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Stiles came to in the middle of the night, his vision a little blurry, his mouth dry and tasting stale. He could feel a certain warmth in his nether regions, and a light breeze that made his flesh tingle. "Hn," he rasped, trying to stretch a little, to find another comfortable position. His brain slowly began to comprehend what he hadn't noticed before. The soft light coming from the floor, where they always put it so as not to be too bright. That meant Malia, his girlfriend, and him.
The window open a little to let in some fresh air. His legs were spread, Malia was sitting between them. His eyes tried to focus on her. Her smiling but calculating face. Long hair falling over her shoulders. Very bare shoulders. His pupils hiked down, drinking in her naked form. The beautiful teardrop shape of her breasts, the silhouette of her abs against her stomach, the prominent hourglass shape of her hips. Her sweet, slender fingers wrapped around his hard dick. Stroking up and down lazily, no hurry at all.
He swallowed and licked his lips, his eyes finally fully focused. She leaned down and kissed him sweetly, his hands coming up to caress her cheeks tenderly. Being woken up in the middle of the night by his girlfriend playing with him was nothing new. That was why Stiles was so relaxed, even appreciative. They had talked about it, about their wants and needs and hard no-es. They had explored together what they liked and didn't like. Being two adventurous and curious teenagers had helped immensely, even overcoming the awkwardness of some situations. Like when Malia pegged him for the first time.
Their relationship was built on a foundation of unwavering trust. And an above average sex drive. While Stiles' libido had been reined in a bit after he outgrew puberty, Malia's seemed to have grown. Perhaps it was because of her werecoyote nature. They didn't know, and they didn't care. Stiles affectionately called her his 'nymph'. Which was why they had made the arrangement that she could take what she needed from him whenever she needed it. No matter when, no matter where. Including when he was asleep.
Admittedly, it sounded strange at first, and something tightened in his chest. It was such an uncertainty he felt at the thought and he simply couldn't imagine it. But neither of them were people to give up without trying. So they started their series of experiments with Malia stroking or kissing him a little while he slept. Nothing major yet. It also had to be said that he was an incredibly good sleeper. And therefore the perfect candidate for somnophiliac positions.
She always woke him up at a certain time, just as they had discussed. Each time, however, they pushed that point further back. And yes, there after several times Stiles realized that the knot in his chest had loosened. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He really liked the idea that his girlfriend did what she wanted with him. That he was at her mercy. That he didn't have to think. That his body was just being led and used. He would never have thought that being at her mercy like that could be a kink of his. But as always, he could surprise himself.
By now, they had gotten to the point where sometimes Stiles would not wake up at all, but would have to puzzle the pieces together with the traces of their night's experiences the next morning. This usually resulted in a second, awake round between them, or a rendezvous with his hand because he was so aroused by it. Of course, this wasn't the only part of their sex life; they continued to try new things, and missionary vanilla sex was allowed from time to time. They had plenty of opportunities in their eight-year relationship, but the box of wonders was far from exhausted.
Since he was still sluggish, he only now realized that his hole was being fingered as well as the handjob. He moaned a little and gyrated his hips. They both loved to finger each other, sometimes for hours. There was just something warm and cozy between them. Sexual, yes, but also somehow different. Romantic, intimate in a very special way. How they both came from it, several times. A sigh of pleasure left his lips and he felt the broad, rough fingers sliding in and out of him.
Wait... broad? He blinked a little and suddenly another set of eyes looked him in the face. Over Malia's shoulder, the face of her cousin Derek had appeared. Her very hot, very grumpy cousin. Stiles' eyes almost popped out of their sockets and he heard his girlfriend's soft laugh. He inhaled sharply and his brain couldn't even categorize the scene in front of him. Wearing a neutral expression, Derek leaned against his cousin's shoulder and continued to finger him. He even crooked his fingers now and found the sensitive nerve bundle. Stiles hiccupped a little, a loose moan, his eyes still wide. He was flushed from his chest up his neck to his cheeks. What the hell was going on?
