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There was some kind of tingling sensation at the back of his neck- that much he knew. He couldn't be bothered to find out what it was or what was doing it anyway, he was much too warm and comfortable in his current position. Wherever he was, it smelled nice, nicer than his room usually smelled. He heard a soft, rhythmic pounding somewhere close to him but he figured it was construction. Again. At first he fought valiantly against waking up but his body seemed to be done with resting and he felt his mind slowly begin to turn over, the cogs in his brain shaking off their cobwebs and groaning to a stir. He nuzzled deeper into the warmth around him, some part of him vaguely remembering that his sheets were never this soft, and that his old, rickety heater would never let his apartment get this warm and toasty. His body ached as he twisted a little, a pleasant burn that sent shivers up his spine that left little bursts of pain tingling on his skin- but it was good in a way that reminded him of how he had always felt after Danny was finished with him. But this felt… better, for some reason. Deep seated and permanent. He let out a soft whine and was about to open his mouth to yawn when his lips met the skin of another person's body.

He only allowed himself a moment of panic before it all came rushing back: The pack, Derek, Isaac, the unrealistically intense sex they had last night.

He opened his eyes and they fell on the golden skin of Derek's chest where his head lay, inches away from where Isaac's parted lips blew out soft puffs of warm breath against his face. Derek lay between them, nose buried in Isaac's hair and hands wrapped firmly around them, pulling them in closer to his body. The small amount of light that was filtering through the windows landed on his face that was lax in his sleep, eyes closed and skin soft, rising with every breath. He brought a hand up to touch at the tingling on his neck and he felt a shiver of something… indescribable run through his form as he ran his fingers over the marks on his neck. He vaguely remembered a piercing pain after he had climaxed.

He smiled and let a finger run invisible patterns over Derek's abs, closing his eyes as he did so. This was nice, the three of them. Nicer than he thought it would or could be- it felt right. He had a thought to dip his hand under the sheets around Derek's waist and wake him up with a nice surprise, but he decided he wanted to bask in this, if just for a while.

He was just starting to fall asleep again when Isaac's voice spoke up in a soft, raspy whisper. "Mornin' beautiful."

Stiles let his gaze fall to Isaac's eyes to see that the boy had a slight smirk on his face. "Mornin' to you too, gorgeous."

Isaac let out a soft laugh and let a hand fall on top of Stiles' where it rested on Derek's waist. He watched Isaac stroke his fingers softly before a moment before he made the decision to push himself up a little and to lay his lips over Isaac's. Isaac melted into it and for a moment they simply kissed each other- it wasn't heated and passionate and rushed like last night- but it was the simple press of soft lips against each other's, tongues tasting slowly and warm breaths comingling between their mouths. Isaac let out a soft moan when Stiles started to suck softly on the tip of his tongue.

Stiles felt a soft squeeze on his hip. "Fuck, you two…" Derek's deep, rough morning voice huffed out. They broke their kiss and both looked up to see Derek looking back at them, something like fondness playing in his eyes. Isaac was the first to lift his head a little and press a kiss to Derek's lips, tongue darting out almost immediately.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Isaac said with a grin when their kiss was finished. Derek let out an undignified huff and Stiles took the moment to place his own lips against Derek's, sighing softly as the Alpha tasted Stiles' mouth once again, his hand running soft strokes up and down Stiles' side. When Derek was done he dropped back onto the pillow and nuzzled his way into Stiles' neck, taking a deep inhale at the skin there. Isaac was nibbling on Derek's ear when Stiles felt his stomach growl. He rolled his eyes at himself. Of course he would be the one to interrupt an opportunity for amazing morning sex because of his mutant hunger needs.

"You should go eat," Derek said softly, and Stiles watched Derek's other hand trail down Isaac's back until it reached the soft curve of his ass, rubbing there. The hand on Stiles' body was softly carding through his hair. "Kinda wore you out last night."

Stiles saw Isaac move down to start sucking at the skin on Derek's neck and the resulting tent in the sheets near Derek's waist. He pouted, "But I don't want to miss the hot morning sex."

