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In the end, they didn’t end up fucking, much to Isaac’s sadness.
Instead, they filtered through all the rag tag pieces of crap he had somehow accumulated. Derek had been stern on his stance of donating all the furniture he had and in the end Stiles acquiesced, mainly because he couldn’t find another reason to keep his rickety bed and the back pain inducing futon he had set up. Isaac had helped him go through his clothes and sort them into ‘keep’ and ‘donate’ piles. Isaac had been quick to comment that for someone so attractive, his clothing tastes were that of an eighth grader. To which Stiles quickly responded with fuck you, grumbling about how Lydia had said the same thing.
Scott had taken up the task of putting away all the dishes so they could donate them also and had been rather worried by the fact that Stiles apparently had been living off of ramen, expired pop tarts and orange juice.
But, there were a few things he was adamant on keeping. The giant stuffed bear Lydia had won him at the fair being one of them. (Look, getting those rings around those bottles was a fucking nightmare, OK?) The sketchbook he owned- and no, he couldn’t draw, but sometimes he just liked to make little doodles of cats and stuff. It was therapeutic, even if most of the time they ended up looking like gnarled road kill. The bat his father had given to him when he first moved up here. Stiles had laughed at it, but had taken it anyway. The poor thing had never seen any action, but it did get plenty of use when Stiles would use it as a makeshift stripper pole whenever a Beyoncé song came on.
Last but not least were his photos. He only has a few, but they were in the top drawer of his nightstand. He had a habit of just pulling them out to look at them, reminiscing on past days. One of them was a photo of him and Lydia, way back in Beacon Hills. It was just after graduation, and the picture is a little overexposed because the sun had been bright that day, but they stood together, graduation caps in hand, their smiles big and happy. The second was his father sitting in his office, a look of exasperation on his face. He went through a photography phase for about two weeks during high school and had been snapping photos wherever he went, and this particular one was taken after he had gone to the station after school. The sheriff looks completely unimpressed, a hand holding up his chin, brow raised, a cup of black coffee next to him. His desk is a mess and he’s obviously in the middle of doing something.
The last one he keeps is pretty old. It’s been faded, but the picture is semi-clear. To the left his father stands with a big smile on his face and on the right is his mother, smiling as she rests her hands on little Stiles’ shoulders. She was a pale little thing, unlike his father. Long brown hair and big eyes. He realized a long time ago he looks much more like his mother; she even had the same dusting of spots as she did. The picture was taken at the zoo, right before Stiles had dashed off to go see the giant turtles.
He stared at them for a few moments, feeling that familiar tightening in his chest that always led to tears whenever he thought about his mother or his childhood with her. His eyes began to burn with the telltale foreshadowing of tears before he took a deep breath and calmed himself down. He wouldn't cry about this- at least not right now. He laid them in a little box he happened to have in his apartment along with a few other things and he set them aside.
“I’m gonna start taking this stuff down to the truck!” Scott yelled from the kitchen. The sound of his exit quickly followed his voice.
“Are we gonna have to move the big furniture?” Isaac asked, looking at Stiles’ dresser and bed. “It’s not like this apartment is ground level.”
“It wouldn’t be that difficult for Scott and I,” Derek replied, tying up a bag of clothes. “We just have to throw all this crap in the truck and drive it to Goodwill. Other than that we’re done.”
“’Other than that’ he says,” Stiles drawls. “As the moon ascends into the sky and Stiles is definitely over this whole moving debacle.” He flops back onto his now barren bed and closes his eyes.
“Just think about it,” Isaac said, and Stiles feels a pair of lips kiss his forehead. “Once we get back home we can take a nice, long, hot shower together-“
“With that apricot shampoo you have?” Stiles asked.
“Yup. I’ll even wash your back for you.” Isaac ran his fingers through Stiles’ hair with just the right amount of pressure. Stiles moaned in response. “And then if he’s up for it, our dearest Alpha can fuck us into the bed so hard it may break.”
Derek laughed. “I have to get up early in the morning.”
“Then make it fast, Alpha” Stiles said. “Aren’t you supposed to be getting Isaac barefoot and pregnant? Work sounds like an excuse to me.”
There are a couple of footsteps before a hand wrapped softly around his throat and his eyes opened immediately to stare into red ones. His body arched up in automatic response, and he saw that Derek had his other hand gripped tightly into Isaac’s hair, pulling him back and forcing him to bare his neck.
“Was that sass I heard from your mouth?” Derek asked.
Stiles swallowed. “Sass is kinda my thing, dude.”
