. He looks down at them, then after a second of hesitation he brings them up to his face and takes a deep breath. He closes his eyes, like he's afraid of what look might be on Stiles's face but doesn't seem to be able to help himself. He keeps them up to his face with one hand and starts pulling on his dick with the other.
"Holy shit," Stiles breathes out, and pulls on himself, matching the strokes that Parrish is using.
Parrish's eyes open, and there's literal fire dancing in them. He tugs himself harder, taking another couple of deep breathes before tossing Stiles's boxers aside and lunging forward. It catches him off-guard, and Stiles slams back into the door with a loud thud. Parrish grips the hand Stiles had been jerking himself with, and after peeling the fingers away one by one licks each of them.
"Holy shit," Stiles gasps out again, because words were almost as hard as his dick.
Parish wraps his fingers around Stiles's dick and angles it up so that the can lick and gently suck at Stiles's balls. It's overwhelming, having all the desire and lust rolling off Parrish in hot waves focused on him. He tries to spread his legs a bit to give him more room to do what he wants. Parrish's grip on him tightens, stroking him hard and quick but letting his mouth and tongue wander back under Stiles's balls to the sensitive skin between his legs. Parrish uses his other hand behind Stiles's knee and lifts his leg up and spread to the side
Stiles had never been with a girl who wanted to explore anything other than his dick, and occasionally his nipples, so he'd never had a tongue halfway to his ass and he was simultaneously excited and terrified, and harder than he could ever remember being. Just when he thought Parrish was going to go for it, he instead pulled back letting Stiles's leg drop.
"Are you okay?" Parrish asks, but his voice is rough and distant, laced with something distinctly unnatural. He looks up but can't seem to help himself as he runs his tongue up the underside of Stiles's dick. He blinks his eyes a few times and the fire goes out of his eyes, returning them to the deep blue shade that was the first thing Stiles noticed about the deputy.
"Y-yeah, don't stop. I'm good if you are," Stiles had seen lots of glowing eyes, sometimes those eyes had wanted him dead, but he'd been with a were-coyote too, so it wasn't like he'd never seen them during sex. "If you aren't good though I'm probably going to need to jerk off bec—"
Parrish lets out this possessive growl that makes Stiles's balls ache, even as the deputy went back to mouthing at the head of his dick, paying close attention to the underside and tip like he wanted Stiles to lose it fast.
"You're naked," Parrish said, hot breath teasing Stiles. "You wanted to fuck me while you were naked. Start with my mouth." He placed his hands on Stiles's hips, pulling him forward encouragingly as he sucks him back into his mouth.
Stiles gets one hand on the back of Parrish's neck, the other on the top of his head, and experimentally thrusts forward, seeing how much Parrish can take. As it turns out, taking it isn't a problem, and Stiles's toes curl when he bottoms out in Parrish's mouth, the deputy's nose bumping into his stomach.
"Oh fuck," Stiles gaspes out, pulling back and then slowly sliding into Parrish's throat again. "I've not… fuck…"
He'd had a lot of blowjobs, a lot of great blowjobs, but he'd never experienced sliding into someone like this and he's afraid of hurting Parrish by thrusting too hard or too far, but he can't help himself. He puls back and thrusts in again and again, but Parrish leans forward to meet him wanting more, going at a faster pace than Stiles. It takes a moment, but they manage to find a rhythm that works for both of them, but Stiles knows he's going to lose it pretty quick.
The slick heat of Parrish's mouth and throat are dismantling his self-control. He gets up on his tip toes thrusting hard and fast. Parrish makes a choked gagging sound, but a frustrated noise when Stiles tries to pull away to give him space.
"I'm so close," Stiles says, and pulls his hips back. Parrish follows him until his back hits the door. "Fuck."
Looking down, Stiles bites his lip, watching Parrish's mouth sliding up and down on his dick, loving that the deputy is so into it that he's jerking himself off, tugging hard as he tries to get Stiles to lose control.
"Don't come," Stiles says, and yeah it's selfish, but he wants to be the one to give Parrish that pleasure, and the deputy did say that he'd do whatever Stiles said if he let him suck his dick again.
Parrish whines around Stiles dick, and he looks up, his pupils blown open with desire. Stiles could lose himself in those eyes, whether they were orange or blue, could fall into them and be happy there.
"Your cock tastes so good," Parrish says, pulling back and then licking at the tip. His grip tightens, and when he drags his hand up over the head of Stiles's dick he twists, smirks as Stiles's legs shake. "What are you going to do to me once I get what I want?"
"Everything," Stiles says. "Suck your dick, fuck you, I want to lick your hole, I'll make you feel so good if you let me."
Parrish's breath is almost as ragged as Stiles, and he leans forward, licking at the tip of Stiles's dick, letting out a satisfied grown at the taste. "Give me what I want, and you can do all that. I'll come for you too, as many times as you want."
His grip is slick, and tight but Stiles really wants to get back in his mouth.
"Can I come in your mouth?" Stiles asks, and he can feel heat flooding his face. "I know I just did a little while ago…"
"As many times as you want," Parrish says, leaning forward and sucking the head of Stiles's dick back into his mouth, working his tongue under the head.
"Please, baby," Stiles is already getting what he wants, but he feels like he's asking for too much, being too greedy. "I'll get you so wet with my tongue, you'll beg for me to fuck you, but I'm going to make you come with just my tongue, my fingers."
Parrish moans around Stiles's dick, sucking more, working harder, and Stiles grunts at the force of it, of how badly Parrish wants to drain him.
"I'm going to milk you dry, baby," Stiles says, and he means it. "You're going to tell me you don't have anything left and I'm going to remind you that you wanted to suck my dick so bad you promised me any number of times."
He curls his fingers into the front of Parrish's hair, snapping his hips forward and back in small thrusts that almost drag him out of Parrish's mouth but then getting back into the heat he needs. The wet slide has him right on the edge.
"I'm so close, baby," Stiles says and he tries to pull out of Parrish's mouth, but the deputy grabs his ass, holding him in place and sucking harder. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Stiles gasps out as balls draw up and he unloads into Parrish's mouth, legs shaking with the force of it.
Parrish doesn't let him go though, he keeps sucking, licking. Stiles's legs feel like rubber and he leans back against the door, but Parrish massages his balls with one hand, and twists the other up the length of his shaft like he's trying to get absolutely everything he can out of him.
"Fucking hell," Stiles gasps out, part of him wanting to push Parrish away, but another part of him curious just how much he can take before it was too much.
Finally, Parrish releases him from his mouth with a slurping noise that makes Stiles's dick give a weak but interested twitch. The deputy sits back on his heels, looks up at Stiles running his thumb over his lips before sucking it into his mouth. They're both having a bit of trouble catching their breath.
"What now?" Parrish asks, and his dick bobs up and down at the question. He looks so hard, like it's borderline painful, but he doesn't seem to mind.
Stiles kneels down, brushing his thumb over the head of Parrish's dick, surprised by how wet it is. He mirrors the deputy, bringing his thumb up and sliding into his own mouth, then drags it out with a wet pop.
"Now," Stiles says, "Now I finally get what I want. Let's get you out of the rest of your clothes."
"Yes, sir," Parrish says, and any doubt as to whether Stiles would be able to get it up again after taking his time exploring Parrish's body with his tongue disappears.