Derek chuckled and in his newly awakened state it rumbled through his chest in a deep bass and Stiles fell a little more in love with him at that. Derek ran a finger over Stiles' lips, tracing the curve of his cupid's bow with a reverent look in his eyes. "We'll have our own session of hot morning sex very son, sweetheart," Derek pulled up a little, placing a soft peck on his lips. "You have a whole pack out there that won't deny the chance to have their own with you."

Stiles perked at that- he had almost forgotten there were others besides the three of them. "And then they could make me breakfast immediately after they fuck my brains out."

Derek laughed at that and so did Isaac. "Yes, Stiles. And then they could make you breakfast."

"What about Isaac?" Stiles figured the other boy must be hungry too- he had gotten the same treatment Stiles had last night.

"I get to play the selfish Alpha with Isaac until I know for a fact that he's pregnant with my pups- in about a couple days or so. Bad enough I have to share you."

Stiles giggled and leaned in to kiss the man once again, letting his tongue trace over Derek's lips. He pulled back and looked into Derek's eyes. "I think I love you," He said softly, the confession making his heart skip a beat.

"I love you too," Derek said with a soft smile. "And don't worry, you'll know soon enough." He gave a soft smack to Stiles' ass. "Now get out there- you have a pack to please. Oh, and rule number one: no clothes unless otherwise stated."

Stiles nodded at the statement, suspiciously alright with walking around naked. He slipped his way from under the sheets and hesitated a little when his feet met the cold, wooden floor. He quickly warmed up though and he turned a little to watch Derek pull Isaac into his body, dipping his tongue into his mouth. Isaac melted into the motion and moaned a little when one of Derek's fingers delved between his cheeks.

Surprisingly, he felt no hint of jealously, only a strong urge to join in. But then his stomach growled again.

xOx

The living room was empty but he could smell the strong scent of coffee from the hallway. There was some kind of ease with the way he walked, with a slight twist to his hips, a natural confidence that seemed to translate into elegance that he was completely aware he had not had before. He imagined that he looked like he was floating as he walked, long legs moving gracefully with every step. It was nice, to actually not be a complete jackass for once in his life, but it was a strange feeling all the same.

He followed the scent into the kitchen where he was face the Boyd's back, dressed in a soft looking white t-shirt and black briefs that looked as if they were painted on. If the way his ass looked in them was any indication- they most definitely could have been. He waited at the entrance for a moment, completely in the nude- and he was once again a bit shocked that he was not struggling to try and cover himself up. The nudity seemed natural and easy. In addition to the coffee Boyd was making pancakes and eggs from the smell of it, and Stiles watched the muscles in his back ripple and move as he reached for the different ingredients: scrambling the eggs, flipping the pancakes, checking the coffee.

Then he saw Boyd stiffen, back tight and head raised, and he watched as the man slowly turned around to catch his gaze. Boyd raised a brow when they caught eyes and Stiles watching as Boyd's eyes scanned down his nude form, not bothering to conceal his actions. Stiles smiled.

"Well damn," Boyd said with a smile. "Looks like I missed the party last night, huh?"

Stiles laughed. "Jackson would give you a different story. One that contained a lot less party and a lot more anger."

Boyd huffed. "You just gonna stand there or what?"

"Wouldn't want you to get distracted and burn the food, now would I? I can't eat burnt food."

Boyd shot him a look as his eyes burned a brilliant yellow. "Well if you get over here, I can most definitely find… something, for you to put in your mouth."

Stiles sauntered over to where Boyd was standing as he watched the man turn around and turn off the fire on the oven. When he was close Boyd's huge arms wrapped around him and pulled him close to his even huger body, large hands landing on the small of his back. Stiles moaned when he felt the bulge of Boyd's crotch- not even hard yet- press against his stomach.

"I gotta tell ya Boyd," Stiles said, rubbing his hands up and down the arms wrapped around him and over the hard chest he was leaning against. "This whole huge, towering, intimidating, built like a brick thing you got going on? It's a huge turn on."