Derek’s brow raised at the comment before he simply nodded, leaned in ever closer to Stiles’ lips, and Stiles could feel his own eyes burning so brightly as the man hovered over him, the weight and heat of his form imposing on Stiles’ skin. “I’m going to have to punish you for that.”
“Punish me?” Stiles said. “What, am I a child?”
“No, but I am your Alpha, and while I will allow certain things due to the nature of your personality, I will still command authority.”
“But-“
“You are my mate, and I love you, but disrespect will be punished as I see fit,” Derek said with finality. “Understood?”
He had to stare into Derek’s eyes for a few moments to make sure he was serious, that this was real, but Derek didn’t seem to let up on the threat. Reluctantly he nodded. “Yes, Alpha.” The words rolled off his tongue.
Derek gave a slight nod and leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. “Good. And as for you,” Derek leaned up to look Isaac in the eye. “You’ll be getting whatever I choose to give you. Whether it’s my dick, my fingers, my tongue or my whole fucking fist,” Stiles felt Isaac shiver at the statement. “I know what you need, and I’ll give it to you. Understood?”
Isaac is much quicker to surrender. “Yes Alpha.”
“Good.” Then the weight from his throat was gone and he watched as Derek stood up and grabbed a bag. “Gather some stuff and head down to bring it to Scott’s truck. The quicker this is over with, the better.” Derek looked at Stiles as he spoke and smiled, but it was dangerous and full of hidden promises. The alpha picked up a few more things and headed out of the door quickly. “C’mon.”
Stiles gave Isaac a look at which the other Were shrugged. “Sorry?” Isaac asked.
“Dude,” Stiles gasps out. “What kind of punishment is he gonna do? Does it involve pain? Wolfsbane? Metal? Blood?” Stiles flailed his arm because he does not do well with punishment. Nor authority in general for that matter, which is probably why he was in this situation now.
Isaac rolled his eyes. “He just wants to teach you a lesson, dude. It’s happened to all of us. Calm down. Maybe it’ll be something sexy.” Isaac gave him a wink and bent down to grab a few things. “But I’m gonna follow Alpha’s orders before he beats my ass too. Not that I would mind or anything.”
Stiles grumbled as he watched Isaac walk out and he reluctantly and slowly picked up a few things because Fuck Derek but also punishment. He walked out of his apartment with a sour look, and if he hurried down to the elevator it’s because he just wanted moving to be over with, not because he was afraid of Derek or anything.
Yeah. Nothing like that.
***
Scott and Derek went to drop all their stuff off at Goodwill, leaving Isaac and Stiles to drive Derek’s car back home. Isaac helped him bring in the small amount of stuff he had. They walked through the door and stumbled a bit because they had foolishly taken everything in one go because they hadn’t wanted to take multiple trips. So they both ended up with armfuls of bags and boxes, stumbling their way through the hallway and doorway until they ended up in a heap of clutter at the bedroom door. Stiles was pressed against it with Isaac leaning his weight on his back to save him from falling. Stiles opened the door and immediately fell down to the floor, face first, the wall of items from Isaac’s arms piling up around him.
“Smooth move, smart one.” Isaac said, his voice muffled from the heap of stuff around his ears.
“Shuth ufth.” Stiles said, pushing himself up and clearing the debris from his body. “I hate moving.”
“At least you’re not living in that death trap anymore.”
“Hey!” Stiles said, offended. “May have been a death trap, but it was my death trap.”
Isaac decided to not deign him with a response, instead picking up his stuff from the floor and setting it near the closet. Stiles huffed and stood up to start helping. Soon enough all his stuff was set aside- not put away, because they were both far too lazy to even bother. Isaac began to walk out of the room and Stiles followed because while he didn’t want to start putting his stuff away he also didn’t want to be alone. They walked to the kitchen where the faint humming of the microwave could be heard. Leaning against the counter was Jackson, scrolling through his phone while he waited for his food to finish. He was wearing a white tank top and what looked to be ratty pajama pants. He looked up when they entered, raising a brow.
“Hey, idiots.”
“That’s how you greet us?” Isaac asked, walking towards him.
“Yup,” Jackson said, putting aside his phone as he took Isaac into his arms. “Calling it how I see it.”
Isaac let out a small laugh and bent down to place a soft kiss on Jackson’s lips, ducking his head because he was a bit taller than Jackson. Stiles huffed and walked up, sliding an arm down Jackson’s bare bicep.
“Stiles doesn’t get any lovin’?” He asked, a fake pout on his lips. Jackson pulled him into the embrace, each of the sliding up against each of Jackson’s sides. Stiles kissed at his neck and nibbled on his ear, running a hand down Jackson’s chest.
