Guns and Gags Chapter 6: A Punishment Fitting the Crime, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: Guns and Gags – The Wolf, the Hunter and their Bambi

Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, AU, Spark Stiles, PTSD, past abuse, BDSM, explicit intercourse, anal, oral, knotting, orgasm delay, bondage, gags, kneeling, sex toys, collars, spanking, size queen Stiles

Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles

Side Pairings: Scott/Allison, Jackson/Lydia, Boyd/Erica

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey

Writer's Month Prompts: lightning office

Summary: Peter owns a sex shop, Chris owns a gun shop and they're located right next to each other. They're also happily married and looking for a cute sub to add to their relationship. Stiles is a deputy who regularly comes into Chris' shop and Chris knows he's perfect for them – but Peter is also convinced that one of his customers, whom he only calls Bambi, would be perfect for them.

Guns and Gags

The Wolf, the Hunter and their Bambi

Chapter 6: A Punishment Fitting the Crime

Stiles was going to get laid this weekend, whatever it took. He was going to throw his pride out the window and beg for it, if he had to, but if he would return back to Beacon Hills on Sunday without knowing what Peter and Chris felt like inside him, he was going to combust.

He'd spent the weekend at theirs two weeks ago – two agonizing, long weeks ago – and all they'd done were blowjobs and hand-jobs. He'd gotten his mouth on them both and he had gotten their mouths on him (oh, the things Peter's mouth did) and it had been great, really! But then he spent the following two weeks needy and desperate because he remembered the taste and weight of their cocks and couldn't help but wonder what they'd feel like fucking him.

Over the past two weeks, Chris and Peter had come over to Beacon Hills two times to take him out on dates, once to a romantic picnic in the preserve and once to dinner at Beacon Hills' fanciest restaurant. Each time, they brought him courting gifts. A watch and a red leather jacket. Also, because Peter was Peter, a set of red princess plugs and a tentacle-shaped vibrator. Stiles thought they were really going overboard and spending too much money on him, but whenever he tried to protest, they would silence him with these deeply devoted looks of theirs that disarmed him.

They texted all the time, and Stiles really meant all the time. He had no filter, that didn't just go for talking. Perhaps a part of him also wanted to test their patience, because despite their words, he still thought they'd hit a wall of frustration sooner or later. Instead, they would always reply within a couple minutes. They had video calls in the evening, Stiles laying in his bed and Peter and Chris in theirs, talking about their days, sometimes until Stiles would fall asleep.

So, two weeks later when his next free weekend came up – because he was a deputy, he worked in shifts and thus only had every second weekend fixed off, the other weekend he had to work and had two days off during the week – Stiles took off right after work to drive to Silver Lake.

However, this time he was not going to risk his stupid boyfriends closing their shops early. So instead, he texted Erica and asked what she was doing and if she wanted to meet. Three hours later, he was sitting in a diner with Erica, Boyd and a guy they introduced as Isaac Lahey, the third beta of the Hale Pack, aside from the Hale family. Stiles knew that Peter and Chris' niblings were all currently not living in California; Laura and Derek were studying in New York, Laura at Julliard while Derek was on his way to become a doctor, while Cora was studying abroad in Mexico. Stiles didn't exactly mind not getting to meet them just yet, it was already pressure enough that he was best friends with their daughter, after all. So Stiles was carefully getting to know the other betas.

"You know, you're kind of fun, Stiles," Isaac grinned. "You're enough of a sarcastic asshole to keep Peter on his toes and we all know Peter needs someone to keep him on his toes."

"Yeah. Chris is mostly exasperated and endures," Erica snickered before elbowing Stiles. "Can't imagine Chris fell for two sarcastic assholes though. That seems exhausting."

"Rude and uncalled for," Stiles stuck his tongue out. "I am an absolute angel."

Boyd snorted and shot him a look. "Sure, the way Lucifer was once an angel."

Stiles gasped and clutched his hand. "Once I become your step-Alpha, you are all grounded!"

