Seeking Comfort

"So we don't have to wait to have pups?" Boyd asks, a grin slowly forming on his face as Erica pulls out a little booklet.
"Well, that's good news," Erica beams as she opens the booklet to reveal a scan showing a tiny blob.

Derek almost faints.

"But I can't smell the baby?" He asks dumbly after they've had a tight - but not as tight as usual - hug.
"It's only faint for now. Boyd only knows the smell because he sleeps with his nose on my belly," Erica smiles, teasing her sub. "But it will get stronger the further along I am."

Derek suppresses the urge to cover Erica's belly in his scent, knows that it's more important for Boyd to have his scent on his mate and their baby. Jeez, he thinks, babies are part of his life now.

He promises not to tell anyone until the couple decide to announce the pregnancy, though keeping it from his mate feels wrong. Something about the way Stiles rests his hands on Erica's stomach when they curl up on the couch makes Derek think his mate knows more than hes letting on.

Derek and Stiles use their present from Boyd and Erica to book a weekend away at the puppy play hotel, their time away to allowing the people Derek has hired to fit the plumbing and finish the last few bits of decorating for their return. The pack thinks it's a great excuse to go to the club on Friday night, everyone dressing to impress, even if it's just to impress each other or themselves. The only one not in a relationship is Jackson, but he dances with the others rather than the sweaty strangers in the club.

Derek isn't too fond of clubbing but he's warmed up to it a bit, enjoys his pack just letting go and having fun all together. They're doing the things they should be at their age; things he didn't get to do and if he goes he can just make sure they're being safe.

"You look gorgeous," Derek tells Stiles as the sub pulls on the clothes he had chosen. Stiles blushes as he looks at himself in the mirror; dark grey jeans hug his legs close, complimented by a dark plaid shirt left unbuttoned over a white t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Its a very Stiles outfit, a bit darker than normal but it complements his pale skin and he and Derek look like an amazing pair. Derek comes up behind him, leather jacket cool against Stiles' back as he hugs him from behind, pressing a kiss to the pale skin before him.

"As do you, my alpha," Stiles teases, rewarded by a flash of red eyes in the mirror. A quick show of fangs and Stiles is baring his neck for his dom. He whines when Derek simply presses a harsh kiss to his skin that doesnt even leave a mark.
"Not yet, love," Derek soothes, stroking his hands down Stiles' arms.

Stiles is still craning his neck, trying to tempt him into biting him, desperate for his mates claim. Derek sighs and sucks a harsh mark there instead, placating Stiles enough for him to relax slightly. The sub's instincts have kicked in already, body practically begging for a bite and to be mated.

"We're going to enjoy tonight, then we've got two nights at the hotel, and then we can have a few days to prepare for your bite. And then you'll be my omega, mate and sub."

Stiles nods along with Derek's words with his eyes closed, not even trying to resist the urge to present his ass for his dom.
"My good boy," Derek whispers lowly in his ear which does nothing to help the situation. "Doing so well with all of this."

Derek hums as Stiles turns to kiss him, easily allowing Derek to take charge of the kiss before they go downstairs to meet the pack.

Aiden, Ethan and Danny are stood close together, the twins flushing and shifting when Danny places a firm hand on the backs of their necks, unable to stop the tilt of their heads to show thrir subission. its still new to them

The two boys have been arguing for days now over how willing Aiden is to present himself but how reluctant Ethan is. last night had been so heated that Danny had had to forbid them from being in the same room.

"How about we try something new?" Danny suggests after the argument that resulted in Ethan breaking Aiden's nose, the question hanging in the tense silence where Ethan and Aiden sit at opposite sides of the room. "Since you two do everything together - including fighting - I think it's best if we try this together, too."

Aiden gulps, afraid of the consequences of his and his twin's fight. Ethan rolls his eyes.
"What? You're going to spank us and the pain will go away almost instantly? You can't hurt us. How can a human dominate a werewolf?" Ethan rants, recalling the conditioning and ridicule they endured from the alpha pack.

Aiden looks ready to punch his brother no matter the consequences, so Danny settles a hand on his shoulder and squeezes, a gentle reminder that he's there. Aiden sighs and rests further back into the touch.

"If you believe that, Ethan, that's fine. i know youve never really had the chance to submit fully. But would you give me the opportunity to show you how?" Danny asks, unbothered by the aggression shown by Ethan. He knows from Aiden that Ethan took the brunt of it from their abusers, that he would provoke them into hurting him rather than his twin.

Aiden was easier to befriend when they first joined the school. Studying together quietly forms a weirdly strong bond. Ethan had threatened Danny to stay away from his brother if he wanted to stay alive. Danny had just smirked and patted him on the back, enjoying the way Aiden chastised his brother.