“You smell a little different,” Jackson said to Isaac as he kissed his neck. His other hand was busy squeezing Stiles’ ass. Isaac shot Stiles a look before he moaned out an answer.
“Must be all the sex with Derek. Plus, me being activated now. Who knows what else it’ll change.”
Jackson gave a soft nod and removed his mouth, turning to look into Stiles’ as he grabbed the back of Stiles’ head and led his tongue into his mouth. Stiles moaned into it, realizing how much he hadn’t been touched today. Jackson’s lips were soft and his tongue was sweeping and sliding against his own. When he pulled back he saw that Isaac’s hands were settled into Jackson’s pajama’s, groping softly as Jackson moaned, leaning his head back. They both took the opportunity to attack his neck, licking and sucking there. He heard Isaac gasp at the same moment a hand slipped into his pants and started to rub against his hole, pressing soft and making Stiles keen into Jackson’s side.
“God, you two are such filthy little things.” Jackson said. “I want you to blow me. Both of you.”
Isaac didn’t even hesitate, he fell gracefully to his knees and began to yank down Jackson’s pajamas. He nosed at the hard cock in front of him, sniffing at the space between Jackson’s thighs moaning and rubbing his face into the nest of curls at the base of the shaft. Stiles wanted to kiss Jackson a little bit more, so he stayed to feel Jackson’s mouth move softly against his while his hole was rubbed dry, a soft pressure that made him want more.
“That’s enough,” Jackson said to him with a nibble on his ear. “Get down there.”
Stiles bit his lip and sank down; watching for a moment as Isaac licked at the head then licked a long stripe up the entire base. Stiles leaned in and pressed a kiss to the shaft, following it down until he got to Jackson’s balls. He gave a few licks before he suckled one into his mouth and Jackson moaned as he rolled it around on his tongue. He let saliva flow from his lips to make it nice and wet, and he treated the other one with the same attention, sucking softly.
Isaac sucked on the head and tongued the slit, moaning into it as he let it pop past his lips and he slid down, down and down, getting Jackson’s dick wet with his tongue as he did so. He came back up with hollowed cheeks, sucking hard and diving in again, twisting his head as he did so, the vibrations of his moans sending shivers up Jackson’s spine.
“Holy shit,” Jackson said, sliding his hands into their hair, tugging softly. “Holy shit.”
Both Isaac and Stiles were both hard in their pants as they blew the beta. Stiles palmed himself as he left Jackson’s balls alone to come up and assist with the main objective. As Isaac slid back up Stiles selfishly sucked the head in himself and circled around it with his tongue before swirling down in a motion identical to Isaac’s. Jackson’s cock was real wet now, glistening with their spit, hard and a little red. Stiles’ head bobbed a few times before Isaac took it from him and followed through with the same treatment, and pretty soon they were taking turns sucking Jackson’s dick, their sweet, wet mouths kissing and licking at his cock as they went.
At some point he microwave had gone off and been ignored, and now the kitchen was filled with the sound of their combined slurping, their mouths making wet, smacking sounds as they sucked. Isaac and Stiles were jerking off now, their hands going from Jackson to his dick to each other’s bodies. Stiles was licking the large vein on Jackson’s cock as Isaac sucked now, before Isaac pulled off to mimic him on the other side, letting his tongue liberally lavish the skin with wet licks and soft suckles. Stiles got the idea and soon he was doing the same thing as they both slide up and down either side, basically making out with Jackson’s dick between their lips. Jackson was close, his breaths were ragged and his legs were a little unsteady.
He hadn’t expected for Jackson to hold their heads together so he could thrust, and soon he was effectively fucking their lips, using their tongues and mouths and spit as lube, letting them lick him as he fucked through the wetness.
“Yeah,” he said, pulling them closer. “Yeah, fuck yes, feels so good.”
He stopped and Stiles put the cock in his mouth again, sucking hard, deep throating as much as he could, because his mind is filled with the need to make Jackson come, to please him, to satisfy him. Isaac is on his balls, sucking hard and heavy and they are just as close as he is.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come- yeah, just a little more-“
Isaac came up in a flash and then their both kneeling in front of Jackson, licking and sucking the head of his cock and Isaac takes Jackson in his hand and starts pumping fast, his stroke hastened by the glide of their combined spit. Their tongues are lapping at each other as they stroke fast and soft against the head of Jackson’s cock.
And then Jackson’s back is arching and he’s still, a moan and his lips and come is shooting from his dick and onto their mouths and faces, spraying them and Isaac continues to jerk him off, pulling every ounce from his body before he sucks Jackson down to the root.
