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“What happened?” Theo asked.
“I don’t wanna talk about it.”
That was okay. At least he didn’t lie. Good boy.
Theo leaned in closer, lips inches from Stiles. “Wanna do something else about it?”
Fingers curled in his hair as an answer, and lips met his. Theo growled, low in his throat, crawling onto the bed, on top of Stiles. Such a good boy.
Theo claimed Stiles’ lips in a hungry kiss, hands sliding up the front of his shirt, rucking it up but not trying to pull it off. He knew Stiles wouldn’t want him to. Then he’d see the bite. Another growl rumbled through him at the thought of someone else biting what was his.
He pressed his face into Stiles’ neck, breathing in everything the human was feeling, taking back what Donovan had tried to steal. Anxiety lingered in Stiles’ scent, but it had lowered to a simmer. Fear had become a background noise. Anger was still potent, but not like the desperation-laced arousal. Stiles wanted to forget. Theo could help with that. He bit his neck, and Stiles hissed before moaning as Theo ran his tongue slowly over the flesh caught between his teeth. He let his claws extend, dragging lightly along Stiles’ sides. He’d learned that the human liked a little pain sometimes. On a couple of occasions, Theo had even broken skin and only received moans in response. Before the words fell from Stiles’ lips, Theo knew this was one of those nights.
“More,” he moaned, and Theo was more than happy to oblige. Pressing his hips against Stiles’ to relieve some pressure, he dug his claws in harder. The scent of blood and arousal, Stiles’ broken moan. Theo growled, grinding hard against him. Fingers tight in his hair pulled him in for a hard kiss as Stiles ground up against him.
Theo retracted his claws to undo Stiles' pants, tugging them down along with his underwear. When he started pulling back, Stiles held on tighter, and Theo chuckled against his lips. “If you wanna get fucked, I’m gonna need the lube,” he whispered, as if he wasn’t relishing Stiles’ desperate need to keep him close. “Do you wanna get fucked, Mischief?”
Stiles huffed but relented, hands slowly releasing his hair. They found a new purpose in shoving his pants down and working the button and zipper of Theo’s jeans while the chimera opened the top drawer of his nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube. He got up long enough for both of them to get rid of their pants before reclaiming his rightful spot between the human’s legs.
Popping the cap, he was about to pour some onto his fingers when Stiles grabbed his wrist. “Don’t.” Theo’s eyes slowly lifted to meet Stiles’. “You asked if I wanted to get fucked, not fingered. So fuck me.”
Theo groaned, his already aching cock throbbing with need. “You sure?” As if he didn’t need to be buried inside Stiles’ fucking yesterday. But he’d never fucked him unprepped, and this wasn’t fun if Stiles didn’t enjoy it too.
“Theo, get your dick inside me now,” Stiles growled, and any semblance of control the chimera had slipped away.
He poured the lube directly onto his cock, stroking himself quickly to spread it along his length. A sigh of relief fell from his lips at the contact. Then he was lining the head up with Stiles’ hole and pushing, slow and relentless, until he was buried to the hilt, collapsing against Stiles.
He allowed them both a beat to adjust: Stiles to the desired ache of being stretched around his cock, Theo to the exquisite tightness of Stiles bearing down on him. One beat, then he pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into him. Fists pressed into the mattress on either side of Stiles’ head, holding the chimera up as he stared down the human- his human.
Stiles threw his head back beautifully, moaning Theo’s name as the chimera pounded into him. Hands slid up the back of his shirt just so nails could drag down his back. Theo arched into the sting, eyes flashing gold, fangs dropping. He fell to his elbows, lips pressing to Stiles’ throat, and his teeth sank in. Not hard enough to break skin. Though the arousal of everything that had happened that night had clouded his brain beyond belief, he held onto a strand of control that prevented him from causing real damage to this boy, this absolute fucking treasure, moaning and writhing beneath him.
Desperation wafted off him as he fucked himself back on Theo’s cock, Stiles bared his throat to him, one hand fisting tight in his hair. “More. God, Theo, give me more.” A clawed hand slammed against the headboard, fingers curling around it for leverage, and Theo pounded into Stiles relentlessly, biting and sucking down his throat, painting red constellations across his skin.
Theo was something of an expert in reading the Stiles’ body: his chemosignals, the catches in his breath, the way he shifted from fucking himself on Theo to just grinding back on him, nails biting into his back, a desperate clinging. He was close, but Theo wasn’t satisfied he’d given him enough. He pulled away from his throat, draping Stiles’ legs over his shoulders. Hands gripped his hips, claws digging in as he raised them just so. He knew he had that perfect angle when Stiles’ eyes rolled back and he let out a long, wordless moan. That was more like it.
He fucked him hard and fast, cock battering his prostate with each thrust. “Gonna come on my cock like a good boy, Mischief? Gonna come without me even touching your pretty dick? Is this what you wanted, you little slut? What was it you said when I got here? That weren’t in the mood? Ten minutes later, you’re begging me to stretch your tight little ass on my cock with no prep? Tell me you were wrong.” Theo’s voice shifted to a predatory growl. “You wanna fucking come? Tell me you needed me.”
“I was wrong,” Stiles cried with zero hesitation. “I was wrong, I needed you, Theo. Needed you so badly. Please! Wanna come on your cock, Theo.”
Theo dropped back to his elbows, forehead pressed against Stiles’ as he bent the human in half, and he fucked him even harder. “Then come,” he growled, and Stiles, the fucking good boy that he was, came, bearing down impossibly tighter on Theo’s dick as he screamed the chimera’s name.
The sound was music to his ears, a glorious symphony, leading to a climax buried deep inside the human. Theo growled his name, hips still snapping, until it was too much for both of them and he collapsed, panting, against Stiles.