Disclaimer: Derek and Stiles sadly do not belong to me. Nor does Teen Wolf. Weh.
Warnings: Not canon-complacent, angst, humor, crossdressing, fabulous drag queen OCs, pining, courting, mating, D/s, knotting, rimming, licking, cum eating, animalistic/feral/possessive behaviors, PackMom!Stiles, PackDaddy!Derek, puppy piles, affectionate poly!pack, pet names, Daddy kink, Twilight references, potential OOC
Derek arrives home and quietly shuts the front door with a sigh, cracking his neck to alleviate the kinks as he makes his way to his part of the house he shares with Stiles. One cursory sniff tells him that most of the pack are out and about for the evening but if he listens closely, there are two steady heartbeats waiting for him in their private den.
He sets his luggage down by the entrance way and nudges the door open.
Inside he finds his boys curled up on the couch, each dressed in one of his shirts, some thigh highs, and not much else. Stiles, clad in Derek's henley, has a hand in Jackson's soft blond hair, the other palm sliding up a smooth muscled thigh while the omega's fingers are creeping up Stiles's back and sides under the shirt. The long sleeves of Derek's starched white oxford covered up half of the pup's hands, almost like a little boy wearing his Daddy's clothing as their mouths slowly move and meld against each other in lazy harmony.
Derek leans back against the door frame to watch and waits patiently, and sure enough Jackson tenses - ears perking up - and turns his head, pulling away from Stiles who makes a noise of protest.
"Alpha," the pup says, blue eyes lighting up when they spot him, and Stiles snaps out of his daze and whips his head around at that.
"Derek!" his mate grins at him delightedly and tugs Jackson up from the couch.
Derek pushes off the wall and meets them halfway, wrapping his arms around them both when they draw near, and immediately leans in to nip at Stiles's soft lips while Jackson lays his head on his shoulder, the pup content to watch his two Alphas make out in front of him.
"Welcome home," Stiles mumbles in between kisses, nuzzling at Derek's scruff.
"Glad to be back," Derek murmurs back against Stiles's mouth, nudging their noses together before turning to press his lips to Jackson's forehead. The pup gives a happy little yip and rubs his cheek against Derek's neck affectionately in response, scenting him.
He purrs deep from his chest, the wolf awakening, eyes flickering to red.
Home, sweet home.
"Mmhf~"
Twin sighs of pleasure escape as lips drag across Derek's solid flesh, greedy mouths softly sucking and nibbling gently, teasing him to hardness as they get every bit of him wet with saliva.
The Alpha is sitting in the middle of the couch - a king on his throne – still mostly clothed with his boys kneeling on the floor between his spread thighs, their heads buried in his lap as they lick and slurp at his uncovered cock like the world's most succulent treat, eager tongues lapping at every inch of skin within range.
Stiles is busy tonguing his cock head out of its sheath, pleased little sounds leaving his throat while Jackson ducks low to get at his heavy balls, tugging underwear out of the way with his teeth then noisily take one and then the other into his warm, wet mouth. Both boys' hands stay loose and docile between their parted thighs, waiting for whatever and whenever their Alpha commands them.
Overhead Derek relaxes back in his seat, his own hands coming down to pet their hair, fingers tangling in blond and brunet strands alike. Stiles's hair had grown out soft and fluffy, enough for Derek to tug and pull as he pleases. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the heady pungent aroma of their combined arousal permeating the air, and releases a deep throaty purr.
"Fuck, your mouth," he growls, eyes flashing, voice going rough and husky as he thrusts up once into Stiles's mouth when his mate deep-throats him all the way down to the root. Stiles whimpers, swallowing around him and hollowing out his cheeks as Jackson whines quietly right there beside him, nosing his flushed face and flicking his tongue out to lick at Stiles's stretched, gaping lips.
Derek rumbles low and lets them play a little while longer, lets Stiles pull up enough to suckle at the head of the cock as Jackson laps at his shaft, before tugging them away from his groin with a grunt, "Enough."