"You really think you can get me to kneel? To act like a bitch?" Ethan laughs. "I've been through a lot and if I didn't submit then I won't submit now."
"I think I can get you to explore your status safely and let you enjoy yourself," Danny reasons. "You up for it?"
"And if I don't like it?" Ethan grumbles.
"You can safeword whenever you need to, both of you," Danny tells them, smiling softly when Aiden nods dutifully and wraps his arms around his twin.

Danny licks his lips as he watches Aiden unbutton Ethan's shirt, unfastening his own jeans.

Ethan's eyes flare gold at the sight and Aiden shakes his head, strokes his hair gently.
"He doesn't wear belts anymore. I flinched every time I saw it, so no more belts in the house," he soothes, hands stroking down his hot, muscled torso. Danny lifts his shirt up to show his waistband belt-free and smiles gently. Ethan softens and his eyes go back to their normal colour. It seemed to be getting harder and harder to resist that soft smile and tan skin - no matter how much he wants to.

He leans back into his brothers arms, finally allowing himself to moan softly as Aiden grinds against his ass. Aiden is mouthing at his neck, hand mapping out his torso like hes never touched it before, fingers taking familiar paths to tweak at his nipples which pulls a low growl from Ethan.

"Enough. I think this would be a lot more comfortable in the bedroom," Danny tells them. "Aiden, you get your plug."

Ethan raises an eyebrow at his twin.
"He talks me through it sometimes when I need to get away from everything," Aiden explains, ducking his head. Ethan bites his lip and strokes his brothers hair.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I'm glad you're doing good enough to do that. So good, A," Ethan praises, nodding when Danny mouths a thank you.

Danny let's them pass, appreciating the nuzzle of affection Aiden gives him. Ethan looks strained but he cups a hand on his cheek nonetheless.
"Thank you for helping him. We've only ever had each other to ever feel safe with. Since I've not been there for him recently I'm glad he's had you to turn to," Ethan tells him sincerely.
"It's my pleasure. But I think somebody is waiting to enjoy himself with this two favourite people, so get in there."

Ethan surprises himself when he smiles and obeys, telling himself he's doing it for Aiden not because his whole being is telling him to do as Danny tells him. Danny watches his ass as he walks away and takes a deep breath. He knows he has to be careful about what he says and does because this could make or break them.

Danny smiles at them both where they're sitting on the edge of the bed. Aiden leans against Ethan, cheeks flushing as Danny's eyes rake over them, taking in every single detail.

"Thank you for getting your plug, A. Are we gonna show Ethan how good it makes you feel?" Danny praises, enjoying his view as the flush on Aiden's cheeks travels down his chest. Aiden nods quickly, eyes wide and pupils blown.

"You two get on the bed for me then," Danny says, an order, but his casual tone of voice makes it easy for Ethan to restrain from fighting back. "Ethan, can you just watch, for now, how good a submitting can make your gorgeous brother feel?"
"Sure," Ethan shrugs, a warm feeling blooming in his chest.

Danny knees his way up the bed, strokes Aiden's side and down to his waistband.
"This okay, love?" Danny asks as he begins to unbutton his jeans. he chuckles, tutting but without any real reprimand there as Aiden lifts his hips to get more.
"Yeah," Aiden sighs contently. He watches with hooded eyes as Danny presses kisses along his waist, inching his jeans down until his boxers are the only thing separating their skin.

Danny smirks at the small whine that leaves Ethan, raising an eyebrow when he catches his eye. Ethan ducks his head, but Danny can see the flush on his cheeks.
"How about, A," Danny begins slowly, tan hands against pale thighs, "you show Ethan what a good boy you can be for me, and maybe what a good boy you can be for him, too?"

Aiden nods, clearing his throat when Danny hums disapprovingly.
"Yes, please," Aiden corrects. He knows now that Danny is strict with verbal communication, can't hear when they're lying so has to trust them to be honest and it's easier with speech.
"Well done," Danny murmurs softly and pulls down his navy boxers. He grins as Ethan inhales deeply, eyes shining amber when he turns to look at Danny. "Submitting doesnt just have to be accepting pain and rules, its about being looked after by the person you trust to get you to the special subspace, which makes all the worries go away."

"what do you want me to do?" Ethan asks, teeth gritted as if the words pain him.

"We're going to get Aiden all lovely and loose, feeling relaxed and you can choose if he gets to come before we put his plug in or after," Danny explains, Aiden almost moaning just at his words. "So, Ethan, how do you want him?"

Ethan tries to suppress a smirk and his eyes sparkle as he shares a look with Aiden.
"On your front, A, ass up for me," he tells his brother, starting to like where this is going.
"Good boy, Aiden," Danny murmurs. He sits beside Aiden's head, smiling softly when the sub moves to use his lap as a pillow. Aiden sighs quietly as Danny combs his fingers through his hair while Ethan strokes up and down his legs, inching closer and closer to where he really needs his touch.

"Ethan, here's the lube. I want you to do what I ask and we'll work together to get Aiden there," Danny explains. "You can do what I say, to make your brother feel good, can't you?"