Stiles whines because he wanted that too, so he takes the cock from Isaac’s grasp and puts it in his mouth and sucks it down, lets it hit the back of his throat before he pulls off and Isaac is attacking his mouth, licking the come from his lips and he does the same in a haze, a horny, lust-drunk fog. They pull each other’s pants down and fingers press against soft, dry holes and they’re riding each other’s hands as they make out, trying to find some sort of satisfaction but completely unable to.
“Oh fuck,” He distantly hears Jackson say. “Do you- do you guys need Derek? Am I allowed to fuck you?”
And then, miraculously, he hears the front door open and footfalls enter the kitchen.
***
The face on Jackson’s face is almost laughable when he sees the scene in front of him.
Isaac and Stiles are on the kitchen floor, inches away from Jackson’s still hard cock, making out as they finger each other in a desperate haze.
“Am I in trouble?” Jackson asked. “I just- I just wanted a blowjob and then they got like this after I came. I would finish them but I wasn’t sure if-“
“No, it’s fine.” Derek says, putting a hand up to stop Jackson. “They’re probably just a little needy.” Scott is behind him and he turns to see the Beta rubbing himself through his jeans.
Derek walks a few steps forward and puts his hands into his bitch’s hair, pulling them apart with soft tugs. They whine at the lost contact but Isaac looks up at him with burning violet eyes.
“Alpha,” he says, panting, still stroking his cock. “Need it, Alpha. Need it, please.”
“Please,” Stiles mirrors, and his eyes are the same. “So empty.”
“I know, sweethearts,” He releases them and they starting rubbing their faces into his crotch, licking at the material as they let out soft whines of desperation. “Scott?”
“Yeah?” The beta is breathless.
Derek turns around and looks at Scott, letting his eyes burn a soft red. “You down for helping me out with them?”
Scott looks at him with surprise. “Are you- are you serious?”
“What? What about me?” Jackson asked.
“You’ve already gotten yours, Jacks. Next time, babe.” He pets Stiles’ and Isaac’s hair. “C’mon Stiles, you belong to Scott tonight, alright? We’re gonna get you guys taken care of.”
Stiles stops his whining and sniffs before he looks behind Derek and locks eyes with Scott. In less than a few seconds Scott has his hand full of Stiles, whose legs are wrapped around his waists and arms around his neck, pressing soft kisses into his throat, rubbing against him.
“Please fuck me Scott? Please? Promise I’ll be good, if you just fill me up, just wanna be full, full of you, wanna be fucked.”
And Scott wasn’t ready for the trainwreck of pheromones Stiles would be releasing. They hit him full on and he has his hands around Stiles waists, fumbling to unbuckle his belt because he needs to be inside of Stiles like yesterday, needs to fuck him into the ground and get him full and sated and happy, needs that sweet hole clenching around him like it should already be doing. He lets out a growl he wasn’t aware he could muster.
“Scott.” He hears his voice laced with the power of Alpha and he stops to see what’s up. Derek is standing there, Isaac pulled to his side, kissing at his neck and begging for more. “Follow me. Bedroom.” Then Derek turns out of the kitchen.
Stiles is begging for more, right now, but Scott steps, because he knows he’ll get to fuck Stiles tonight if he just follows his Alpha’s orders. If he doesn’t, then not only will he be in trouble, but worse: he’ll be left without an orgasm.
***
Derek doesn’t bother to complain about the haphazardly scattered bags in their room as he walks into it. He can’t bring himself to care, not when he’s got an arm full of Isaac. He kicks some of the bags out of the way until he reaches the bed and deposits Isaac softly onto it. The younger boy doesn’t want to let go, he noses Derek’s neck and runs his hands on his chest and the alpha takes the bitch’s face in his hands and kisses him softly, running a tongue over his lips. Isaac moans and grinds into his crotch.
Derek pulls back from the kiss after a few moments and pulls of Isaac’s shirt and it isn’t until he’s working on getting his pants off that he feels Scott and Stiles fall onto the bed in a mess of limbs. Somehow Scott’s shirt is already long gone and Stiles is fully naked, rubbing his cock against Scott’s abs. Momentarily, Derek and Isaac are distracted by the picture that Stiles makes with his beta peer. It’s pale skin against bronze, hard muscle against soft body. Stiles’ fingers are wrapped in Scott’s hair and their tongues are dancing where their mouths are connected, pressing and sliding together with harsh breaths.
Stiles is arching up into Scott’s body as the roll against each other, and a constant growl is falling from Scott’s chest, a sound Derek has never heard him make before.