His boys whine in protest, but comply easily when he takes hold of their chins and turns them to face each other, glazed golden brown meeting lustful arctic blue.
"Kiss," he says and urges them together with a hand on their heads, Jackson going lax in his grip and letting his Alpha guide him where he wants him. The blond's mouth slots perfectly into Stiles's like a two-piece puzzle, and Derek allows them to melt into each other on their own, his palms coming down to cup the back of their necks.
The two start to pant and groan as they get into it, sucking on each other's tongues and lips in turn and generally making a mess of their mouths for Derek's viewing pleasure.
It's slutty and sloppy and when their lips are nice and puffy, shiny and spit-slick, Derek tugs them away from each other before taking their mouths for his own, one after the other.
He pulls away with a soft suck and Stiles whimpers piteously, eyes clouded with pleasure as he makes the motion of following after him. "Derek..."
Derek indulges him. "Up," he urges, tugging Stiles up by his collar until the boy is scrambling up to straddle his lap.
Making soft quiet noises under his breath, Stiles wraps his arms around his mate's broad shoulders and tucks his head underneath Derek's jaw, nosing at his scruff like a pup seeking comfort.
Derek croons, cups and fondles his bare ass under his oversized shirt, giving it a squeeze before lifting his hand and delivering a hard, healthy swat to the bottom of Stiles's bum.
Stiles yelps and squirms in his mate's lap, stilling only when Derek grabs hold of his hips and growls low into his ear. "Settle, pet."
The boy does so with a mewl, parting his lips when Derek captures them with his own for a brief kiss.
"Good boy," murmurs Derek, "Sweet boy. Perfect. Mine."
Stiles shivers and bites his lip before hiding his blushing face in Derek's neck. The Alpha allows it for now, stroking the smooth creamy dotted skin of his back.
"Listen carefully to me, okay, baby?" Getting a nod, he continues, "You're going to receive your punishment, and by the end of it if you're still a good boy for me, you can join Jackson in his reward. Understood?"
"Yes, Daddy," Stiles mumbles and lifts his head from his spot for another kiss. Derek gives it to him before pulling away to start. He has even better things to get to tonight.
"Count."
For the next several minutes the only sounds in the room are their heavy breathing, the woosh of Derek's hand flying through the air, the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh, and Stiles stuttering his numbers out loud when contact is made.
By five, Stiles's bottom has turned a lovely shade of pink. Jackson hasn't been able to look away for even an instant. In fact, Derek is pretty sure the pup hasn't even blinked since the spanking had started.
By ten, Stiles's face is flushed to match, voice hitching and coming out louder with every other number he calls out.
By the last swat, the boy's positively squirming, undulating wantonly in his Alpha's lap as Derek's hand comes down hard, gasping out a shrill "twenty!" while he continues to grind his aching cock against Derek's ridiculous abs through his own black henley.
He lets out a high needy sound when Derek grabs two handfuls of his abused ass and squeezes, long thick fingers spreading his blushing cheeks to reveal his hidden pucker, the tantalizing little furl winking at Jackson.
The omega makes a hungry noise from the back of his throat and when Derek crooks a finger, he's on it like nobody's business, eagerly burrowing his face into Stiles's crevice to get at his pucker.
Stiles lets out a yelp - not expecting such enthusiasm – before he's groaning lewdly, wiggling his ass into Jackson's face as the omega eats out his hole, that talented tongue delving in deep and ravenous, twisting and twirling - getting everything so hot and messy.
Derek purrs and cards his fingers through the silky blond locks, holding the pup's head in place as if he needed any further prompting. Such a good pup.
"A-ah," Stiles mewls against his lips, "Fuck, so deep – ahh!" The boy's pink mouth falls open as he grinds back onto Jackson's face, riding that tongue as it fucks up into him repeatedly, hard rapid jabs leaving him flushed and trembling. "Mmh~Jackson," he breathes out, voice hitching on a gasp, "Nn...!"
Derek takes his mouth with his own again to shut him up, sucking on Stiles's tongue as Jackson groans happily from his spot on the floor.