He felt Boyd chuckle and the hands on his back trailed down until each palmed a cheek of his ass, kneading and squeezing the skin there. Boyd leant down to put his lips against his neck and licking there, a broad tongue sweeping out and leaving a warm trail on his skin, sending goose bumps all over him. Boyd's tongue trailed from his neck to his ear and eventually his lips came to Stiles' mouth, forcefully opening them with his own, pressing inside firmly with his own tongue. Boyd pulled him against him even more tightly and Stiles let out a moan as he was pulled onto Boyd's quickly hardening cock. Boyd's lips were big and soft and plush as they kissed, completely taking control over the kiss. Stiles let his hands rub against Boyd's chest for a few good minutes, slowly working his way down until his fingers were tracing the outline of his defined abs throw his shirt.

Stiles had forgotten how warm Boyd was, his skin was hot and he was being covered in soft waves of heat from the other man's form. He pulled away from the kiss and went to nibble at the skin under his jaw, drawing a soft groan from Boyd's lips. Boyd was still playing with his ass, but one of his fingers slipped between his cheeks and met the sensitive skin there.

"Fuck…" Stiles hissed out, licking at Boyd's adam's apple, latching onto his neck and sucking. Boyd was hard inside his briefs now(and fuck it was huge) and Stiles was even harder against Boyd's thighs, absently rubbing himself against the soft material of his underwear.

One moment he was on his feet and the next his legs were wrapped around Boyd's waist, Boyd's hands were under his thighs and Stiles gasped at the suddenness of the movement and Boyd took the opportunity to push his tongue back inside his mouth. Stiles went with the movement and wrapped his arms around Boyd's neck, grinding onto Boyd's abs. The friction was a little too much because his dick was a little sore but it was negligible, especially with Boyd walking over and placing him on the counter, leaving his legs to swing over the edge. He cupped Boyd's face with his hands and sucked on his tongue and gasped when he felt a strong hand wrap around his cock, stroking the sensitive part underneath the head.

A shock of pleasure ran through him and he detached from Boyd's mouth with a moan, arching back until his head hit the cabinets, thrusting his hips to meet Boyd's soft but sure strokes on his dick. His eyes were closed by he felt Boyd lean over and place his lips on Stiles' neck, biting hard with his teeth. A shiver of mixed pain and pleasure made him tremble but Boyd seemed intent on driving him insane, gripping harder on Stiles' dick and trailing down his chest until his mouth met a nipple, eagerly latching onto it.

Stiles let out a groan at that and opened his eyes, watching as Boyd sucked on his nipple, biting it softly between each suckle. He figured Boyd was rather quiet during sex, which was totally fine- the way his wolfed out eyes were staring up into Stiles' own was enough to keep him interested. When he bored with sucking at his chest Boyd traveled to his other one, licking his way across and giving an especially hard suck to his chest. Stiles was leaking now, clear liquid oozing from the tip of his dick and into Boyd's hands. Boyd's other hand was fondling his balls, pulling them and tracing over the lightly, pressing with a sight pleasure that made his cock jump. The other man's thumb trailed through the liquid that was slowly streaming from him, coming to rub the rough pad of his thumb over the sensitive, pink skin on Stiles' head, the friction making him bit his lips.

"Boyd." Stiles said when the other man began to pepper kissed down his stomach, licking his way down his happy trail. Boyd looked up into Stiles' eyes with a questioning grunt. Stiles pulled Boyd's head up and shoved his tongue into his mouth gathering enough coherence to dart his hand between them and squeeze at the hardening bulge Boyd was sporting. He gave himself a mental congratulations when Boyd shivered and pushed into the feeling as Stiles squeeze and massaged through the cloth, rubbing over where he thought the head was.

"You should really take these off." Stiles said after he broke the kiss. "Actually- everything you're wearing should come off. That would probably be for the best."

"I wanna fuck you." Boyd said simply, voice rough and low, eyes trained on Stiles' lips. He dove in for another kiss, catching Stiles' lips between his teeth.

"Not before I get your cock in my mouth, you won't." Stiles said with a raised brow. Boyd growled and Stiles thought he saw a quick flash of fangs, and his squeeze on Stiles' dick tightened.