“Alpha.” Isaac says, breathless, turning back to him.
“Shhh, I know baby, come here. Let me take care of you.” He pulls the blond closer to him and makes quick work of his jeans.
***
Stiles smells wet.
It’s one of the only things that are splitting through his mind, as he kisses down Stiles’ neck. He stops to worry at a particularly interesting mole with his teeth, licking over the skin and biting down until Stiles moans into it. His mind is so tuned in on the body underneath him, he’s only vaguely aware of his Alpha and Isaac next to them.
It’s not the pre-cum wet he’s so familiar with, but it’s more similar to the scent he smells when Allison is particularly turned on. When she’s ready for him in every way, and he can just slide into that perfect body and lose himself.
It only turns him on more.
He reaches a dark nipple and wraps his lips around it, sucking hard like Allison likes it. Stiles moans and keens into it, gripping his hair harder. His dick is hard in his jeans and it almost hurts but he can’t bring himself to tear away from Stiles, he smells so good, so wet. He licks down his chest and stomach, worrying at the skin wherever he pleases. He follows the heavy, musky scent until he’s nosing at the slight hairs of Stiles’ crotch and he can feel the head of a dick sliding against his throat. It’s unfamiliar territory but it’s not a turn off. He sniffs and growls even more before taking a long look at the dick before him. It’s blushing red and leaking, and while he’s never given a blowjob he doesn’t hesitate to dive in and lick the shaft to the head, wrapping his lips around the tip and sucking. Stiles loves it, so he keeps going. It sits oddly in his mouth and is a bit obstructive, but he does the best he can with what he knows he likes. He opens his eyes to meet honey brown ones starting down at him, watching him suck a dick like he’s done it all his life.
His eyes dart over while he’s letting the cock in his mouth go as far down as he can and he can see that Derek has wasted no time at all; Isaac is on his back, legs in the air and Derek is between them, face buried firmly in Isaac’s ass, licking and slurping. It’s not until then that he notices the wet smell from Isaac too.
Scott pops off of Stiles’ cock and drifts down, licking between his thighs and at his balls before nosing further south and finding the source of the heavy scent. He pushes Stiles knees back until they’re at his chest and his ass spreads so easily, showing off that pretty pink hole so well.
And there it is, clenching open and closed. There’s moisture there that wasn’t there before, but it’s slick and arousing and Scott can’t help himself but to bring the tip of his tongue to it.
It tastes surprisingly similar to Allison.
With that, he really loses all abandon. He licks at Stiles’ hole repeatedly and pulls back to watch it clench from the attention. He nips at it and blows on it, wraps his mouth around it and sucks hard, jabs his tongue into hard and fast, licking up the taste of the slick that Stiles is producing. Stiles is moaning for it, rocking into and away from Scott’s tongue in his sweet hole. Scott makes Stiles hold his legs up so he can push off his pants and squeeze his cock while he eats Stiles out. He uses soft strokes because he’s already so close and he can feel Stiles clenching around his tongue, the pretty pink thing wanting something more, something bigger.
Eventually, it’s too much. He pulls back and looks at Stiles, holding his own legs up, ass spread wide, hole pink and wet and soft, his lips red and eye blown, a raging violet. He licks Stiles’ cock once before leaning up and kissing him again, making the boy taste himself like Scott has.
“Want your cock.” Stiles says immediately, scrambling to wrap arms around his neck. “Want it in me now. C’mon Scott, fuck me, please? Please?”
He sounds so needy. “Yeah, yeah,” Scott says, voice husky. “C’mon, ankles on my shoulders babe.”
Stiles complies immediately and they both moan when they feel Scott’s head rest against his hole.
***
Derek is watching when Scott finally sinks into Stiles. Has been watching this whole time while his mouth is vacuumed around Isaac’s hole, savoring the sweet flavor of his slick. It’s such a turn on, his pretty little bitches are slicking up already. Soon enough he won’t even need lube, he’ll just be able to slide in and breed them up to high heaven whenever he wants.
Isaac has been moaning for his cock for the past few minutes, and he knows the boy is ready, his hole is opening up so easily under his tongue, but he wanted to draw it out, wait until Scott couldn’t take it anymore.
He pulls away and takes off the rest of his clothes in a hurry before flipping Isaac over and pulling his hair, making him watch as Scott’s cock disappears into Stiles’ waiting hole. As the beta slides in a wide smile spreads on Stiles’ face and he sighs like he’s relieved. Scott doesn’t immediately start thrusting, his mouth is wide and his eyes closed as he takes it all in.
