Title: Jealous Werewolf Lovers
Pairing: Stiles x Isaac || StIsaac
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Teen Wolf.
Note || Part Four
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
. . .
Without a second thought he turned the vibe on and set it to full speed.
Stiles cried out. He arched off the bed - shoving the toy deeper inside of him at the same time. His cock stood at full attention as his prostate was abused. He continued to arch, driving the toy directly against his prostate every time.
Isaac turned back towards the grids on the wall. He smirked as he picked up a feather tickler on one end with a whip on the other. This could be useful. Isaac looked at the table of to the side. I'm actually glad I got it now.
Stiles writhed on the bed. A low whine escaped his lips at the distant abuse. Yes, he'd asked for it. But he'd mainly wanted Isaac not some damn toy! Not that he was complaining. Cause, Stiles wasn't. He was the farthest from complaining as he'd ever been in his entire life. And that was pretty far.
Isaac picked the remote up off the bed and set it to pulse. He'd found out a long time ago that Stiles had a thing for the way his heart would beat. So why not see if the same beat went for toys? Perfectly logical.
Stiles jolted every time the vibe buzzed against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Sweet Doggie Style! he'd been a complete idiot not to realize that Isaac would catch onto his fascination of pulses.
Isaac twirled the tickler whip in his hand. A slow smirk curved his supple lips upward as he watched the lanky male arch once more. So willing. He chuckled softly and moved forward.
Stiles shivered as a feather ran across the underside of his arm. He threw his head back and moaned. A tremor wormed up his spine, tingling through every bone. His skin flushed, gleaming from the work-out his body was receiving. Stiles whimpered. They hadn't even truly started yet.
Isaac smirked and trailed it down Stiles' side. He chuckled as the younger giggled through a moan and pulled away from the feather. He leaned forward and let the feather drag over Stiles' quivering stomach. Isaac twisted the object around and let the whip land harshly against Stiles' stomach.
Stiles whimpered around a yelp at the hot change in affection. Though continued to moan as his prostate was abused.
Isaac repeated the process, changing tactics, whipping the smooth thighs before soothing them with the feather. Again, he whipped Stiles' tight and round - like little ball bearings - nipples before teasing them with the feather. He bent down and let his hot, moist breath ghost over the sensitive nipples.
Stiles arched at the rippling shock of pleasure that coursed through him. His lower lip quivered. He should have never told Isaac how bad he wanted to get laid.
He placed the whip on the bed. Isaac stared at his mate's face, twisted with pleasure, as he raked his blunt nails over the tight, hard nubs. He chuckled as Stiles mewled and begged for more. He pinched and pulled. "Goody boy," he cooed, loving the other's reactions. Isaac smirked and grabbed the whip once more. Running the feather end over Stiles' twitched cock, Isaac whispered in the younger's ear. "Cum."
Stiles cried out - eyes rolling back in his head - as a dry orgasm coursed threw him. His body jolted with the pulses of the vibrator as it buzzed against his prostate without care. His cock hardened further. Stiles' chest heaved with each passing second. His body was flushed and glistening with a sheen of sweat. "Please." He gasped out in a whine. His body and cock spazzing with each pulsing buzz.
Isaac stared down at the boy, smirking. He was beautiful. But he was a goddess when climaxing. The way his supple lips parted in that lust ridden moan. How his nose scrunched ever so slightly in pleasure. Muscles pulled taut under milky skin littered with moles. Perfect. Stiles was perfect to Isaac.
"Please!" Stiles begged as he arched off the bed. He wanted a release. An actual release not a dry one.
Isaac chuckled and swiped the dark locked drenched with sweat away from the younger's doe eyes. "Is that how a slave asks his master?"
Stiles moaned. "Please master . . . Please. Fuck me master. Fuck me good and hard." He rubbed his thighs together. Stiles squealed out a moan as the angle of the vibe changed. "Put that supernatural stamina to use!" His breathing hitched. "Please . . . I don't want to walk for a week. Fuck me!"