"Oh baby, look at you," Malia crooned over him, leaning down again and showering his face with kisses. He shuddered and felt so violated. But his cock twitched. His eyes zoomed back to Derek, now he could see more of him. Of that Adonis body. His pupils went down, drinking up the whole picture. Especially of that uncut, thick dick in a nest of dark curls. Derek growled softly, his nostrils flared. Malia leaned against his temple and he could feel and hear her sniffing him excessively. "You smell so thirsty," she whispered into his ear, nipping at his earlobe. His shoulder twitched a little and the corners of his mouth quirked because he was very sensitive, almost ticklish.
His head was almost booted up and he was already opening his lips to ask what was going on, what this was all about. He wanted answers and to let out some of his anger. He was already taking a breath when his girlfriend pressed a finger to his lips. "I know, I know," she leaned back again and wrapped her arm around Derek's neck, pulling him closer to her. Stiles knew from her tone that she was going to speak and explain that he didn't have to ask. After all this time, they understood each other without words. Still, he couldn't suppress the small spark of betrayal.
He was open, they had both proven that time and again. He would have been the last one to turn down a threesome. Yes, they had talked about the possibility. But it never became concrete. And they usually discussed it. Extensively, at length, down to the last detail. Even if Malia was impatient, she knew Stiles needed that. That he wanted to think through every possible outcome.
"I couldn't take it anymore. Seeing the two of you dancing around each other. Derek smells so desperate when you're around," she turned her head to the werewolf and added, "No offense". Derek stared stoically ahead, a slight blush visible around the tip of his nose.
This made her boyfriend blink hard. "What do you mean?" his confused voice could be heard.
The brunette rolled her eyes, then gave each of them a certain look like they were the biggest idiots. Note taken, they probably were.
"I love you, Stiles. You know that. But for a smart person, you're pretty stupid sometimes." A smirk graced her lips and his mouth opened and closed like a fish.
"Even before we got together, I could smell how much you were into each other. And while with you it might have been just teenage hormones, with this sourwolf it was something else entirely."
Derek grimaced and turned to her, "Malia, please..."
Stiles cut in as well, "Baby, I love you, I hope you don't doubt that."
She just hushed in both directions and continued. "So I've been watching this all these years. And especially heard it and smelled it. You know how sensitive my senses are. Derek, who got miserable every time we kissed. And that hurt me too. To feel that. We are family, I look up to you very much."
Her voice was soft but firm and she looked into Derek's hazel eyes with pure adoration. His gaze drifted down and Stiles felt a lump form in his own throat. Okay, why was this all getting so emotional and meaningful now? This wasn't on his... early spring bingo card.
"And as for you..." her hands ran up Stiles' torso, her fingers cupping his chin to hold his attention completely. "I know you, inside and out. Every gesture, every look, every gasp. Did you think I didn't notice how interested you are? How often you want to be pinned down and dominated by me now? How your thoughts sometimes don't always stay with me? "
His heart began to beat faster and his breathing faltered slightly. He looked like a deer in headlights again, his teeth digging into his lower lip. His Adam's apple throbbed from swallowing several times, and his trembling fingers found hers. Malia was sharp; he knew she noticed things. Her attention was different from his, yet always there. His eyebrows drew together as he felt tears welling up in his eyes. Oh man, he wouldn't cry now, would he?
Behind his girlfriend, Derek could be heard whimpering as if he felt the same turmoil. Different, but still the same.
Malia shook her head slightly, and her previously tense posture relaxed, her features softening again. She grabbed one of Derek's hands and brought it together with one of Stiles', holding the other lovingly herself. All of their fingers interlocked. The werewolf's shy eyes looked up again, scrutinizing the way his hand held the others'. Stiles, too, blinked through the water and examined the strong fingers dusted with hair on the backs. He squeezed carefully. This tactile sensation helped calm the storm of thoughts and feelings within him. Perhaps Derek felt the same way.
Suddenly, there were fingers around his member again. It had become half limp over time. "One mo—moment," he protested, only half-serious, doing nothing to resist. Instead, he looked into Derek's eyes, who in turn watched Malia stroke him to full hardness again. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was so wrong. He didn't want to be aroused right now. They hadn't finished discussing this. But his girlfriend seemed to disagree, chuckling in amusement again.
It was actually the werewolf who spoke up: "We should stop. He doesn't want this."
Malia's blue eyes lit up grimly, and he ducked slightly. His own eyes lit up as well. Stiles choked beneath them at the display of dominance.
