Title: Jealous Werewolf Lovers
Pairing: Stiles x Isaac || StIsaac
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Teen Wolf.
Note || Part Three
Fucking Hell . . . What Did I just step Into? Stiles eyes widened as he stared at the room. His cock twitched. When he had told Isaac he wanted to be fucked . . . He knew the taller would, but he hadn't realized what type of monster he was unleashing.
. . .
Isaac bit his lip. His arms hugged himself. Insecurity filled him. He wasn't entirely sure if Stiles was ready for this. Isaac had learned - at the age of 14, since he locked himself in his room when his father was home - he had many kinks. Fetishes. As some people called them. Isaac was one of those who had bottom-like tendencies, however, in the bedroom Isaac was a topper.
A fact that Stiles loved. It's true, he'd told Isaac many times.
Isaac tugged at the thick leather collar around his neck.
Stiles had a fetish for collars - collars on Isaac, that is.
Isaac's hands clenched around the silk royal blue blindfold and the black - yet breathable - ball gag. His lips had been glossed lightly,he licked them when nervous - a habit Isaac was pretty sure he'd gotten from his mate.
He was ready to make Stiles the prey.
Isaac heaved another sigh and stepped out of the bathroom. He walked slowly. Goosebumps rising on his skin as the cold air hugged him. A slow smirk slid across his lips, it didn't matter - Isaac wouldn't be cold for much longer. Isaac moved with nimble steps towards the room he knew Stiles had found.
"Sty . . ." Isaac questioned as he leaned against the wall. His arms cross over his chest. A slow smirk spreading across his supple lips at the scent of arousal seeping off Stiles.
Stiles turned, his dark brown orbs smoldering. They darkened further as they read the one words on Isaac's collar. Stiles'. The geeky male smiled slowly, a feral, possessive smile. "I like the collar baby."
Isaac swallowed before smirking. "Well . . . Kitten, do you like my surprise?"
A shiver ran up Stiles' spine at the deep lust ridden timber of Isaac's voice. "You think your body can handle this?" He arched an eyebrow and waited. A chuckle slipped through his lips at the spike in Stiles' arousal. Isaac smirked. He moved forward, stopping a few steps away from Stiles.
Stiles reached forward, letting his slender fingers run over his name which had been engraved on the collar. "I really like this." He licked his lips before chuckling. "I want you to wear this all the time." A possessive edge filling his voice. "I want them to all know who you belong to." Stiles' dark eyes glazed over as he studied the collar. His supple lips pulled back in a devious smirk.
Isaac chuckled. "Come Kitty," he crooked a finger at the shorter and waited.
Stiles blushed softly but edge closer. He blinked, lashes brushing his cheeks.
"I love your eyes," Isaac murmured softly. His index finger moved upward, running softly under the edge of one eye. "What do you think of the room Kitty?"
Isaac's nose tilted upward as he breathed in. The spike in arousal was intoxicating. His eyes turned glassy, simply alluring. A shiver coursed down Isaac's spine. Stiles' scent was becoming a drug. A very erotic, heart stopping, blood pumping, sexually teasing drug. A drug that would course through his veins, thrum through his heart. A drug that would light his skin on fire. A drug that would dehydrate and refresh him all at the same time. A drug he would crave until forever.
Stiles whined softly before nuzzling the side of Isaac's neck. It was a werewolf thing that Isaac liked. "Isaac," he moaned softly. Hadn't Isaac promised to fuck him. Where was his fucking? It had been a while since there last sexy time as Stiles liked to call it. Stiles stared at the elder. His doe eyes silently pleading with Isaac to do the one thing he'd promised to do. Dominate him. Dominate the hell out of him.
"Take your clothes off now." He growled out, his wolf side dominating.
Stile shivered and quickly did as told. His arms wrapped around his midsection - "Kind of chilly in here." He laughed nervously. "You'll keep me warm won't you big guy." He winked, laughing at the eye roll Isaac gave him.
Isaac's head cocked to the side. He smirked. "Get on the bed." He walked forward - stalking his prey. He licked his lip before letting his lips pull back while biting at the air. Isaac could have fun with a submissive. A real submissive. However, Stiles was his mate above all.
Stiles continued to smirk as he backed up. His legs hit the bed. Stiles bounced as he fell backwards.
"Up." Isaac instructed.
Stiles stared at the man standing beside the bed. He shimmied backwards using his elbows as levers. His pupils dilated as he waited.
Isaac chuckled quietly. His little kitten loved being dominated. "Wrist." He hummed in approval as the wrist was quickly presented to him. He attached the wrist to the restraint cuff at the right corner post of the bed. Isaac leaned over Stiles and the bed - after climbing onto it - and repeated the process with the other wrist.
