Stiles P.O.V
"So can we, I don't know. Maybe like go a little further. I don't mean that it doesn't feel good, because it's awe-HOLY SHIT" Stiles felt something cold on his ass. It had to be the lube he kept in his drawer. Why did Scott know that? 'I know we've been friends forever, but I don't know why he knew where that was, when did he even get it? I don't care anymore though it feels fucking awesome.'
"You okay?" Scott asked to make sure he was able to proceed. This wasn't his first time with someone; well it was with a guy at least.
"Y-yeah, I-it's really cold. It f-feels awesome though. Keep going." Stiles were beginning to understand why so many people were bottoms, a question he never understood.
Scotts' P.O.V
Scott couldn't help but notice the sounds his best friend, - boyfriend?-, was making. They were all really hot to him. Scott had planned out the whole thing at least a hundred and one times. He'd go on fucking Stiles first, because he was experienced in the field of sex. Even if it'd only been with one person. Then he'd allow Stiles a chance to try and open him up and do the same. He wondered how it felt. It looked like it felt good, from the expression on Stiles' face. He could feel the heat radiating off of it when he went in for a kiss to silence him for a short moment. The came Stiles' voice
"Can you add another finger, please?" Stiles voice was breaking in between words, and Scott hadn't even noticed he already had two fingers working on Stiles. Scott was trapped in his thoughts and all of his wolf-y powers going berserk. He could smell the closeness of Stiles impending release. He gripped Stiles at the base of his cock.
"Not yet, save that for later. For me." After about five more minutes of working Stiles open he began to kiss Stiles again.
"Can you, like, start already?" Stiles voice came out shaky. And with that Scott was giving a generous amount of lube to himself and pushing in.
"You okay, buddy?" He said as he was half way inside Stiles.
"Yeah, I-I'm fine. And don't c-call me buddy with your dick already inside of me." Stiles let out stammering and blush which Scott was extremely hot.
"Sorry." Scott said as he bottomed out, he sat there for a moment for Stiles to adjust to the thing that has been buried inside of him. Stiles voice came back for a short moment.
"Start moving, please." And Scott did just that. He started with a slow steady pace, making sure Stiles wasn't in any form of pain. It felt so good for Scott, the way Stiles was just pulling him in, and the way it felt, the tight heat around him was enough to drive him insane. Even the noises Stiles were making the 'OH's and 'AH's and cries of ecstasy. They were enough to bring Scott over the edge, but Scott had more stamina than that. He kept going in and out, making Stiles moan and arch under him.
Stiles' P.O.V
Stiles was a mess, he was writhing under Scott, he was glad he was on his back. He doesn't think he might've been able to stay up on his knees without falling apart. He noticed that Scott was coming undone after a while. Stiles decided to see what he could do to make Scott make a noise just as loud as his own. Stiles thought about trying to tighten himself around Scott. Stiles was happy about what he just accomplished he pulled out a growl of sorts from Scott, his hair dripping with sweat, much like Stiles own. Their bodies were getting sticky and soon enough he felt Scott nearing the edge.
"M'so close Stiles. I'm going to pull out." After a couple more thrusts Scott did pull out, leaving Stiles with a feeling of emptiness. Stiles is still traveling back from cloud nine, never did he think bottoming could feel so good.
"Why did you s-stop?" Stiles voice suggesting a tone of annoyance. He saw Scott naked, covered in sweat holding the bottle of lube toward him.
"I didn't want you to feel bad, so I decided we'd both bottom once." Stiles grabbed the bottle of lube as Scott began to lie on his back. He poured some on his fingers and Scotts hole, working Scott the same as Scott did him.
"Dude, this feels f-fucking awesome." Scott said, as Stiles was working in a second finger. Scott feels extremely tight around Stiles' fingers.
"You okay?" Stiles asked, slowing his fingers slightly. Rubbing around looking for the spot Scott hit while fucking him not even 10 minutes before.
"Yeah, d-don't slow down though, It feels a-amazing." Stiles kept his fingers moving at a fast pace then he hit the spot that made Scotts back arch so hard he thought it could've broken.
"H-holy shit do that again!" Scott said almost out of breath. And Stiles rubbed, poked, and prodded that spot causing Scott to moan uncontrollably. Stiles was enjoying the noises Scott was making as a reaction to what he was doing.
"You ready?"
"Y-yes, hurry up and do it."
Stiles gave him a sensible amount of lube and started to push into Scott, He threw his head back, noting fucking someone is just as awesome as being fucked. He began to keep pace, closing his eyes, and enjoying this as much as he could. He loved the pull Scott gave, the grip that was on his dick as he fucked Scott. Speeding up ever so slightly and repeatedly hitting Scotts' prostate on purpose. He could tell that Scott was about to finish. The way he was arching under Stiles, moaning and writhing. He could tell Scott was in pure ecstasy. Stiles noticed Scott was tightening around his cock, he could tell he was really close. He decided to grab hold of Scotts' dick and help him get off.
"O-Oh fuck, Stiles!" Scott let out moaning as he started to cum, and Stiles couldn't hold on much longer either. With a few more sharp thrusts Stiles came inside of Scott, making Scott feel slightly filled up. After a while Stiles pulled out and he lies there with Scott on his arm. They're both tired out. Both sticky with sweat and Scotts' semen on their stomachs'.
"What does this make us? We've definitely crossed the line of 'Best Friends'." Stiles said, Rubbing circles in the crook of Scott's neck.
"Do we need a label? Are we boyfriends, mates or something?" Scott said thinking.
"For now we're just us."
"I love you." Stiles said, he didn't stutter or falter or even choke on his words.
"I love you, too. Now go to sleep, I'm tired." Scott said nuzzling himself into Stiles neck.