"Does that look like not wanting to you?" She clicked her tongue and stroked Stiles' cock harder. He let out a strangled moan. His hands gripped both Malia's and Derek's tightly, and his breath hitched. "You can smell him just as much as I can, and hear his rapid heartbeat. His body shows exactly what he wants," she said. Okay, it wasn't nice to talk over him like that. But it was one of the rare moments when the Stilinski was actually speechless.
A mix of feelings swam in his stomach: lust, adoration, betrayal, trust, melancholy, and longing. He could not decipher them all. They clouded his thoughts, making him feel distant from the scene. But his body was as aroused as ever.
Then, there were lips on his. Smooth lips that weren't pressing, but loving and tender, offering reassurance. He closed his eyes and a few tears dropped out of them. His clenched chest unclenched a bit. He felt his girlfriend's lips on his. The familiarity. The softness. The unwavering bond between them. There was no tongue or teeth, just warmth slightly pressing and enveloping him like a blanket.
When they left, he tried to chase after them. Opening his eyes a little, he saw Derek right beside him. He watched him intently and blinked a few times, unsure what to do. Malia untangled their hands, ran her fingers through his hair, and gave him an encouraging head massage, pushing his head closer to her cousin. Although he still had no clarity about his thoughts and feelings, he complied with her gesture. Derek's sad hazel eyes watched him closely, and his heart almost burst at the sight.
He was overcome by an incredible hunger, not only sexually, but emotionally above all else. He released his fingers from Derek's and brought his hands to his face instead. He held his cheeks tenderly as their mouths met for the first time. He wanted to make this kiss as loving as the one with Malia. Instead, however, their tongues shot straight toward each other, and they drank each other in. All the years of tension between them came crashing down.
His fingers wandered through Derek's hair, hesitating between stroking and gripping it tightly, as if Derek might disappear again at any moment. His nails scratched the short hair at the nape of his neck. Derek's hands wrapped around his neck. His thumbs stroked up and down his jawline as their tongues battled and dipped into each other's mouths again and again.
Malia sat above them, her blue eyes shining with satisfaction. One hand continued to pump Stiles' hard cock. With the other, she picked up where her cousin had left off. She stretched the tight pucker of her boyfriend's anus. Stiles threw his head back and moaned unabashedly; the skilled fingers knew all his weak spots. The third person in the group took the opportunity to kiss and nibble Stiles's jawline and bury his nose in his neck, breathing him in deeply.
Stiles's hand found the back of Derek's head and pressed it to the spot between his neck and shoulder. Sharp teeth grazed his skin after he whispered "yes, yes, yes" several times, breaking through it. The sensation of being bitten by Derek almost lifted him off the bed. However, tight fingers around the base of his penis prevented him from having an orgasm too soon.
A tongue licked up some blood, and then lips sucked on his skin, producing a nice hickey around the bite. He explored more of Derek's body, sliding his finger pads down his back and scratching him lightly with his nails. Derek whimpered above him from time to time, almost shaking. Malia leaned her head against his temple and hushed him. The two of them scented each other as the Hale family liked to do. Their bond was so visible at that moment that Stiles's heart almost burst again.
He loved the Hales, all of whom were still alive. In different ways. But it made him so happy to see that they loved each other, too. Despite all the hardships they had endured. They absolutely didn't deserve it. Tears welled up in his eyes again; he must have been particularly emotional today.
The werecreatures turned to him and nuzzled him, one after the other, to calm him down. Derek's rough fingers stroked his body, discovering all the hard and soft spots. They took turns kissing him, and he almost got dizzy from it. This was especially true because they changed the way they kissed each time. Sometimes it was sweet and gentle, and then they plundered his mouth again. He felt like they were worshipping him, which gave him an incredible high.
On his own tour of discovery, he stroked his way through the dark, thick path of lust to Derek's dick. He couldn't see it; he could only feel it. The older man almost jumped as his penis was engulfed and pumped firmly up and down. Wow, it felt so good in Stiles' hand. Big and heavy...and uncut. He trembled again, choking slightly.