Derek pushes Isaac up until the four of them are in close proximity, Isaac’s face hovering over Stiles’. The two immediately start kissing, lapping at each other’s mouths needily.
“Look, Scott,” Derek says, letting a hint of Alpha seep into his voice. The beta’s eyes open and they’re blown to hell and he moans as he watches the two kiss. Scott starts thrusting softly, shivering with the pleasure of it all.
“Oh my god,” Scott says softly, pulling back and then pushing back in. “Oh my fucking god. Derek, he’s so soft inside.”
Derek moans, his blood is rushing so fast under his skin and he’s getting high off of this, off of them. He can feel it rushing to his head. “Warm and wet, too, huh? Squeezing just right around your cock, just like a good bitch should.” He’s watching Scott’s expression as the younger beta begins to pick up the pace, his dick shoving in and out of Stiles’ hole. Stiles and Isaac are still kissing, one of Isaac’s hands is stroking Stiles’ cock softly, the thumb rubbing the head.
“Watch me, Scott,” Derek says, because he doesn’t know why but he wants Scott to watch him do this. Wants Scott to watch him own Isaac. “Watch me.” Scott looks over while he thrusts to Derek’s eyes before they sink down to where Derek is holding his dick in hand, the head lined up perfectly with Isaac’s ass. He makes sure Scott is looking before he plunges in, soft and slow. The instant his head is in he moans and closes his eyes, but he knows Scott is still watching.
“Fuck, you’re so big.” Scott says. “Such a big cock, Alpha. Fuck him, please, I wanna see, please fuck him.”
“Yeah Scott?” Derek says, smiling. “You wanna see your Alpha fuck his little bitch?”
“Yes. Yes, please Alpha,” Scott pants out, and when Derek opens his eyes Scott is still watching him sink into Isaac’s ass, but he’s moved Stiles’ legs to wrap around his waist and he’s pounding without mercy now. His hips are snapping hard and fast, making Stiles shudder with ever thrust, but the bitch doesn’t seem to mind, he’s moaning loud now with Isaac’s mouth on his neck.
“And you Stiles? Want me to fuck him?”
“Yes, Alpha,” Stiles says through breathless shivers. His eyes open slightly and look Derek straight on. “Please.”
As he sinks in the last few inches he grips Isaac’s hair and pulls him back until his mouth is at Isaac’s ear and the boy is moaning with it.
“And you Isaac?” He asks, nibbling on Isaac’s ear. “Want me to fuck you so hard you break? Want me to get you full and round, get some pups in you?”
The boy shivers and grinds back, makes his cock go in a little deeper. “Alpha, Alpha, please, please, want so much, need it, yes…” Isaac’s sentence trails off into a murmur of whimpers.
With that he pushes Isaac to the bed, grips his hips, and goes to town. The first thrust is the hardest, he snaps his hips and grinds up and Isaac actually screams, twisting his fingers into the bedding as Derek drills him. The inside is him is so warm and soft, so perfect, squeezing his cock just right, like Isaac is milking him. He wants to fill this boy up, fill him up so much his body has no choice but to get pregnant. Isaac is whimpering through his fucking but his hole is clenching hard around him and Derek can feel his eyes rolling back with how good it feels but he doesn’t need to see to know that they’re all watching him, even Scott, his handsome little Beta. He doesn’t need to see to know that they’re all his, that he owns them.
He opens his eyes again to see Stiles leaning up to kiss Isaac’s mouth as he’s similarly pounded by Scott, but Scott’s eyes are trained on Derek’s hips, watching him snap into Isaac’s hole. There’s a noticeable sound of wet skin slapping in the room, the scent of sweat and slick permeating the air and driving them all to greater lusts. Derek’s fucking so hard that he has to slow down, even thought the silky softness of Isaac’s ass is one of the greatest things he’s ever felt. He slows down and licks a stripe us Isaac’s neck, tasting his sweat. He lets himself fall softly onto Isaac’s body as he grinds in, twisting and rolling his hips. He kisses Isaac’s ears and neck softly and where he is now his face is a few inches away from Stiles’.
He takes a hand and runs it through Stiles’ sweat-damp hair and the pale boy looks up to him with purple eyes, his body rhythmically bouncing from where Scott is fucking him.
“How does Scott feel sweetheart?” he asks, kissing Stiles on the lips. “His cock feel good in your hole?”
Stiles nods, obviously beyond words, closing his eyes as he surrenders to the sensations. Derek moans and licks into his mouth and Stiles obediently lets him in and Derek suck on his tongue for a moment before another tongue slides it’s way into the kiss and for a few moments Stiles, Isaac and Derek are slipping their tongues against each other, sharing their mouths and breaths and lips.