Isaac smirked in satisfaction. He removed his boxers. He stood there in all of his glory. A soft moan fell from his lips - eyes slowly closing - as he lubed himself up with the cooling lubricant.
Stiles eyed the elder's cock hungrily. He wanted it. And he wanted it now. But those damn cuffs were going to make it impossible. His fingers itched. Stiles wanted to touch the other.
Isaac removed the toy after releasing the two hand cuffs. He knew his mate. Isaac could read Stiles so easily. He could see it in his lover's eyes, just how bad Stiles wanted his hands all over him. And Isaac being, well, Isaac - why would he deny himself such pleasure? He smirked while hovering over the spazzing boy.
Stiles purred and wrapped his arm around Isaac's broad shoulders. "Please," he begged softly in the elder's ear. "Now master, now."
Isaac slid in with ease.
Stiles moaned and arched against the elder, holding him tightly.
Isaac pulled out and pushed in once more. His head dropped to Stiles' shoulder at the blinding heat that surrounded him. He pounded into the younger faster. His hands slid down Stiles' sides, squeezing the hip bones for a moment before curving under the other's ass. He smirked while hiking the smaller up - changing angles. Isaac's hands moved lower, tightening around Stiles' thighs while pulling the up and his waist.
Stiles arched eagerly, while his hands fisted into the dark silk sheets under him. He screamed out as Isaac abused his prostate. His hand slid down the other's chest, slipping between them.
Isaac quickly captured his hands, moving, he held Stiles' wrists in a vice grip above their heads. "No touching," he growled out. "You cum when I tell you too."
Stiles whimpered but left his hands above his head, while the werewolf's traveled down his body. He squirmed in pleasure and bucked his hips in time with Isaac's. "Close~"
"Not yet," Isaac threatened as his hands ghosted Stiles' hips. His hand slipped between them and yanked the ring off of the younger. Isaac squeezed his mate's thighs while hooking the younger's legs into the crook of his elbows - creating a new angle.
Stiles' hands curled into little fists as pleasure filled him. His orgasm was there. Right there. And he wanted it. Oh, badly wanted it, but he couldn't, wouldn't, until he was told. "Please master," he moaned out sensually. Begged.
Isaac's head dropped back against the crook of Stiles' shoulder. He moaned softly, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Cum."
Stiles' eyes rolled back as Isaac's deep authoritative voice swept over him. He arched against the man above him, his muscles tightened. His cum splattered over their stomachs.
The wolf groaned at the velvet heat that tightened around him. Like quick silver, his orgasm raced through him, every cell on fire as white heat blinded his eyes, heating his soul.
Stiles whimpered, body spazzing as Isaac's hips jerked, rubbing over his sensitive insides. He went lax, a sated sigh leaving his lips.
Isaac pulled back, resting his upper body on his elbows. His dark blue orbs gazed into melting pots of chocolate. He smirked at how compliant the once feisty ADHD ridden male looked. He lowered his head, lips meeting the other's in a sensual after glow.
Stiles murmured against the supple lips. He lowered his arms and wrapped them around Isaac's shoulders once more.
"Good?" Isaac questioned against Stiles' lips.
Stiles smirked and hummed in reply.
He chuckled and slowly slipped out from in between Stiles' spread legs.
Stiles pouted. "Where are you going?"
Isaac held up a finger. Minutes later he returned with a warm wash cloth.
Stiles laid - open for the world - in complete shock. His brown eyes shimmered softly as he watched Isaac draw closer and begin to clean him.
Isaac smiled softly. "Master wants to make sure his kitty stays clean." He winked at the blushing boy. Once finished, Isaac threw the cloth on to the ground before pulled the younger into his arms and wrapping the blankets around them.
Stiles murmured against the warm, firm chest his cheek was currently rest against. He fought bravely to keep his eyes open, but the warmth surrounding him was making it impossible.
"We can talk in the morning. Master says to sleep." Isaac kissed the side of Stiles' forehead. "Love you."
Stiles gave up and relaxed completely against the elder. Love you too, baby . . .
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