"I want to fuck you," Boyd said again through clenched teeth, pushing Stiles back a little. He was a little scared but he was mostly turned on from the obvious display of dominance Boyd was putting on. He figured Boyd was about 83% wolf right now, so he did what felt natural and bared his neck. Boyd's gaze left Stiles' lips and went to his throat, not taking any time to latch onto the skin there, going back to stroking Stiles with a strong grip, pulling pre-cum out of him and pressing softly into his sac.

"Let me suck you first," Stiles said in a whining voice as he squirmed with the simple girth of the man threatening to cover him completely. "You are definitely not going in dry."

"Lick you." Boyd said brusquely, deciding he was satisfied with the blossoming, purple hickey on his neck as he moved to create another one.

"Which, yeah, sounds like a plan we should totally go with- but a little extra lube never hurts. I can make my blowjob especially messy just for you- easier the slide the harder you can fuck me, right?"

Boyd shot up and looked Stiles in the eyes, his shining eyes considering the statement. He leaned in and placed his lips against Stiles' once more, dragging his tongue through Stiles' mouth before he grunted and proceeded to pick Stiles up just as suddenly as the first time.

Stiles definitely did not squeak and wrapped his arms around Boyd's neck again, lips going to nibble on his ear while Boyd carried him swiftly into the living room. He dropped him unceremoniously onto the couch and Stiles huffed a little at the indignity of it, but soon got over himself as he watched Boyd rip off his shirt, revealing a body underneath that rivaled Derek's perfection. If Derek was perfect then there weren't any words that could describe Boyd's body- maybe something to do with Adonis and multiple Greek Gods. His pecs were huge (as expected, and his entire body was perfectly sculpted, abs that dipped into traceable valleys and a v-cut that most would kill for. For some reason he seemed even more naked with just his briefs on, the bulge sticking out obscenely. He stood looming over Stiles with a predatory gaze in his eyes for a moment but Stiles was too busy sizing up the package presented in front of him. He assumed it was most definitely longer than Derek's, but if Isaac's information was anything to go by it wasn't as thick, which wasn't a loss at all because apparently they both had life changing dicks.

Boyd plopped down next to him, reclining back so that his back lay on the arm of the sofa and in a quick movement he lifted his legs up and slipped off the briefs and threw them on the floor. A little gasp of excitement left Stiles' lips when he saw the cock that sprung up from Boyd's groin and he had to take a deep breath to compose himself (he was a little worried he was getting to be a bit too obsessed with dicks but so far so good, right?) Yeah, it was at least an inch longer than Derek's, if not a little bit more. It had no curve to it but stood up proudly, head fat and leaking. Apparently it leaned a little to the left and the vein underneath was thick. Boyd's balls were heavy and loose underneath him.

He felt himself jerked back to reality when Boyd's grip enclosed his arm, pulling him forward a little. Stiles (reluctantly) took his eyes off the magnificent penis to look into Boyd's wolfed out eyes.

"Suck," Boyd commanded. And really, he didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself so that he lay on his stomach between Boyd's legs, inching himself closer and closer to his prize. He took Boyd's cock in his hands, inhaling the musky scent that drove him a little crazy. He leaned closer and placed a soft kiss to the large vein that ran underneath it, trailing kisses down until he reached Boyd's balls. He wasted no time in licking them, eliciting a moan and a slight shiver from the other man. He applied a little pressure to his licks, flicking his tongue and curling over the sack until he sucked one into his mouth. He rolled it around in his mouth, laving it with his tongue as he stroked the soft skin of Boyd's cock in his other hand. Boyd's hand came to rest in his hair, grip not tight but secure, not controlling him but making his presence known. Stiles moaned and released it, sucking the other one into his mouth and treating it with the same attention. His unoccupied hand trailed up Boyd's body until it brushed across his nipples and he tweaked it between his fingers. Boyd's grip tightened as he trembled and he tugged on Stiles' hair.