"That's not how that works," Isaac rolled his eyes. "But good to hear you plan ahead. Peter's been fretting about courting you and whether or not you wanted to be courted."

That made Stiles tense just a little. Yes, he had his doubts, but his doubts weren't about whether he wanted them – he wanted them quite desperately. His doubts were about them realizing that he was too much work and too annoying and demanded too much of their attention. Sooner or later, they'd realize that their relationship had been easier before and that it just wasn't worth it to add him.

"I don't like the way you smell right now," Erica noted with a frown, nuzzling him a little.

It made Stiles snort. "You're just like your Alpha. He says he doesn't like the scent of misery either. Fucking werewolves. Just keep your noses out of my emotions."

He elbowed her just a little. But she? She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him close.

"You should go see your boyfriends," Boyd suggested softly.

Stiles looked at him and blinked, before emptying his coffee. Yeah, maybe he should go and see his boyfriends. Seeing them helped him a little with feeling less in his head. Stuffing the last of his doughnut into his mouth, he got up and then waved at the three betas.

"It was good seeing you guys. And meeting you, Isaac. I'll text you some time. Bye!"

"Have fun getting laid, Batman," Erica called after him shamelessly.

"Erica," Isaac groaned. "That's things I don't want to think about!"

Stiles blushed but cackled anyway. He drove straight to his boyfriends' stores and when he parked, he took a moment to wonder which store he should go to first. Last time, he'd gone to Peter's first, so this time, it was Chris' turn? Nodding to himself, he got out of his car and headed straight to the Silver Bullet. When the bell chimed upon his entry, Chris looked up with that charming customer service smile of his. It was delightful to see that smile morph into a genuine, warm smile.

"Well, isn't that a nice surprise?" Chris' voice dropped to a low growl and his eyes darkened. "C'mere, baby. I missed getting my hands on you. And my mouth."

Grinning, Stiles walked behind the counter and ducked into Chris' arms to be kissed. The man's hands cupped Stiles' ass, rubbing slowly and then squeezing tightly. Stiles gasped into their kiss.

"Missed you too," Stiles groaned and bared his neck for his boyfriend.

Chris' beard scratched down Stiles' neck, making Stiles shudder. Lips attached to his neck, sucking a mark on it. Chris loved marking Stiles up, mostly to tease Peter with it. Because it really riled the Alpha up to see Stiles all marked up. Stiles gasped when Chris squeezed his ass even harder, lifting him up by it. Gladly did Stiles wrap his legs around Chris' waist. It was already hot to be manhandled by his wolf, but the fact that Chris could do it too? Stiles' hands wandered to squeeze the bulging biceps on his boyfriend. Chris chuckled before he sank his teeth into Stiles' neck. Fuck. The pressure of Chris' teeth and his hands on Stiles' ass was enough to make him rock hard.

"Someone's really happy to see me," Chris whispered amused.

Slowly, he lowered Stiles again, but adjusted him so Stiles was half hanging off Chris' leg, the man's thigh between Stiles' legs. As he was lowered, Stiles' cock rubbed along his boyfriend's thigh, electing a moan from Stiles. He pulled himself back up once he was down, to get more friction. When he realized what he was doing, he opened his eyes wide in embarrassment. But he was met by a wicked, knowing smirk from Chris, who rubbed Stiles' ass in near praise.

"No need to look embarrassed, sugar," Chris smirked, patting Stiles' ass. "You're all hard and desperate for me, just from kissing me. Makes an old man feel flattered, baby."

"I've been thinking about your hands and your mouth and your everything since I got to see you last," Stiles groaned frustrated. "It's been four days. That's too long. Way too long."

"Mhmh," Chris nuzzled back into Stiles' neck, sucking another mark. "You're right. So, how desperate are you, pretty boy? Think you can come just from rutting against my thigh?"

Fuck. Stiles moaned out, loud and filthy, his hips bucking again. Chris smirked pleased.

"Say it," Chris' voice changed, no more soft teasing but the hard edge of his dom-voice. "Don't just rub against me like a cat in heat like that. Be a good boy and tell me what you need."