"You've been so touch-starved, Der. Haven't you?" His girlfriend's voice was soft. She kissed her cousin on the shoulder, then let go of Stiles to hug Derek tightly. In turn, he wrapped his arms around her and sobbed into her shoulder, nodding slightly. "It's good. We've got you," she murmured tenderly, brushing his hair from his forehead. She moved up a little, settling her lower body on Stiles. Her wet labia encircled his cock, and she moved up and down, stroking him further. His cock pressed firmly against his stomach, and precum pooled in his bellybutton. She dipped a finger in the precum and spread it behind Derek's ears.
Stiles knew that scents played an important role in wolf hierarchy and that she was showing he was claimed. Derek's nostrils flared, and his electric blue eyes flashed back. He couldn't hold them back any longer. His cheeks were still wet, and he sniffled. However, he leaned away from his cousin. "It's okay," he rasped, blushing a bit. Showing vulnerability was difficult for him. With all the baggage. He was always trying to maintain his stoic exterior, being the strong one that others could lean on. But tonight, in their constellation, Malia would be the strong one. She was often underestimated, despite her leadership qualities.
Her gaze returned to Stiles. "Baby, cat got your tongue?" she teased, smiling lovingly. He knew she was provoking him.
He stuck his tongue out at her briefly before turning to Derek. "Damn, Derek, you're so beautiful." Yes, he was a smooth motherfucker, thank you. Talking was his art. If he was going to wax poetic about how hot the sourwolf above him was, he'd do it shamelessly. The motormouth was rarely unstoppable, and now he had a task that was perfect for him. He grabbed Derek's neck again and pulled him down so their foreheads touched. "Such a big, strong wolf. Always there to protect us, to fight for us. Showing no fear," he listed some of the other's good qualities. Then, he began kissing the wetness from his cheeks, lightly, as if he weren't even there. "You put everything else second when it comes to your family, when it comes to us. You're an excellent provider. You look after us all. You're the first to arrive and the last to leave." His voice was not loud and obnoxious as they were accustomed to hearing. No, the words were soft and carefully chosen. But there was so much more between the lines.
Derek panted above him, his words and Stiles's touch almost driving him crazy. It was too much. Normally, he didn't allow anything. He denied himself good things; he had brought so much misery to his family. He had to earn it; he could never earn what they gave him. He could not forgive himself. Saliva gathered in his mouth around his fangs. He couldn't stop them from coming out. All his instincts were haywire.
As if his thoughts were readable, and perhaps his posture showed it, Malia's hands stroked his back and she buried her face against his neck again. Stiles' whiskey eyes regarded him with languor while his lips moved without pause: "Your instincts are so strong. You're so in tune with your inner wolf. You show it with every step and your stance. You radiate incredible strength. We all know that we can blindly rely on you. That you will always come and help us."
The werewolf's chest tightened, he was unable to take in all these compliments. He felt torn. He knew Stiles wasn't lying, his senses told him every syllable was true. But his head didn't want to believe it. At the same time, he craved the feel of those fingers around his privates. It was a touch he had wanted to feel for years but had always denied himself. Things he couldn't want. Things he could never have.
Stiles smiled lovingly, feeling the pre on his skin. The other was already close, and Stiles wasn't going to deny him that. His other hand traveled down and gathered some of the pre from the slit. He brought his wet finger to the back of his neck, behind his ears, and rubbed it in. Just like Malia had done before. Four electric blue eyes eyed him unbridled at this gesture, and the werecoyote's gyrating hips and the werewolf's thrusts became more uncoordinated, almost jumping a little. Having been part of the pack for so long, he knew what he was saying. The "I'm yours" was unspoken yet clear.
His lips crashed back onto Derek's, and his fangs nudged him, but he didn't mind. The man above him sucked his tongue into his mouth as if giving him a blowjob. Wow, what a feeling and internal image! They should definitely do that again. Malia nibbled along his neck and collarbone, leaving bites and hickeys in her wake. It was absolute bliss. He didn't know how the attention had shifted back to him. But he really enjoyed being treated like a pillow princess, and he could be honest about that.
However, when they needed to come up for air, he had to express his displeasure: "Can we please fuck now? My balls are royal blue over here."
Both werecreatures straightened up and laughed a little. Their naked, perfect bodies were on full display for him to take in. Oh, wow! He was one lucky man. He thanked every deity for whatever he did right in his former life.