The pup whines softly when Derek eventually nudges him away with a gentle push to the forehead, but is content with suckling on the offered fingers he gets instead.
Once slick enough, he watches on hungrily as Derek fingers Stiles open in front of him until the Alpha has three thick fingers buried in the other boy's ass, milking his prostate and forcing loud desperate cries from Stiles.
Next, Derek orders the pup to fetch him the lube that's tucked away in a side drawer, withdrawing his fingers only to coat them more thoroughly as well as his throbbing cock before resuming prepping his mate.
Then he fucks Stiles hard, exchanging his fingers for his dick in one smooth fluid move, burying himself deep into his boy until he's bottoming out, murmuring about next time and a mirror as Stiles clings to his mate and shakes apart in his lap.
Derek doesn't give him time to adjust, picking up a hard punishing pace and fucking up into the hot tight clench of his asshole as he fucks Stiles's mouth with his tongue, muffling his cries.
He tilts his hips just so and Stiles throws his head back to shout out his pleasure, loving the slight burn of being split open so good and fucking himself down onto Derek's dick to try and get him to hit that spot again.
"Daddy," he begs, hands scrambling at Derek's shoulders, "Daddy, knot me. Plug me up – please."
Derek growls and spanks his tender ass, reveling in every sexy little noise his mate utters. "Baby boy's such a slut for Alpha's knot."
A whimpered "Yes!" is all the werewolf needs to drive home, pistoning in and out of Stiles until he's all but pounding his boy into next week.
Stiles sobs and arches into it, exposing his chest to Derek, and the Alpha takes the opening for what it is, pushing up his shirt to reveal pink perky nipples and latching onto one, suckling like a babe.
The brunet moans weakly and cradles his mate's bowed head, shaky fingers sliding through soft dark locks of hair as Derek methodically takes him apart, laving at the bud with the flat of his tongue, circling it with the tip, before switching once it becomes too sensitive.
Soon Stiles could feel the beginnings of the knot bulging, catching briefly onto the rim of his hole with each thrust, but before it could fully form and tie them together, Derek slows down and stops, making Stiles whine. Derek shushes him with a kiss, then urges him stand up from his lap onto shaky legs and turns him around.
When he does, Stiles sees Jackson sitting there on the floor in front of him, hard red cock bobbing in between his legs as his hands grip his thighs like the good boy he is, and Stiles couldn't resist leaning down to give the blond a brief dirty little kiss. His sweet puppy whimpers and licks at his lips begging for entrance, but before Stiles could give it to him, he breaks the kiss off with a yelp, throwing an angry pout over his shoulder at his smirking Alpha mate when Derek smacks his ass again.
He's guided down to sit on Derek's cock, sinking back down onto it with a drawn out moan with his legs spread wide and hooked over Derek's knees. The growing knot finally pops through and stays after Derek grips his hips and thrusts up one more time, jabbing further into his ass until Derek couldn't really move anymore, resorting to rocking his hips and grinding his knot into Stiles's prostate instead as he cums with a grunt.
Stiles throws his head back to rest on Derek's shoulder, panting breathlessly. He closes his eyes and mewls when the wolf licks the shell of his ear in one long stroke.
"Don't cum just yet," Derek murmurs, nosing at his collar, and he whines softly but nods, opening his eyes again just in time to see Derek crook a finger at Jackson. "Come here, pup."
Jackson whimpers, big blue eyes looking up at Derek imploringly as the pup crawls over on his hands and knees, rubbing his cheek on his Alpha's knee when he nears them.
The older wolf takes a deep whiff of the air. He can smell just how wet his pup is and reaches down to press his thumb against soft plush lips, scarlet eyes darkening when those lips part and a little pink tongue darts out for a lick.
He grips soft blond hair and pulls the pup towards Stiles's leaking erection, wordlessly demanding what he wants.
Immediately Jackson goes for Stiles's balls, nuzzling and lapping at them eagerly, flicking and dipping his tongue to taste where his Alphas are connected. He's gradually guided upwards by the hand in his hair, licking the underside of Stiles's dick and tonguing just under the head before curling his tongue around the mushroom cap and pulling it into his mouth to suckle on.