"Need to come," Stiles mewled. "Fuck, I've been masturbating so much in the past days, missed you and Peter so much, please, I need to come. Could come from rubbing against you, yes, totally, this is so hot, love having your hands on me, love how filthy this feels."

"Good boy," Chris whispered pleased, pressing a kiss to his temple. "You're doing so good telling me what you need. Love the desperate little noises you make. But needy little kittens who want to get off should be good and beg for it, don't you think? Good kittens need to ask permission."

Stiles was pudding in Chris' hands at those words. When his hips jerked near on instinct, Chris held them in place with a low warning growl. A frustrated little whine escaped Stiles, arousal making him feel near dizzy with want. This was so much filthier than anything they had done two weeks ago. Somehow, it felt filthier than anything Stiles had ever done, because Chris had such a firm command over him and made him feel all the more desperate to give up control. Whenever he'd subbed in the past, it always took him so long to slip, defiant against the people he may not know enough to trust that much. But with Chris, it felt near natural. His hips jerked again in Chris' hold.

"Be good," Chris growled, lifting one hand to smack Stiles' ass. "Ask for permission."

"Please," Stiles whimpered desperately. "Please, I need to come, please lemme rub off against you, sir, I'm a needy kitten and I need to come, wanna come so badly. Please let me come, sir?"

There was a special, dark growl that he got from Chris when he called the man 'sir'. "Yes, you may come, kitten. Show me how much you missed me, come without me touching your cock, just by rubbing against my thigh like the needy little kitten you are."

Stiles made a broken noise when Chris let go of his hips and allowed him to properly rut against him with abandon. Chris' hands found their way to Stiles' ass again, massaging and squeezing but so hard it felt like he would be leaving finger-prints. The friction between his cock and jeans was strange and different and felt so much more desperate than jerking off. Like he couldn't be bothered to take his clothes off, reduced to a needy mess just by Chris' words. It was a high in on itself.

"Good," Chris whispered, dark and pleased. "You're doing so good for me. Come for me, baby."

With a howled out keening noise did Stiles come in his pants, hips stuttering. He went lax in post-orgasmic bliss, simply melting against Chris' chest, hanging off his thigh. The man groaned, like it brought him the same kind of pleasure, simply seeing Stiles come undone like this.

"So fucking good for me," Chris praised him and peppered his face with kisses. "So good, baby."

Stiles was still catching his breath, but he felt so much more relaxed, more at ease, than he had in days. Maybe weeks. Chris was cradling him, holding him. Allowing him to just relax, not be on high alert, ready to defend himself, to fight, to protect someone else.

Chris tensed and cursed beneath his breath, gaining Stiles' attention. "Wha…?"

"I didn't lock the door, or flip the sign. We just did all of that, behind the counter, during opening hours," Chris looked genuinely upset. "I'm a more responsible dom than that, I should have taken you upstairs for this, or at least locked the store. I was so distracted by how pretty you looked like that, how sweet and willing you were, I completely forgot everything else…"

Stiles pushed against Chris' chest to get upright. He frowned at his boyfriend and gently cupped Chris' face to bring him in for a soft, sweet kiss, until he felt the man relax beneath him.

"It's okay," Stiles whispered gently when their kiss parted. "Nobody walked in on us, it was all fine. Please don't beat yourself up about it, okay? I'm sorry I got carried away, I shouldn't have come on that strong at your place of work. So, if anything, it's both our fault."

Chris didn't look too appeased by it, but he did let himself be distracted with another kiss. "How about I close the shop early and take you upstairs to get you all cleaned up, sweet thing?"

"You will not close your shops early again," Stiles rolled his eyes. "I let Erica, Boyd and Isaac push me to come see you before closing time, but I will not have you close early, mister. If you want a piece of this," Stiles grabbed Chris' hands to place them on his ass again, "you will be a responsible shop-owner and continue working until closing hours."

"Blackmail," Chris growled and nipped Stiles' earlobe. "And what will you do?"