"Just a moment..." Derek whispered. He turned to Malia, hugged her, and kissed her on the forehead. Then, his fingers found her pubis and dipped inside. It wasn't a sexual gesture or penetration; it was more of a gentle caress. He moistened two fingers with her juices. Then he brought them to the spot behind Stiles' ears and rubbed them in. He had a concentrated look and a seriousness that the couple found absolutely adorable. Malia squealed, hugged him back, and kissed him on the cheek, smacking loudly.
"Der-Bear, you're so cute! Now he's ours!" she exclaimed, feeling no jealousy but only love for the two men in her life. His chest swelled with pride because he had the best girlfriend in the world and two awesome people were claiming him. Yes, technically, one doesn't own another person, but the possessiveness he perceived from both of them made him feral. He wanted to belong to them, to be at their mercy, to rely on them, and to fall back on them. He wanted it the other way around, too. No one could take them away from him, and anyone who dared would experience the shock of their life. To make this clear, he bared his teeth, and the coyote and the wolf answered him. Though he was only human, he understood and internalized pack dynamics very well. Peter often joked that he was the wolfiest of them all. Maybe that was true.
However, such considerations now had to give way to more important things. Let's get ready to rumble! Somewhere, someone produced a tube of lube. Although he appreciated their desire to finger him again, he quickly snatched it and spread some on his hand. With that hand, he stroked Derek. "No more foreplay," he growled. This made Malia smile, and the corners of Derek's mouth twitched upward, too.
"Your wish is our command, princess," his girlfriend said. They found a comfortable position on the bed, arranging themselves as they should.
Stiles leaned back against the pillows propped against the headboard while Malia knelt above him, holding his cock upright so she could lower herself onto it. Derek positioned himself behind them, spreading Stiles' legs and buttocks wide to position his thick cock at Stiles' hole. Malia leaned against him slightly, her head on his shoulder, while he nuzzled her neck. They understood each other without words. With Stiles' next exhalation, Malia sank down, her folds enveloping him as the werewolf pushed his dick into Stiles.
All three moaned unabashedly, and it was the most surreal experience for Stiles. Being penetrated while penetrating was overwhelming, and he felt like he was floating off the bed. It felt like an eternity before Malia was completely seated, and Derek was completely inside him. "Feels so good..." Derek whispered against Malia's neck, and she nodded.
They enjoyed the warmth and seemed to be in no hurry, which almost made the man in the middle burst. Although he was enjoying the intimacy, it was a meaningful moment, and the problem of blue balls remained. As if sensing his impatience, they slowly started moving. Malia knelt beside him and grabbed the back of his knees, pushing them apart for Derek. In turn, he gripped her by the waist and helped her ride up and down on Stiles as he thrust into him.
Stiles found the pillow under his head and clawed at it for support. Supposed support.
He tried to focus on one sensation at a time but couldn't. The firm grip around his dick and the thick rod inside him both demanded his complete attention, and yet they were both so good, so incomparable. He had never felt better about being a bisexual man. They alternated from fast to slow and back again. Because of his position, he didn't have much say or ability. He had to take what they gave him, feeling almost like a man dying of thirst in the desert, pining for a fata morgana.
He knew from years of experience that the weres had incredible stamina, and he was completely at their mercy. They could go for hours. He was willing to explore that concept. Not tonight. The rollercoaster of emotions was slowly taking its toll. The physical ministrations played their part, too. He felt drained in a wonderful way. It was as if he were on a higher, transcendental level. However, one last little push was still missing. This was rapidly building inside him.
The warm, coiling feeling in his gut. Malia's vagina spasmed harder and harder around him while Derek's cock hammered his prostate. He tossed his head from right to left because his abdomen now felt like hot lava. This volcano simply had to erupt. As if on cue, Malia moaned loudly. Her walls milked him, and she squirted on him. This triggered a chain reaction: his balls tightened, his dick twitched, and hot cum shot into her. His ass clenched hard, trapping Derek inside. The other male made a guttural sound, trying to pound through the grip, and then he also ejaculated. Stiles's toes cramped, and his whole body was taut as a bowstring. His mouth slurred indistinguishable words. His brain melted through his ears, and his thoughts fled him. He was just a puddle of warmth, the juices of his favorite people inside and outside his body.