Stiles' dark eyes were lurking with lust as they stared at Isaac. "Does my body please you master?"
Isaac's cock twitched from his jean clad cage. "It's passable." His dark eyes continued to rove over the sensitive skin appraisingly.
Stiles held back a snort and smirked. They both knew the elder was lying. Stiles eyed the two items Isaac had carried in with him. His eyes lingering on the ball gag. Stiles had been told - on many occasions - that he was loud . . . but Isaac wouldn't really use that, would he?
Isaac smirked while looking down at the doe-eyed boy. "If you're good - no gag." He fingered the blind-fold while motioning for Stiles to lift his head.
Stiles nodded and lifted his head for Isaac to slip the blind fold on. He breathed in slowly and quickly adjusted to the darkness. His other senses going into overdrive. Stiles shifted side to side - ears straining to locate the elder.
Isaac drummed his fingers against his lower supple lip as he looked at the items hanging from the grids on the walls. His dark eyes flitted over the table. I'll go easy . . . see how far he's willing to let me go. Isaac hummed softly. "Do you want a safe word?" He glanced shiftily over at his mate.
Now, Isaac would never hurt Stiles. He wouldn't be able to bare it if he did. But that didn't mean he didn't want to be careful.
Stiles' lips pursed. Safe word? He'd never truly thought about having one. Stiles bit his lower lip in thought. Safe word? "How about I just howl?"
Isaac smirked. "Really?" He shook his head, blonde curls swaying at the motion. His lips twitched holding back a laugh. "I don't know if I'll be able to tell the difference between your sweet moaning and you calling it quits."
Stiles blushed, true. "How about - moon?" He chuckled. "Seems fitting." Stiles pursed his lips before nodding. That was his safe word and he was sticking to it. His eyes were closed. Stiles continued to keep his breathing steady. He bit his lower lip. "Your voice is sexy." He whispered out breathlessly.
Isaac hummed in appreciation. His lips pursed as he continued to search. He chuckled. I'm really OCD.
Stiles's high cheeks tinted a scarlet red. What is he thinking?
Isaac stared at the boxes that had been labeled and sorted according to size, color, and use. Very OCD.
Vibrator with Wireless Remote
Satin Skin Feel
Color: Pink, Purple, Blue
4in - 6in - length
However, in the long run. It was easier to have everything set out according to certain standards. It would be much more helpful in distinguishing what Stiles liked and disliked. So in the end, it was all for his mate. Yeah, and Isaac was going to stick to that answer until the day he died.
Isaac smirked like an evil child on Christmas Morning - knowing full well, no matter how bad he was; he'd still get his presents. His slender fingers nimbly moved through the box. He picked up a 6in x1in silky feeling pink vibe.
To the left of the box was another small long rectangular box. The remote had been neatly placed out on top of the velvet bottom of the box. Underneath each remote was a little card with the name and picture of the toy it belonged with.
Really OCD.
Isaac's orbs flickered over the remotes. Seconds later he picked up a small pick remote. He pressed the tiny little button on the side and smirked as the tiny red light on the remote lit up and the vibrator started to vibe. 10 functions and speeds. Isaac clicked it off and continued his search.
Isaac's lips pursed. He continued looking at the times placed on the table. He came to a stop in front of the last box on the table. Lubricant . . . Ooh . . . Cooling peppermint. Isaac smirked deviously.
Stiles bit his lower lip and rubbed his thighs together. He needed friction. Thinking about what Isaac was going to do to him had gotten him hot. Wearing the blindfold - where his imagination could go wild - had made things considerably hotter.
Isaac sniffed the air before glancing at his mate. "Someone's hard." He didn't even have to look at his lover to know the truth.
Stiles's cock twitched against his quivering stomach. He rubbed his thighs together. Stiles seriously needed some friction.
"Do you want master to help your little friend out?" Isaac purred.
Stiles nodded. He whimpered softly. "Please master." he begged.
Isaac growled and moved towards the bed. He set his items on the bed. He placed his hands on either side of Stiles's slender - hairless; it had started out as a dare, but somewhere along the way it had turned Isaac on and ended with Stiles being fucked senseless - hence, Stiles kept them hairless - legs and crawled upward. He chuckled as Stiles willing - easily - opened his legs.
Stiles jolted slightly as Isaac's fingers came in contact with his sizzling skin. He mewled softly and thrusted his hips upward, slightly asking for more. He wanted some damn friction!