Stiles laughed at Boyd's impatience and trailed kisses back up until he reached the leaking tip. He dipped his tongue into the slit without pretense, rubbing his thumb at the sensitive skin underneath the head, taking the head into his mouth and suckling on it with soft strokes of his tongue. Boyd let out an audible groan at that, a gasp leaving his mouth as Stiles sucked his cock and played with his nipple at the same time. As promised, Stiles got to work on making the blowjob especially messy. He let the saliva gather in his mouth as he sucked on the head, not bothering to try and contain it if it leaked from his mouth. He wasn't too sure he could take all of Boyd without gagging, but he slid down nonetheless, taking in as much of Boyd's cock as he could. When he reached his limits he pushed a little more, letting Boyd feel the back of his throat brush the tip of his cock before he pulled off and went down again, letting saliva run from the corners of his mouth as it covered his skin.

"Fuck…" He heard Boyd say as Stiles began to set a steady rhythm, sucking harshly with every downstroke and licking as he came up, over the vein and circling his tongue around the head and into the slit. A mixture of pre-come and spit was rushing from his mouth as Boyd leaked and he salivated but if it turned Boyd off he wasn't doing too well to show it. He felt Boyd's other hand come to rest on his head too and he groaned as he figured out what Boyd was about to do. He stopped his journey down Boyd's dick midway and felt Boyd take a small, experimental thrust in, holding Stiles' head in place. He repeated the action with confidence the next time, groaning as he thrust up into the wetness of Stiles' mouth. Stiles opened his mouth as much as he could as Boyd took control of the blowjob. His own cock was hard against the soft material of the mattress and he absently thanked whatever god was up there that that it was leather and he wouldn't ruin it as he gave small thrusts against the sofa, little bursts of friction and heat spreading over his skin. He felt his hole clenching and he was aching to be filled a long time ago, but he had some kind of odd fascination with sucking dick that had overtaken his mind.

Boyd was thrusting harshly now, and Stiles had lived up to his promise to make it as messy as he could because Boyd's cock was glistening with spit and pre-come. Both of Stiles' hands were playing with Boyd's nipples, and he felt Boyd's cock twitch in his mouth as he licked the head again.

After a couple of more thrusts Boyd pulled him off and somehow maneuvered them until Stiles was on his hands and knees on the couch, chest pressed into the cushion so that his ass stuck in the air. He was disoriented from the speed of the movement, but he felt a hand on his dick that began to jerk him off in earnest, speedy strokes that threatened to make him cum much too fast. Almost immediately afterwards there was a soft muscle licking hungrily at his asshole and he moaned at it, closing his eyes and pushing back into the sensation. He lifted himself up a little so that he could get at his nipples. He pinched them between his fingers as he felt Boyd eat his ass out, tongue circling around the rim and delving in with alternate motions.

For a while it was just that, Boyd's mouth hungrily licking and slurping at his hole as he pushed back into it, teasing himself with soft tweaks at his nipples, loud grunts and groans leaving Boyd's lips periodically. At some point Boyd's hand left his dick- which he was thankful for because he was half an inch from bursting- and went to spread his cheeks. He felt a thick finger began to push into his hole along with Boyd's tongue and he shook with the feeling, the slight burn/pain/pleasure that bursts over his skin and through his bones. The finger plunged in and pulled out, rubbing against his insides and filling him up as Boyd licked around the sensitive skin of his hole where it was stretched around his finger. Soon after that a second finger was added, then a third until Boyd was plunging three fingers into him continuously, pistoning in and out, continuously hitting his prostate and sending him into some kind of headspace where nothing mattered except getting fucked. In the back of his mind he knew there was still a dick that should be inside of him, but he couldn't get over how good it felt to have fingers inside of him, pulling at his insides and filling him up.

Luckily he didn't have to think about it for much because the fingers pulled out and he felt bluntness against his hole, which clenched at the contact with anticipation. He pushed back but the hands around his hips stopped him and he whined because he needed it inside him like yesterday. The head pushed at his entrance and Stiles gasped when it slipped in and he felt a smile climb onto his lips as it slowly pushed into him, inch by tortuous inch, filling him up until the head brushed past his prostate and into even deeper territory. He let out a shaky gasp of relief as he was filled and after a few moments he felt Boyd's swinging balls bounce against his own and Boyd groaned when he bottomed out.