They all stood still, enjoying their connection on this other level now that the primal need had been satisfied. Stiles's ragged breath rang in his ears while the others were more physically composed. But he knew they were as emotionally exhausted as he was. After several minutes, Derek lifted Malia off of him. The pair mewled as his soft cock slipped out of her. She nestled beside him, pressing her nose behind one ear and sniffing extensively. Derek slowly eased himself out, and the floodgates opened. His hole trickled with werewolf cum. He felt sharp eyes watching him and used his muscles to open and close his hole, pushing some of the cum out. He drank in Derek's animalistic nature, licking his lips. He leaned down and kissed Stiles sloppily and lazily before getting off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom.
Like the nurturing adult he was, he returned with warm, damp washcloths and towels for Stiles and Malia. He gently cleaned his cousin first, then did the same for the other man. The two pillow princesses stirred little and allowed themselves to be pampered. Derek shook his head and laughed a little. After washing himself in the bathroom, he returned. Malia and Stiles kissed gently and whispered "I love you" to each other. The werewolf stood awkwardly next to the bed, feeling self-conscious. It was as if he were intruding on something intimate. But the werecoyote wasn't having it and grabbed his wrist, pulling him into bed with them. She pushed him onto his back until he found a comfortable position. Then, with no problem due to her strength, she grabbed her boyfriend and shifted him half on top of him, his head using Derek's chest as a pillow. "Hey..." Stiles grinned at Derek, already half-puppylove-drunk. "Hey," he replied with an amorous look. Malia snuggled up to Stiles from behind and looked over his shoulder at Derek. She glared at him unabashedly and said, "I love you."
He drew in his breath sharply and bit his lower lip. He swallowed several times. One of his arms was under the other two. With his free hand, he gently stroked a strand of Malia's hair behind her ear, then rested his fingers on her cheek. "I love you, too." His voice was soft and uncertain yet sure. Neither of them meant the kind of love experienced by a romantic couple. It was the love between family members. Still, it was important that they said it.
His thumb stroked her cheek, as he sought his courage. Her pupils looked down at the man between them. She showed him the way. Slowly, his hand and gaze moved down to him. Whiskey eyes looked up at him through thick, long lashes. Expectant and beautiful. His fingers touched him gently as if he were fragile. They stroked his eyebrow, the outside of his eye, his cheek, his nose, sinking a little into Cupid's bow and pulling his lower lip down slightly. Stiles had been holding his breath, looking at him almost pleadingly.
After all this time, after all these years. He finally felt it. Intimately and emotionally touched. After all the pining. It seemed so surreal, yet it had finally happened. Now, he just needed to say it. He knew nothing would happen to him. There would be no negative consequences. Quite the opposite. He could have it. He was allowed to have it.
"I love you." His heart literally oozed out of him when he said those words. "I love you. I've loved you for so long. Stiles... I love you..." He couldn't stop saying it. It was so liberating; his shoulders suddenly felt light. His heart wanted to jump out of his chest. His thumb frantically caressed the other's bottom lip. Tears formed in his eyes again, bittersweet. He could almost perceive only one thing: the hummingbird heartbeat of the other.
"Sourwolf, sourwolf!" His rant was interrupted by a gentle touch on his face. The touch brushed over his eyebrow, along his eye, over his nose, traced his lips, and scratched his beard. He could smell the salt of Stiles' tears flowing unabashedly down his soft cheeks. "I love you, too," he heard it hiccup back at him. "I love you, Derek Hale." Their lips met softly, almost as if they weren't touching at all. Their fingers interlocked, and they lay there like that for hours. Derek whispered "I love you" against Stiles's temple, and they talked quietly about their years of adventures and friendship. Meanwhile, Malia slept quietly, snuggled up against Stiles' back. He still couldn't believe how lucky he was: He was grateful that the two people he loved, who he wanted more than anything in the world, wanted him just as much. Their family ties were so strong that they could share him. Their love was so great that it would work.
"We'll make you a Hale" were the last words he heard before he sank into a well-deserved sleep. He didn't really register what that meant. He would be Stiles Hale, part of the Hale pack, the husband and mate of Malia and Derek Hale.