The most wicked grin split Stiles' lips at that. "I will go next door and torment our wolf."

"And let me guess, you will not take a shower before you do that either?" Chris sighed.

Stiles pressed against Chris, feeling the man's still rock-hard cock against his abdomen before he whispered into Chris' ear. "How about I lock the door and get on my knees for you before I go torment Peter? Have you cover me in your scent too?"

The dark hungry look Chris gave him was answer enough. With a skip in his steps did Stiles go to lock the shop's door and flip the 'closed' sign. When he returned to Chris, he eagerly dropped to his knees in front of the man, giving him a hooded-eyed look and mouthing at Chris' clothed crotch. Chris groaned and threw his head back, his fingers entangling Stiles' hair. A filthy moan escaped Stiles when Chris tugged. Nimble fingers were quick to open Chris' pants and free Stiles' prize. Licking his lips, Stiles palmed Chris' cock a couple times. Opening wide, he wrapped his lips around the thick goodness. The fingers in his hair tightened when more of Chris' dick slid down his throat. Stiles bobbed his head, tongue teasing all the places he had learned two weeks ago would get him the prettiest sounds from his boyfriend. He loved the weight of Chris on his tongue like that, loved the noises he could draw from Chris, loved being down on his knees for Chris like that.

"Kitten, I'm gonna come," Chris groaned, thighs shaking. "How do you want it?"

Stiles pulled off Chris' cock and started licking teasingly at the head with the tip of his tongue. "I want you to come on my face, cover me in your scent, drive our wolf mad."

Stiles wasn't sure if it were his kitten-licks or his words, but Chris hit his orgasm hard, coming all over Stiles' face. Licking his lips to taste his boyfriend, he blinked up at him. Chris groaned.

"Baby, can I take a picture of you? Because I am not letting you walk out of here like that, but Peter should really get to see why my scent is all over you?"

"Fuck yeah, that's hot," Stiles grinned and batted his lashes.

He let his mouth drop open, tongue hanging out and electing another groan from Chris. Heh. His men were really damn whipped for him, huh. Chris took a picture and only after did Stiles get up. He ran his fingers over his own cheeks, smearing the cum more into his skin (knowing that made the scent stick more), before gathering it up and licking his fingers clean.

"You are horrible," Chris muttered breathlessly. "If I was twenty years younger, I'd be up and bending you over the counter right now, just for that. You, covered in my cum, licking it off…"

Stiles laughed while Chris went ahead to help him, wiping cum off that Stiles hadn't caught yet and offering his own fingers to Stiles. The boy blinked innocently and wrapped his lips around two fingers, sucking the cum off of them. Chris groaned in utter frustration.

"I want to fuck you so badly right now, but I need time to recover. And apparently, I need to work."

Stiles grinned cheekily and leaned in to kiss Chris. "And after you're done with work, you will have recovered enough to fuck me into the mattress. That works out well for everyone."

Hah! Stiles was so getting fucked today, hell yeah! He knew he could wear his boyfriends down. They wanted to wait, wanted him to know they really wanted him, for more than just sex, reassure him that he was wanted by them. That wasn't going to happen quickly though, with his kind of background, he would need months, maybe years, until he could truly and fully believe that they wouldn't grow tired of him, wouldn't start seeing him as a burden. And he absolutely did not want to wait that long with sex. So he had to take matters into his own hands, seduce his men.

"Send the picture after I leave your store," Stiles pecked Chris again. "See you after work, babe."

Chris snorted out a laugh and smacked Stiles' ass one last time. "Have fun torturing Peter."

/break\

Peter's phone buzzed with a message, but he was in the middle of a sale so he ignored it. He also ignored the chiming of his door, his full focus on the flustered selkie who was trying to buy a tentacle dildo without admitting that she wanted to buy a tentacle dildo. However, Peter was not in the business of taking that over for his customers; they did have to pick what they wanted.