Above him, Stiles is writhing in Derek's lap, soft choked off moans falling from his lips as he watches Jackson toy around with his dick in that soft wet mouth of his, the henley he's wearing gently rubbing and scratching at his sensitive nipples. "Jackson," he says, breathless, "More." Raising a hand to join Derek's, Stiles tugs on the blond locks gently before rolling his pelvis up to meet Jackson's face.
Behind him, Derek growls and holds Jackson's head still before punching his hips up and forcing Stiles all the way down the omega's throat.
Jackson chokes, coughing and pulling back slightly for a shaky breath before going back down for more. On the next thrust up, he's ready for it, throat opening up around Stiles and taking him down easily with a needy groan.
He's always been a quick study, always wanting to be the best at everything, the little over achiever. Blow jobs and gay sex in general are no exceptions. Danny could attest to that.
"Oh fuck, that's so hot," Stiles moans, sweaty brow scrunching up and toes curling in his thigh highs as he gasps and bites at his lip when Derek starts up a hard steady rhythm, knot constantly knocking up against his prostate while Jackson does his best to devour him whole with his sweet perfect suction in the meantime. "A-ah, ahhh~Jackson..."
Hearing his name uttered in such a wrecked voice, the pup whimpers, warm omega slick dripping down his thighs as glowing blue eyes look up at Stiles adoringly, only ever wanting to please.
"Such a good boy, baby," Stiles coos at him and pets him, throwing his head back with a hot gasp when the blond gives him a particularly hard suck, "so good for me."
Derek agrees with a pleased rumble, scenting the sweet perfume of aroused omega and mate in the air, before he turns his head to capture Stiles's lips in a hungry little kiss while he continues to rock his hips up and grind his knot deeper into his mate's tight little channel, as well as fuck his omega's pretty face at the same time.
When Stiles's hole starts to spasm around him, he finally murmurs, "Go ahead, pet. Cum," and Stiles moans gratefully in relief, clenching his asshole around Derek's dick and arching up into Jackson's face before emptying himself down the blond's steadily working throat.
Jackson takes it all like a pro, swallowing every drop he's given before gently easing off when Stiles starts to whine from over-sensitivity.
Derek thumbs away the little bit of semen clinging to his omega's bottom lip and Jackson sucks it clean.
"Cum slut," the Alpha says affectionately and Jackson purrs, kissing the palm cradling his cheek.
"A-ah...ahhh...ahh!" Stiles manages to get out, gasping for breath before he's led back onto Derek's dick.
Behind him, Jackson's whining under his breath. He's leaning back on his hands, balanced on the balls of his feet with his thighs spread wide froggy style, hips pressed flush to Stiles's before he's pulling back only to slam back in over and over again, blue eyes mesmerized by the vision of his dick easily gliding into Stile's wet loosened hole repeatedly.
"Nmh!" Face flushed with tears pricking his eyes, Stiles swallows around Derek's thick girth, dark lashes fluttering shut as his throat works over the length with expertise cultivated from many, many hours of practice, while his hips move in time to meet Jackson on every thrust for optimal pleasure.
Jackson groans at the sight and sounds and smells of his Alphas together - Stiles blowing Derek with his knees on the floor - furiously working his hips until he can't take it anymore, too aroused by the thought of actually rutting Stiles after Derek had just bred him, the older wolf's warm cum – or what's left of it after Jackson had lapped up all the excess that had escaped Stiles's hole and trickled down his thighs - sloshing around inside his mate from Jackson's rough, jagged movements.
"Alpha," he pleads, blue eyes begging even as he couldn't tear away for the view of Stiles's pink opened hole trying to cling to his dick, "gonna cum. Please let me cum."
Lidded red irises stare him down and Derek purrs softly in satisfaction, loving his boy's sweet submission, "Go ahead, pretty pup. Stuff him full."