Eventually Derek leans up from the kiss and takes a breath, never missing a thrust into Isaac’s perfect hole. Stiles and Isaac go back to making out with each other but he gently grips Isaac’s hair and leads the boy to Stiles’ cock. Isaac eagerly latches on, sucking the head between his lips.
He trails his gaze from Stiles’ crotch to where a cock is sliding in and out of Stiles’ ass and his eyes jumps to Scott’s. Scott’s eyes are almost closed but they're trained on him and the boy looks so dazed, so out of it with pleasure and pheromones that he almost looks drunk. His whole body is damp with sweat and his lips are puffy red, his chest heaving with pants.
Derek folds Isaac up a bit more and that changes the angle of his fucking and he’s hitting Isaac’s sweet spot with every roll of his hips. The cock in his mouth muffles Isaac’s moans, but now he can much more easily reach Scott. He reaches over to run a hand through Scott’s hair and the beta’s eyes open up a little bit more, trailing to Derek’s mouth. Derek cradles the side of Scott’s face in a hand, watching as the boy thrusts.
“Does Stiles feel good, baby?” Derek asks, rubbing a thumb over Scott’s lips.
“So good,” Scott says breathlessly. “His hole feels so good, Alpha, so perfect.”
Derek smiles and leans over a bit more. “They’re our perfect little whores, aren’t they?”
Scott nods and there’s a moment between them before Derek closes the gap and their lips meet. Scott shudders at the contact but opens his mouth when Derek seeks entrance, and their kissing as they both fuck into the boys under them, their passions burning hot and slowly as their tongues roll together. Scott moans into it, sucking on Derek’s lips and Derek’s other hand goes to Scott’s back, sliding down until he can grip a firm cheek in his hand and push him forward, making Scott fuck deeper into Stiles.
“So beautiful Scott,” Derek says, kissing him once more. “You’re perfect. I want us to fuck our bitches until they come on our cocks, okay? And then we’re gonna fill them up, alright?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Scott says, thrusting slightly faster. “Wanna fill him up so bad, wanna come in his ass, Alpha.”
“I know baby, me too. But first, I wanna suck on your dick. Is that alright?”
Scott immediately nods. “Want that too- please.”
Derek nods and gives Scott a soft, slow kiss. He pulls away and begins to kiss down Scott’s neck and sucks on his nipples for a moment before continuing his mission downward. Eventually he comes face to face where Scott is thrusting in Stiles’ hole and he watches as the cock pulls out almost all of the way before diving back in. He lets his tongue fall out and he licks at the stretched skin, making both Scott and Stiles whine as he does so.
He stops Scott’s thrust with a hand to his stomach before he pulls Scott’s cock out himself, slowly so he can watch Stiles’ hole stretch around it. Once it’s out Stiles immediately starts whining, but Derek gives the gaping hole a few licks and kisses before stuffing two fingers inside, letting Stiles clench down on them. He then turns his attention on the cock in front of him; it’s hard and red, wet with click and warm in his grip. He lays it on his tongue and swipes up until the head is in his mouth and he can suck off the flavor of Stiles’ slick.
Scott moans and thrusts softly into his mouth and he allows it. He doesn’t waste time bobbing his head up and down, letting Scott’s dick slip between his lips. Fingers find their way into his hair as he blows his beta, and he smacks the cock on his tongue a few times before jerking it for a moment then sucking it again.
“Alpha, your mouth is so good, please kiss me again, please kiss me again, fuck.”
Derek gives sympathy to his poor beta and lets the dick slip from between his lips. He places the head against Stiles’ hole again and watches as Scott so easily falls into it, like it was sucking him in greedily. He leans back up and gives Scott what he asked for, slipping his tongue into his mouth and moaning as Scott tasted the flavor of himself.
“Alright baby,” Derek says, nosing Scott’s cheek. “Let’s make our bitches come, yeah? I wanna watch you fill Stiles up like the good bitch he is, alright?”
Scott nods. “Please touch me while I do Alpha, want your hands and mouth on me.”
“Of course,” Derek responds. He maneuvers himself so that he’s on his knees next to Scott. He pulls Isaac’s head away from where he was sucking on Stiles’ balls and puts him near Stiles’ mouth again- almost immediately the two kiss, hands flying on each other’s bodies. He sinks into Isaac again and starts thrusting, watching as Scott does the same to Stiles.
“Here we go,” Derek says. “Fuck him fast and hard, Scott. I’m right here with you.”