And then the scent hit him. His nostrils flared at the honey-sweet scent of his Spark's arousal and the Earthy-rich scent of his husband's arousal, mixed together. His head snapped up and he stared at the one who had just walked into his shop. Stiles. Stiles, in a red hoodie and with a broad grin, reeking of not just his own arousal but also Chris'. Spotting a row of hickeys, too.

Without looking away from Stiles did Peter grab the damn tentacle dildo and shove it at the woman in front of him. "Excellent model, exactly what you're looking for. Have a good day."

She made a surprised and embarrassed noise before handing over the money and leaving. A teasing grin spread Stiles' lips and Peter noted just how red they were. Like he'd just spent some time sucking a cock. Peter grabbed Stiles by the neck and pulled him over the counter to kiss, but before he could kiss his boy, he rubbed his nose against Stiles' cheek, growling darkly. The scent of Chris' cum was clinging onto that soft, pale skin like Chris had come all over him.

"You smell like Christopher," Peter growled delighted.

"Check your phone," Stiles whispered back before kissing him.

It took some to tear himself away from his boy, because he hadn't gotten to see Stiles in four days and because Stiles smelt oh-so delicious. Still, he was too curious, so he checked his phone. He dropped it onto the counter when he saw the photo Chris had sent him. Stiles on his knees, red, spit-slick lips open and tempting tongue lolled out, his face painted with cum.

"You little tease," Peter growled around a mouth full of fangs.

He knew his eyes were flashing red, his inner wolf eager to bend his boy over and fuck him right here and now. The door chimed and Stiles pushed off of Peter, much to the Alpha's dismay.

"You have work," Stiles chimed. "I'll just get comfortable and keep you company."

Peter stared genuinely stunned as his boyfriend just hopped onto the counter and got comfortable. What. Was Peter seriously supposed to work and concentrate while Stiles was right here, in touching and kissing distance, and smelling like that? Like sweet arousal and cum? Once on the counter, Stiles wiggled his nose and started squirming.

"Actually, change of plans," Stiles hopped off the counter again. "I'll go upstairs and shower first. Dry-humping Chris' thigh may have been hot, but the mess in my pants is starting to get uncomfortable. So, keys? And I'll see you in half an hour, Alpha?"

Stiles held his hand out expectantly and looked at Peter like what he had just said was perfectly normal. Dry-humping Chris' thigh? And the reason Stiles smelt like his own cum was because he was currently still drenched in it, in his boxers, after coming just from rubbing against Chris? Peter's brain felt like it was failing him. When Stiles cleared his throat pointedly, Peter handed over the keys more on autopilot than anything else, because his mind was still on the mental image.

Stiles smiled sweetly and kissed Peter's cheek before making his way to the back to go upstairs. As soon as he was out of sight did Peter grab his phone and call his husband, scowling.

"Why did you decide to torture me, Christopher? What did I do to you?"

"I mean, you were a brat yesterday," Chris replied thoughtfully. "And believe me, tormenting you was not my idea. That was all on our feisty little kitten. I think he really wants to get fucked and decided to wear us both down. For the record, it is working on me."

Peter grumbled beneath his breath. "I am closing shop and following him upstairs."

"You're not. Fairly sure he would refuse sex if we closed early, so better safe than sorry."

The grumbling increased, earning him a chuckle from his husband. "This isn't fair. We're his doms! We should be torturing him in all the fun ways, we should not be at his mercy like this!"

"We got ourselves a cheeky little brat," Chris' voice was dripping with adoration.

"We did," Peter heaved a deep sigh. "He looks good with your cum on his face."

The customer turned to stare at him bewildered from across the room and Peter decided to end the phone-call with a last 'I love you'. How dare these two expect him to actually do work. Stiles' arousal still lingered in the air and it made Peter's mouth water.