Boyd's hands went to his cheeks to separate them and he could only imagine how his own hole looked as Boyd pulled out slowly, leaving only the tip in before thrusting in again, making Stiles cry out. He did the motion again, and again, each time driving Stiles further up the sofa until his head was bumping against the arm of the sofa.

"Such a good bitch." He heard Boyd's rough voice pant out. He wasn't nearly coherent enough to respond, so he opted to whine again, pushing back against the cock inside his ass, making delicious sparks of pleasure rush through his spine. Boyd's hands found his hips again and within a moment he was pounding into Stiles' ass without any pretense, his cock slipping out easily and sliding back in fast and hard. Stiles let moans and whimpers of pleasure fall from his lips without an inhibition. He pushed back to meet every thrust and even though his eyes were closed they would have been rolled into the back of his head as he lost himself in the pleasure that was Boyd's cock. His own dick was hanging below his belly, hard and dripping and slapping against his stomach. His ass was clenching around Boyd's big dick, pulling him back as he pulled out, punching against his prostate with every rough thrust of his hips.

He thought it couldn't get any better, that he would happily get pounded by Boyd's dick until he exploded from the pleasure of it, but then he felt a hand grab his hair roughly and yank his head back until his entire body followed. Boyd pulled him until the back of his head rested on the man's shoulder, the heat and sweat of his skin rubbing against his own. Boyd's hand wrapped around his waist and held him still as he pushed into him. The hand that was in his hair transferred to his neck and twisted his head until their lips met and Boyd thrusted his tongue inside Stiles' mouth, claiming him in every way possible.

Stiles whimpered at the pleasure of it all, the way Boyd's rock hard body felt against his, the way his tongue swept against his, the way his cock was pushing into him without any pretense, filling him up so perfectly. He felt the warm, dull coil of heat start in the pit of his stomach and he did nothing to stop it as it grew and expanded. Building in his insides and over his skin and diving into his crotch as Boyd's cock pushed inside of him, the head catching the sweet spot with ever push, every thrust driving him closer and closer to the brink.

He felt Boyd's cock twitch inside him followed by the first spurt of warm liquid accompanied with a groan from Boyd's lips as he kept fucking into his ass, mouth sucking on his tongue. It pushed Stiles over the edge, shooting the pleasure through his cock until he felt himself tense followed by a sudden release as the orgasm ripped through him and pierced through his already foggy mind. His cum shot out, propelled by Boyd's continuous thrusts, making sure every drop was pushed out. His untouched orgasm left him reeling with sensitivity but Boyd didn't stop, he was still coming into Stiles' ass, moaning as he filled him up and they both began to shake with the overwhelming pleasure of it all.

Slowly, Boyd's thrusts slowed until they stopped completely, but he was still buried deep into Stiles' ass. Neither of them bothered to move but they were still kissing, tongues washing over each other as they basked in the aftermath of their intense orgasms. Boyd's chest was heaving against his back, body glistening with sweat and Stiles' form was in the same condition, his cock twitching pathetically. It was Stiles who pulled away from the kiss, opening his eyes slowly to look into Boyd's now normal brown ones. The larger man was smirking and pressing a kiss into the skin on Stiles' shoulder.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that." Boyd said roughly, his hands rubbing softly over Stiles' belly.

"Judging by what just happened I would say quite a while."

Boyd chuckled and Stiles found that he liked the way the sound reverberated through his skin.

"You always do that during sex?" Stiles asked. "Go almost wolfy?"

He felt Boyd shrug. "Yeah- I can't really control it. It won't go far enough to actually hurt you, though. So don't worry."

Stiles kissed his lips, dragging his tongue over them. "Worried? No. Just making sure that it most definitely wasn't a one time thing."

Boyd let out an actual laugh then, a low, deep sound that sounded nice to Stiles' ears. "Let's clean up and make out in the shower."

Stiles smiled and winced a little as Boyd pulled out. "Yeah- that sounds great. As long as you promise to clean me up with your tongue. And you fix me breakfast afterwards."

And if Stiles' scream was heard through the entire apartment when he came again with Boyd's tongue in his ass- well, that was just Boyd keeping his promise.