And then they’re racing to the finish line. Scott and Derek are making out, Derek holding Stiles’ legs, keeping them in place on Scott’s shoulders as they both thrust. Derek doesn’t need to keep Isaac’s hips close as he snaps his own and he can feel the way Isaac is clenching around him, as pulling him deeper and deeper that he’s close. He shifts his hips and then Isaac is moaning loud and Stiles is doing the same, their moans getting lost in each other’s mouths as they’re fucked into hysteria. Scott’s lips are soft and wet against his own, and he’s watching as he handsome beta fucks into his bitch, cock making long, hard strokes into that perfect ass.
“So close, Alpha,” Scott says against his lips, shivering. “Want to come so bad, so bad.”
“Just a little bit more, Scott, they’re almost there, then we’ll fill them up at the same time, me and you babe.” Scott’s eyes roll and he latches onto Derek’s mouth once more until he changes his angle and Stiles begins to shiver.
Stiles is bouncing back against every thrust, his eyes going white every time Scott snaps his hips back in. His orgasm doesn’t start out slow, he can feel it in his toes racing through his veins, a pressure in his abdomen spreading out until he’s shaking as Isaac kisses him, toes curling as the sensation shifts from in his bones to the surface of his skin and his keening into Isaac’s mouth as cum shoots from his cock and lands in long white stripes on his belly. He kisses Isaac through the aftershocks, sucking on his tongue as he feels Isaac gyrating his hips, breaths coming faster and faster until he stills and lets out one long, shaky breath that leaves him shuddering and coming on an exhale.
The clench around Derek’s cock means the end is near and he knows the same is true for Scott. He pulls back and Scott whines.
“Eyes open Scott, want to watch you come baby, want you to see me.” Scott’s eyes fly open and they lock gazes. “Eyes on me, same time, you ready?” Scott nods.
Derek lets his eyes go full Alpha, burning a bright, vivid red as lets the sensation run through his veins, the warmth of Isaac’s hole sending shockwaves through his body, a coil of pressure uncurling in his groin and his knot is growing and Isaac obediently pushes back into it.
“Scott, Scott,” Derek is breathless because he’s about to burst. “I’m gonna knot him Scott, gonna fill him up, holy shit-“
“Alpha-Derek, I’m gonna, Alpha-“ And then Scott groans, his body shudders and shakes but his eyes never leave Derek’s gaze. The beta is still balls deep inside Stiles but his hips don’t stop moving through the orgasm, just a long exhale of a shaky whimper that in turn makes Derek groan.
Within a few more thrusts Derek is bursting and he’s shaking just as hard, keeping his eyes locked with Scott as come shoots inside of Isaac, his knot quickly expanding as his shivers rush through him. Scott breaks the eye contact and wraps his arms around him and kisses his neck as Derek makes these abortive little thrusts, his knot already firmly embedded in Isaac’s ass.
It takes a few moments for the explosiveness of the experience to settle down, but by the time he comes back to himself Scott is nuzzling into his neck, leaving wet kisses on his chest. Derek gives himself a few moments to take a deep breath before he opens his eyes again.
Stiles and Isaac are kissing each other softly, their lusts replaced by exhaustion, but still wanting intimacy. Scott is close to him, arms wrapped around his body, sweat and warm, but comforting.
“That was amazing.” Scott says softly. “I- I never knew-“
“Yeah,” Derek interrupts. “That was fantastic.” He pulls Scott away from him and kisses him softly on the lips. “And now it’s time for sleep. The little ones are exhausted.”
Scott looks at Stiles and Isaac and smiles softly. “I can’t believe how amazing that was. But yeah, I’m spent.” Scott wraps his arms around Derek’s neck and they kiss again for a moment and Derek knows that Scott just wants to be close to his Alpha, wants the reassurance of his presence, but Derek needs to take care of all of them and get them to bed.
“C’mon, beta, I’m tied, we need to get them into sleeping position.” With a last quick peck they set to getting everyone settled. Derek can’t do much, but he does manage to get him and Isaac on their sides and under the covers. Isaac is already pretty much asleep by the time he’s in position, eyes closed and breaths coming softly. Derek watches as Scott moves Stiles next to Isaac and watches as they curl up together instinctively. Scott goes to turn off the light before slipping under the covers and spooning Stiles.
Soon, they’re all settled and soft breaths fill the room. Before he dozes off Derek lets a hand wander over until it’s settled on Scott’s who in return laces their fingers together.
“G’night, Alpha.” Scott says softly.
“Good night, Scott.” Derek responds, smiling into the back of Isaac’s neck.