The customer picked what they wanted, paid for it and left. Two others walked in, chatting excitedly while browsing. Which meant Peter did not have the privacy to pin Stiles against the wall, scent-mark and generally mark him when Stiles finally walked back in. Because the boy had chosen to wear Chris' dark-gray sweat-pants and one of Peter's v-necks. The shirt hung so loose on Stiles', because of the very, very deep cut on the neckline and the fact that Peter's shoulders were much broader than Stiles', even if their statue was otherwise moderately similar. But Peter's v-necks? They sat on Stiles in such a tempting manner, the neckline would slip off of one shoulder. Stiles had chosen to wear it so it left the side bare where Chris had painted his neck in hickeys earlier.

Taking a deep breath, Peter grabbed Stiles by the neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss before whispering in his ear. "I am going to fuck you so hard, you will not be leaving our bed for the rest of this weekend, darling. Mostly because you'll spent it on either my cock or Chris', but also because you won't be able to walk. Am I clear, pet?"

"Yes, Alpha," Stiles gasped out, his arousal spiking.

"And that's exactly what you want, isn't it?" Peter growled, grabbing a fistful of Stiles' hair.

He tugged, pulling Stiles' head aside to bare the unmarked side of his neck so Peter could leave his own marks. He kept one eye on his customers, to make sure they were still busy and out of sight.

"You are a manipulative little brat," Peter whispered, trying to sound not too delighted. "And Christopher is going to give you such a hard spanking for it."

Stiles grinned brightly at him. "Promise?"

Peter snorted and shook his head. He pecked Stiles' lips. This brat had them both wrapped around his little finger and Peter didn't think the Spark was even aware of that.

/break\

Chris had never closed shop that punctually. He watched the second hand on his clock and the moment it hit, he actually ushered his last customers out, apologizing about having a very important appointment. Nobody needed to know that said appointment was fucking his boyfriend. He did his best not to run upstairs because if he showed up even slightly winded, Stiles was going to be such a smug little shit about it. By the time he reached their bedroom, Peter was already quite busy devouring their boy. Stiles was sprawled out on the bed, arms over his head and tied to the bedpost, wearing nothing but one of Peter's v-necks that was pushed up a little where Peter had one hand underneath it, obviously playing with one of Stiles' nipples. Stiles' legs were around Peter's neck while the wolf was sucking him off. When Chris rounded the bed, he saw Peter's other hand working Stiles open with a large, red dildo. The boy kept keening and sobbing, eyes crossed.

"Baby, how long has Peter been teasing you?" Chris asked a little amused.

He ran his fingers through Stiles' hair and then cupped the boy's cheek. Stiles immediately nuzzled into the hand, turning his head so he could wrap his lips around Chris' thumb, sucking it into his mouth. Mh, Peter must be working their boy over for a while. Stiles' oral fixation always acted up when the Spark was overstimulated. Smiling at him, Chris slipped two more fingers into the eager mouth, making Stiles mewl happily and suck with hunger.

Peter pulled off Stiles' cock. "An hour. I give him time to cool down every time he's close. The little brat already came when he was rubbing himself against you, I told him if that was how he wanted to waste his orgasm, so be it. Get undressed, Christopher. I do want him well-prepped when I fuck him so you'll get him first, open him up for me."

Chris snorted amused but gladly followed the suggestion. When he was naked, he guided Stiles' face so the boy could suck his cock into full hardness. A cute noise of protest escaped Stiles when Chris pulled out. He chuckled and patted Stiles' head gently.

"C'mon, Peter. You got your revenge, let me have our boy. I've been waiting for this for months."

Peter huffed and pulled the dildo out of Stiles before rolling over onto the other side of the bed. He wrapped his arms around Stiles' waist and snuggled up to him to kiss him, keep his mouth occupied. Chris took the vacant spot between Stiles' legs, grabbing smooth, pale thighs to part them further. Stiles was so hot and tight around him, squeezing down just right.

"God, baby," Chris groaned, throwing his head back as he started thrusting hard and deep. "You feel so good, so tight, you're just perfect. And look at you, so pretty on my cock like that."

And he was, oh, Stiles looked beautiful like that. Tied up, sprawled out, flushed and wide-eyed. Peter had pushed his v-neck up enough so he could kiss along Stiles' chest, suckle and bite Stiles' nipples, alternating between them until they were both puffy and dark.