Isaac smirked and drew light lazy circles over Stiles's quivering hip bones. He traced an outline around Stiles' jerking cock in cruel, personal pleasure.
Goosebumps rose on Stiles's skin as the cold air hugged him. "Isaac!"
"Let's see what Kitty has to offer." Isaac's deep baritone purred out. His hands flattened against Stiles' side. He dragged his nails roughly over the creamy skin. He paused to pass his thumbs over Stiles' hip bones - it was a kink that belonged to Stiles, Isaac had been all to eager to oblige. Isaac's hands trailed over the top of Stiles' thighs. He chuckled as they opened easily once more.
Stiles' eyes rolled in the back of his head at the feel of Isaac's smooth yet calloused fingers on his sensitive skin.
Isaac drew lazy circles on the inner most parts of Stiles' sensitive thighs. "Very good." he purred. "Good Kitty."
Stiles whined and squirmed as Isaac's touch left him. He didn't like that. Where was the other going?
Isaac tutted softly while grabbing the vibrator and lubricant. "No need to whine." He was taunting. They both knew it.
Stiles' ears tweaked slightly as he heard a lid being popped open. A smirk slid onto his lips as peppermint filled his sense of smell. Good choice Isaac. Very good choice.
Isaac leaned over the mostly oblivious geek. His hot breath fanned over the span of Stiles' left upper thigh and hip. He lathered the toy with the water based lube. He shifted lower, his dark puppy eyes staring at the twitching pert hole. Isaac smirked, he loved Stiles' excitement.
Stiles shouted and arched off the bed. Cold! Cold! Cold! His knees tightened from their bent positions, toes curling. He hissed out a breath as the delicious pain filled him.
Isaac smirked and pulled the toy out before shoving it back in. He chuckled as he hit the boy's prostate once more. He loved making the shorter a writhing mess of pleasure - it was when he looked most beautiful.
Stiles arched off the bed once more. His face scrunched as a pain filled moan fell from his lips. He yanked on the cuffs around his wrists. It was times like these that he hated being cuffed.
Isaac slid the toy out and shoved it back in. Leaving it in, pressed against a very sensitive bundle.
Stiles frowned as Isaac stopped. A pout marred his lips - Isaac's weight had left the bed. Stiles squirmed as the toy rubbed against his prostate. "Isaac?" He questioned. A soft fearfulness laced his husky voice. Where was his puppy? He wouldn't really leave him like this . . . would he? Yeah, he had danced with another guy - guy's scent probably still scent-able with Isaac's werewolf senses. But his lover wouldn't just leave him like this . . .? Stiles bit his lower lip. Fuck.
"Don't worry my pet. I'm just looking for some other toys." Isaac murmured as he sniffed the air, smelling the other's unease.
Stiles relaxed, only to squirm seconds later. The damned toy was still rubbing against his prostate.
Isaac's cheeks puffed in thought as he moved back towards the table. Cock rings . . . He grinned. Isaac picked up the purple rubber cock ring and walked back towards the bed. He grabbed the lube and popped the top once more. He squirted some onto his hand.
Stiles squirmed and kept his legs splayed open as Isaac kneeled between them once more. He bit his lower lip. A shiver coursed through him as he felt Isaac's heat around his clenching hole.
Isaac circled Stiles' hole slowly. He smirked as it twitched beneath his finger. He slid his index finger through the small retrieval cord hooked to the bottom of the toy. He teased him - pulling on it slightly.
Stiles groaned.
As he pulled the toy out and shoved it back in, Isaac gripped Stiles's hard on with his lubed hand.
Stiles arched off the bed at the dual sensations. He shivered as his heated member was met with the cooling peppermint lubricant. Stiles mewled and swiveled his hips - thrusting into Isaac's hand while pushing the toy deeper inside of him.
Isaac smirked. He slowed the movement of his hands, letting his thumb rub over the sensitive head. Isaac shoved the toy back in - resting it against Stiles' prostate. He removed his hand from Stiles's cock and reached for the cock ring. With agonizingly slow movements, Isaac stretched the ring and slid it done, letting it rest at the base of other's cock. The ring tightened on its own accord - restricted blood flow.
Stiles growled. He hated cock rings. Why did he even have them? All they did was give you the best, cruelest, dry orgasm in the world. Oh . . . That's why . . . He whined as he felt Isaac remove himself from the bed once more.
Isaac's brown orbs glazed over with lust as he stared at the geek on the bed. His stroked the plastic remote between his fingers. A smirk splayed over his plump lips. He looked down at the remote and decided his course of action. Without a second thought . . .
XxwithxoutaxwordxX|| Until Next Time Lovelies
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