Chris still felt some inner turmoil over the whole trusting Peter about this whole 'touch starved' thing, but it seemed sincere. For once his sesnses didn't tingle with bullshit at what came out of Peter's mouth. Trusting his instincts Chris simply nodded to the wolf wrapping one of his arms around the boy's waist pulling him in even closer. He used the other hand tp grip the back of Stiles' neck.
This boy had already gone through so much, looking into those dazed brown eyes Chris could remember seeing that same exact expression in the mirror every day after he lost his wife. Thinking about Stiles and Victoria in the same thought was awkward for the hunter, because he looked at this boy and wanted everything he could get from him. Everything the boy was willing to give and more, he didn't think he would ever feel satisfied when it came to Stiles.
Casting his gaze towards Peter whose eyes were watching the hunter with keen interest even as he continued his assault on Stiles available leaned forward eyes still locked with the wolf, pressing a soft kiss to Stiles' forehead. When that got him a hiccuped little moan as the boy's hazy eyes clenched shut almost as if in pain. Chris continued with a harder kiss to the boy's cheek as Peter turned his kisses into open mouthed little licks and nips at Stiles' neck. The sounds coming out of the boy were positively sinful, after a few moments Chris noticed Peter had taken control of the boys hips guiding them into a rhythmic grind both forward into him and back no doubt into Peter.
It was that final whispered "Please," from Stiles that broke down the experienced hunter's final defenses and he immediately moved from kissing along Stiles' jaw to his oh so plush lips, which caused another one of those sweet little moans to burst straight from Stiles mouth and right into Chris' and it was like he had a piece of Stiles all to himself. In return Chris moaned out low, causing Peter to let out a breathless but still superior little chuckle that shocked Chris out of whatever trance he had been in. Pulling away from the very lips that had tempted him for longer than he cared to admit Chris glared at Peter who was beginning to speed up the grind of hips, pushing the boy's hardened cock right into Chirs' matching one. Which was another surprise for the older man, he hadn't realized he was hard until that moment when they ground together in a particularly hard thrust of hips.
"That's it Argent, that's more like it." Unable to stop himself anymore Chris snarled low in his throat as he started to grind back into Stiles, hips meeting hips in Peter's guided rhthym saying, "Oh, just shut the fuck up Hale." Diving back in to those oh so tempting lips Chris managed to only catch Stiles cheek because Peter being the paining the ass had tilted Stiles' head towards him instead of the hunter with and easy, "You shouldn't get to have all the fun with these sweet little cock teasing lips. I've wanted to taste these for a long while now." Chris could understand that so he grudgingly took over where Peter had been leaving marks all along the boy's neck the otherwise silent room only interrupted by a softly spoken, "Yes, please, yes." that came from the boy between them only encouraging the wolf further and ensuring to the hunter that he really did want everything that was happening to him.
Peter had been more than patient when it came to wiring for Stiles and his honey sweet lips. Hell, he had even let the hunter taste their sweetness first, while he settled for the salted tang of the boy's skin. Which was just as satisfying honestly to the wolf, to finally be able to leave his mark on the creamy dotted flesh of Stiles' neck. He settled for not feeling the boy's hardness pressed so closely against his in order to have control over the speed and rhthym along with having that fine ass all to himself to grind his cock into as some sort of preview for what was to come. Because there was no way this was going to be enough for the boy, rubbing up against each other liker dogs in heat too taken by the need to actually get out of their clothes and get to the main event. Peter would just have to settle this time around, not that this wasn't enjoyable because it was oh so good, as Peter kissed Stiles plunging his tongue into his mouth in a mimicked movement of what he'd like to be doing with his cock.
The addictive little whines and attempts to grind back and forth to his own pace that came from Stiles did nothing but bring the wolf further to the surface as he felt his fangs lengthen only to have the boy lick and suck at one as if he wanted something more in his mouth which the though of the boy on his knees for him or hell even Chris brought out a growl so purely animal he could feel the hunter stiffen at the sound and try to pull Stiles from Peter's grip. Naturally he was unsuccessful as Peter locked his electric blue gaze on the man on the other side of Stiles. The man he had been kind enough to share the boy with wanted to take their boy and keep him all to himself, which was unacceptable. "Mine!" Peter ground out giving a particularly hard thrust where he had fit himself right into the crack of Stiles' ass through his jeans rubbing against the hole he so desperately wanted to fill.
"Get a grip Hale." Chris said still trying to pull Stiles free of the wolf's hold as he saw claws joint his eyes and fangs out on display in want of the boy between them. The both of them had been so focused on their little game of tug a war using Stiles that neither notice the speeding up of Stiles' breathing the hitch to it as he still ground back and forth into both men until a truly pornographic moan escaped him causing both men to stop and look at the blissed out expression on the boys face as his muscles gave out leaving the two of them to hold him up or let him fall. "Thank you." was whispered to both of them as he fell right off into unconsciousness.
"Hunters are coming to investigate, Derek."
"And I give a shit why?" He asked sitting in his chair like he was a king looking down on Allison as she spoke to him in a pleading tone. "They're investigating the dead skin walker, we could be in some serious trouble." Rolling his eyes Derek came back with, "If they give us any trouble we just get rid of them like that skin walker, it's not that hard a concept to grasp Argent. Now go do something useful and leave me be." Allison turned to leave happy to be excused without any form of violence taking place as was becoming customary in meetings with the Alpha now. Derek had changed so much since the loss of Stiles, he was like another person entirely. If you had asked her if she would fear a claw hand raking down her side in punishment for words she had spoken she would have laughed and said no, and yet there was Lydia whose body bore the scars of this new Derek's anger.
"Where are you all? Peter, Stiles, Dad. We need you here." was barely a whisper from the hunter's daughter and new matriarch to the Argent family line. Technically she should be in charge of what her father does but of course that's not the way things go. Though she had to admit she was surprised had actually left her all alone in Beacon Hills, then again nobody could have predicted the drastic change that Derek went through. He had probably thought she would be safe what with Scott and the others to help look after her and for her to look after them, now she felt useless and in danger at every moment.
Peter and Chris put Stiles to bed where the exhausted little thing snuggled into the comfort of the bed, they hadn't cleaned him up because it seemed a little too much like taking advantage seeing as he was now unconscious so they left the mess in the boy's pants for him to take care of when he woke up. That left both men still so very hard and wishing they had finished with Stiles and Chris looked longingly to the boy laying sprawled across the bed on his stomach for just a moment before Peter was kneeling between the boy's thighs moving to grind back into the boys ass just as he had been when they had been standing. "What the fuck do you think you're doing Peter?"
With a roll of his eyes Peter didn't even pause in his chase of his own orgasm at the ass of one Stiles Stilinski. "What does it look like I am doing Chris, I am pretending that there are no layers of clothing and that I was inside rather than not." Chris could understand the want to do just that, the need to finish what they had started but he couldn't do that when the boy was asleep as Peter seemed to have no issues with and instead of trying to argue a losing battle with the wolf he retreated to the bathroom to take care of his little problem himself to thoughts of the boy asleep in the other room.