"Evil," Stiles whined as he bucked up. "Ple—ease? Please, I need to come."

"Oh, you do? You do, darling?" Peter raised both his eyebrows. "What about me, mh? I needed to come inside you for an hour, while you just sat on my counter, looking pretty and smelling delicious. You don't get to come until you suffered as long as I did."

"That sounds fair to me," Chris agreed amused, angling his thrusts to make Stiles sob.

One of Peter's hands was curled around the base of Stiles' cock to keep him from coming. And put like that, Peter was quite right. Stiles had absolutely brought this on himself. But Chris had been desperate for this too, so he didn't have it in him to last long either, not with the beautiful noises Stiles was making and the way Stiles felt around him. With a last jerk of his hips did he come inside their boy, filling him up. Tears spilled from Stiles' eyes as he bucked into Peter's hand, just to be gripped even tighter and stop him from coming just yet.

"Sh, so good for us, kitten," Chris murmured, peppering kisses down Stiles' chest as he pulled out.

"I promised our boy a spanking from you for his behavior," Peter offered. "Would you be so kind?"

Chris turned toward Stiles, who was already quite the mess. "Stiles, I need you to tell me if you're up for that too. Peter still wants to fuck you after. What's your color?"

It took Stiles a moment, big eyes blinking up at him. "Green, green, so fucking green, please."

With an amused smile on his lips did Chris pull out of their boy and flip Stiles over. His twists were crossed, tied loosely enough to not cause discomfort like this. Chris pulled Stiles up onto his knees, ass sticking up, Chris' cum leaking out of his hole. Peter made a pleased noise at that. For a moment, Chris groped and caressed Stiles' ass before lifting his hand and bringing it down hard. Stiles jerked a little but eagerly pushed back for the next. Spank after spank was delivered on creamy-white cheeks until they were a gorgeous dark red all over. Chris made sure to space them well and hit Stiles' upper thighs too, until Chris' hand was stinging from the harsh spanking. He loved to imagine how much Stiles' ass must be aching by now. The boy was sobbing and begging, his cock leaking pre-cum onto the sheets by the time Chris was done.

"There you go, sweetheart," Peter purred, playing with Stiles' hair. "You took your punishment so, so well and now you'll get your reward, mh? I'm going to fuck you and I'm going to knot you and you're going to be a good boy for me and come on my knot, won't you?"

"Yes, Alpha," Stiles gasped out breathlessly, thrusting his ass out. "Please knot me, please."

Chris was panting hard as he let himself collapse onto the spot Peter just left. The Alpha's hands cupped Stiles' sore ass until their boy whimpered, before he grabbed Stiles by the hips. After an hour of prep and Chris fucking him, Stiles was well enough prepared to take the Alpha's huge cock. Stiles dissolved into a chant of yesMOREpleaseFUCKyesYESyes once Peter breached him.

"Knew you would feel perfect, love," Peter trailed kisses down Stiles' spine. "So good."

Chris hummed his agreement, caressing Stiles' hair in a soothing manner while feeling Stiles a few fingers from his other hand to suckle on. Peter fucked their boy quick and hard, the bed shaking under the effort and Stiles whining every time Peter pressed against his raw-spanked ass. Chris knew exactly when Peter's knot caught because Stiles came untouched, sputtering cum all over the sheets, going all slack in Peter's grasp while the wolf kept fucking him until the Alpha came deep inside him. Stiles made a soft keening noise as more cum filled him up. Peter bit down gently on Stiles' neck when he orgasmed and then pulled their boy flush against his chest after.

"You did so good for us, love," Chris smiled, laying on Stiles' other side. "God, you're perfect."

Stiles offered him a last fucked-out smile before he drifted off to sleep, looking sated and happy.

Author's note: Sooo next chapter is gonna be the final one already! Stiles will come to his boyfriends because he needs to get rid of some access magic and Chris and Peter will get to experience how overwhelming it can be to have a powerful Spark submit to them~