His pup does so with a moan, ever the obedient omega, thrusting in deep one last time before releasing a hot pulsing stream of warmth into Stiles's ass, adding to the pool of semen Derek had released earlier. Shifting to rest onto his knees, he drapes himself over Stiles's back and snakes his arms around his middle.
Stiles whimpers around Derek's cock, sucking his mate off desperately, wanting to get off too.
He's about to reach for his own dick when Derek stops him. "Ah-ah, pet," tsks the Alpha, "You know better than that. You cum when I say you can."
Then Derek grabs a hold of his head with both hands and fucks his face, hips pistoning in and out of his throat like a fucking sex machine.
Stiles's eyes roll to the back of his head as his mouth goes slack, moaning loudly, throat spasming and constricting around the column of solid flesh as he tries to catch his breath through his nose while Jackson whimpers behind him, his asshole mimicking his throat and doing the same things to the pup. Going limp, he relaxes and lets Derek use him as he sees fit. Yey for no gag reflex!
"Ah, fuck," Derek grunts as he buries Stiles's nose into his pubes and growls when he cums a second time. "Fuck."
The wolf shoots his load and holds Stiles there until his mate swallows everything, letting him up only when the boy starts to whimper for air.
Slowly, Stiles pulls away, a string of spittle and cum connecting his swollen red mouth to Derek's half-hard cock briefly before it breaks and lands on his chin. He slumps back into Jackson, whose softened dick is still nestled deep inside him.
The pup cradles him close and holds him upright, cuddles up his back and presses soft little kisses up and down his neck as his heartbeat begins to slow down a bit and he catches his breath.
Humming lazily, Stiles turns his head for a kiss which is gladly given, moaning a little when Jackson licks up the taste of his Alpha on his tongue and slides his hands under his shirt to play with his nipples, fingering and plucking the sensitive buds until they go tight and harden into little peaks.
He flinches when Derek presses a socked foot to his hard wet cock, neglected for the time being up until now, and feels Jackson slip out, pushing a plug into his ass to keep all the cum inside.
"Bedroom," is all Derek growls before they're scrambling up onto legs made of jelly and stumbling into the Master suite, collapsing onto the gigantic nest of blankets and pillows that make up most of the Alpha pair's sleeping quarters.
Now Stiles finds himself bound and gagged in the huge bed he and Derek share, the bottom of the henley he's still wearing stuffed into his mouth, exposing his chest to the air.
Between his spread thighs, Jackson - having lost the oxford – is mouthing at his cock, often forced to stop so he can whine and whimper in need, rolling his pelvis back into Derek's face where the Alpha – bare from all his clothing – is busying eating out his asshole.
Derek groans when a fresh burst of slick spills forth, nipping the rim of his hole before tonguing at the pink furl aggressively for more.
High desperate keening escapes Jackson's throat as he's reduced to nothing but a writhing wanton creature of pleasure; then blue eyes go wide when he feels Derek slide in two thick fingers, the digits going in easily.
"So wet for me," Derek murmurs, almost conversationally, "Bet I can make you cum just like this." He raises a brow when Jackson vigorously shakes his head at that. "No? But I want to see..."
Jackson opens his mouth to try and speak through his noises but fails when Derek twists his wrist and drills into his prostate relentlessly. "Ah, ah, Alpha, no, ah!"
The pup bites his lip, shakes and shivers hard before he finally manages to string a few coherent words together, "No, please, don't wanna cum yet, please." Wriggling his ass in the air, he rubs himself against the soft pillow shoved under his hips keeping him propped up, and looks over his shoulder with hazy pleading eyes, "Want your knot in me first."
Derek chuckles deep and low. "Naughty pup," he says and spanks his ass, getting a mewl in return. He growls, red eyes flashing strong, "Yeah, I'll give that juicy pussy a good fucking. Have you moaning like the cock hungry slut I know you are. Would you like that, pretty?"
Jackson whines. "Yes, Alpha. Please - fuck my pussy," he moans, blushing deep to the roots of his hair as he nuzzles his embarrassed face into Stiles's pelvis. The brunet makes a muffled noise of sympathy before undulating his hips for attention.
Jackson noses his way back to Stiles's dick, giving the other boy a shy little smile before taking him back into his mouth to suck on. He keens when his Alpha give the globes of his ass a squeeze and another playful smack to his bum before nudging his thighs further apart.
A hand rests low on his back and then Jackson feels the blunt head of Derek's cock easing its way into his slick silken passage.
"A-ahhh~"
He throws his head back and moans erotically, gripping Stiles's ass in his hands as he rocks back onto his Alpha's dick in desperate need. "Oh god..."
His hole opens up greedily and Jackson goes slutty for it, making all these little wanton noises, just begging to be fucked.
Behind him, Derek grabs hold of his hips and pushes his own forward until he bottoms out, pressed flush to his pretty little omega, and grinds his pelvis into circles against Jackson's firm supple rump.
"Hnngh," Jackson pants and struggles to stay still, wanting to get on with it already, sweat coating his flushed skin like dew drops.
"Fuck, baby, you feel so good," Derek purrs and leans down to pepper kisses down the blond's arched spine. "Such a tight little boy cunt you have for me. Mmm, yeah, and it's mine, isn't it."
"Y-yes, Alpha. Yours – ah, ahn, yes! Mmh!"
Up by the head of the bed, Stiles is whimpering and tugging on the silk ropes tying him to the rungs of the headboard. He wants to touch, dammit, but this is still part of his punishment so he has to bite down and bear it. Didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the view though...
Across the span of Jackson's young athletic body, Derek catches his gaze and smirks lewdly before straightening up with purpose. The Alpha continues to roll his hips dutifully into Jackson and lets his head loll back a little, lidded scarlet red orbs never leaving his wide doe brown eyes as the slap of flesh on flesh grows increasingly louder.
Between them so does Jackson, openly moaning with his mouth red and wet and lush against Stiles's thigh. He wants to please his Alpha, wants to be good; held down and fucked, ridden hard and put away wet.
With a snap of his hips and another smack to the ass, Derek gives it to him, pins him with a hand in between his shoulder blades and rides his ass like a bucking bronco.
After a while of being used like a bitch in heat, Derek slides his palms up his sides and hooks them under his shoulders, abruptly hauling the omega up onto spread knees so he can fuck him upright.
Jackson bites back a yelp at the sudden change, but settles in Derek's lap when the Alpha cups his throat with a big hand - gentle but secure, a total opposite of how hard and rough Derek is pounding into him from behind.
Feeling infinitely safe in his Alpha's arms, he leans back into Derek's chest and goes limp, lazily gyrating on the thick ram-hard cock inside him with a sigh. "Mmn...Fuck..."
Derek purrs at his trust and his submission, turns the pup's head for a kiss; his other hand petting his exposed abs and tummy before trailing down further to stroke a strong shapely thigh through the stocking, then sliding over to wrap around Jackson's turgid length and giving it a squeeze, getting a heated moan in return.
He jerks him off in time with his thrusts as he licks into the pup's mouth, the hand at Jackson's throat sliding down to lightly rub and pinch at his perky nipples.
Jackson writhes against him, an arm around Derek's head and neck while his other hand grips Derek's busy wrist in his lap to anchor himself, feeling the tendons flex and muscle ripple underneath his touch as he moves seamlessly with the furious bump and grind of his Alpha's hips.
He breaks their kiss, throws his head back and cries out when Derek strikes his prostate, baring his neck to the older wolf who gladly takes advantage of it, biting and marking it up and down the side of his vulnerable throat, claiming him as his.
Blurry blue eyes flutter open to find wide pleading amber way across the sea of sheets and pillows between them and he whimpers softly, wanting to comfort and soothe.
Stiles squirms impatiently, achingly hard cock lying flat on his belly as he rocks his hips against the bed to push the plug that's snug inside him just that much deeper into him, before clenching down on it in frustration when his stocking covered foot slips against the sheets. It isn't enough!
"Patience, mate. Be still," comes Derek's sinfully gruff voice and Jackson shivers from hearing it breathed into his ear, "You'll get yours soon enough."
Stiles lets out a small petulant whine at the scrumptious sight his Alpha and omega make, but does as he's told. Jackson commiserates.
Derek's eyes flash dangerously.
'Ooh,' Stiles thinks, shivering deliciously, 'sexy.'
"Watch." Holding Stiles's eyes, Derek deliberately grinds up into Jackson's ass and holds - one, two – before pulling out again only to repeat.
After the third time, Jackson could feel something tug at his rim with each pull out, and his eyes widen a fraction.
Derek's knot. He's going to be knotted.
"Mm, yes. Finally," he purrs languorously, arching into Derek's embrace and spreads his thighs further so Stiles could get a clear view, "Knot me, Alpha."
"Pushy boy," Derek admonishes without heat, nipping his ear. "Gonna breed you full."
"Yes, please."
In front of them Stiles mewls, wanting to see it happen and Derek doesn't disappoint his boys.
With a low seductive growl, he holds onto Jackson's hips and goes for broke, fucking his omega pup wet and open, the sloppy 'shulp, shulp' noises making the two boys blush darkly. It's so dirty, so absolutely fucking filthy; they love it.
Sweet omega slickness slowly oozes down the insides of Jackson's thighs as his Alpha fucks him full of his knot, his tight little cunt clenching down on it when it finally pushes all the way through and stays.
Jackson's sweating profusely, flushed all the way down chest, and revels in the feeling of being tied to his Alpha good and proper, mewling when the older wolf finally cums inside him.
Derek rumbles deep from his chest, satisfied and sated from a good rut.
Carefully, he shuffles his pup up the bed and guides him down to splay out on top of Stiles so the two can frot it out.
Jackson slithers up Stiles's body until their cocks line up and tugs the make shift shirt-gag out of his mouth with his teeth, earning a little mewl before Stiles is surging up and capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.
He purrs and happily opens his mouth for their tongues to touch, the two of them not noticing Derek leaning over to untie Stiles's hands until they realize the brunet can move them again.
Jackson reaches up and tenderly massages Stiles's wrists, noting how pink they were from his struggles, but it was superficial damage, otherwise no harm done. (Like Derek would ever hurt his Alpha-mate.)
He pulls them to his lips to kiss them better and Stiles smiles at him, slow and happy.
The aforementioned Alpha watches them avidly from his dominant position leaned back on his knees, all big and bad with glowing crimson eyes like the wolf he is, rubbing circles into Jackson's hip and groping the pup's supple ass possessively with his other hand.
He idly brushes his thumb against Jackson's stuffed rim and hums in dark amusement when he gets a whimper.
His two bottom boys moan and start to rut against each other urgently, desperately chasing their own orgasms; Stiles's hole pulsating and clenching down on his plug as Jackson's entrance flutters and contracts around Derek's knot. Feeling generous, the Alpha helps them along and thrusts and grinds and circles his hips until they finally cum with a drawn out groan against each other's lips, smelling of youth and boy and exhausted pleasure.
Derek growls soothingly and strokes them everywhere he can as they come down from their high, making sure they're comfortable.
Once they've calmed and his knot has gone down, he pulls out and gives Jackson a plug of his own to keep him full.
The pup flops onto his side and snuggles into Stiles, the two grinning and giggling and trading sleepy kisses.
Blue and brown eyes look up and Stiles flails an arm towards Derek, making tired grabby hands at his mate.
Chuckling under his breath, Derek complies and lays over their pliant bodies, accepting kisses and nuzzles from them both.
With some wiggling and some shuffling around, Stiles and Jackson manage to get their Alpha on his back in between them and cuddle right up to him, one on either side.
Laying their heads on his chest and throwing a leg over his, they completely block Derek in. Not that he was complaining. Not at all.
Derek wraps an arm around them both, absently trailing his fingers across the miles of soft smooth skin on both sides. He knows in a bit they're going to have to get up and get clean, but for now, the three of them relax and cuddle, Jackson running a hand over his heart and Stiles rubbing his tummy, smiling mischievously when he gets a purr-growl and snuffle for his efforts.