Ethan pauses for a moment, face stoic until he looks at Aiden and softens.
"Yeah, I can do that," he murmurs quietly. Danny smiles brightly at him and he has to fight off the urge to just kneel by his feet and promise good behaviour. It's what he wants to do if it means Danny will keep looking at him like that but his past makes him want to never let his guard down, no matter what. he feels his resolve breaking every time danny casts that grin at him, if he thinks hes made progress danny lights up like a christmas tree, which then makes Aiden really happy too. it makes his stomach feel funny and his nose wants to keep drinking in the smell of them both, happy together.

"Get a bit of lube on the tip of your finger and slowly rub it on and around his hole. Nice and gentle, E, we've got all the time in the world," Danny instructs. his voice is slow and heavy, like a thick blanket settling around their shoulders.

Ethan feels like his eyelids are being held open. His eyes are trained on the pucker fluttering under his fingertip, trying to pull his touch deeper.

Aiden moans softly, torn between pressing back into the touch and pressing forward to be even closer to Danny.
"Add some more lube and press your finger in, nice and slow until you're right at your knuckle," Danny talks Ethan through it, pleased when he follows the order.
"Take it out, and carry on, just like that. Lots of lube and very slow. Just one finger for now," Danny tells him. Aiden whines at the loss of the finger inside him but it's soon back, pressing in again. he tries to clench down, feeling far too empty for his liking. every push of the finger is a torturous, slow stroke before his touch retreats.

"Do you think he's been good enough to get another finger, Ethan?" Danny asks, still making the decision but giving Ethan the control.
"Yeah, you're doing good, A," Ethan praises, looking for approval from Danny. He doesn't want to say the wrong thing and spoil the scene. Words were never a big part of the twin's sex life, nor were gentle touches and slow movements. Everything was always fast and rough.

Danny nods, humming his agreement. Ethan presses two fingers against his hole, smirking as it opens and closes beneath his touch. He keeps his movements just as slow, a shiver running down his spine as Aiden pushes his ass higher into the air, desperate for more.
"Hey, you've been patient so far, be good," Danny reprimands. Aiden stills, shoulders tensing until Danny smooths a hand over his skin, easing the tension in his muscles.
"There you go, just relax," Ethan adds. He goes to stretch his fingers out, but stops. Danny hasn't told him to do that.

"You can do it," Danny encourages, snapping Ethan out of his thoughts. Ethan decides to ignore the way Danny seems to know what he wants without asking and instead concentrates on scissoring his fingers. Danny groans as Aiden nuzzles his nose against his bulge, desperate to get closer to the place his scent is strongest.

Ethan bites his lip at the sound Danny makes- fuck he wants to be able to make Danny feel good too.

"How about we make this feel even better for our Aiden?" Danny suggests, raising his eyebrows with a smirk dimpling his cheeks. "Just gently, find that special spot inside him and rub circles."

Ethan takes a little while to find it, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Normally they don't use fingers together, or if they do it's just to prepare not for pleasure.

It's worth the wait though, when Aiden curls his toes and keens under his touch.
"Good," Danny says and when Ethan looks up at him he's staring right back. He distracts himself with looking at Aiden and making him moan, but he can't pretend he didn't feel a wave of calm fall over him at Danny's words, almost definitely directed at him.

"You can add another finger," Danny tells him when Aiden begins to squirm. Aiden whines and fists the sheets beneath his palms.
"Please," Aiden whimpers, as Ethan removes his fingers, a relieved sigh falling past his lips as Ethan presses three back into him.
"You can work him up more now, E," Danny allows and smiles when Ethan immediately presses against the spot that makes Aiden shake.

Ethan smirks and runs a thumb firmly down from Aiden's hole to his balls.
"You can play with his balls but don't touch his cock," Danny orders,

Aiden pants as the heat in his stomach coils and grows. Ethan licks his lips, blown pupils focusing on the pink, puffy rim that surrounds his fingers.
"You gonna come, A?" Ethan asks as he crooks his fingers again. Aiden clenches around him, pulling him deeper as he moans. "Not until I say, little one."
"Whenever you let him, I want him to come on me, to mark his territory," Danny says and Aiden wails, struggling to keep his control.

A growl reverberates through Ethan's chest, encouraged by the image flashing in his head of Danny covered in streaks of come.
"You come before you get your plug, we both know you love being teased when you're over sensitive," Ethan tells Aiden, hands working his brother over quickly, but still more gently than they've ever been together.

Ethan pulls Aiden up so his back is against his chest, licking Aidens neck, and so desperately wanting to sink his teeth in there. But he doesn't know if he's allowed and god - Ethan only wants to do what he's allowed.

Danny pulls his top over his head swiftly, smirking at the want in the twins' eyes. He kneels in front of Aiden, hand coming down to replace Ethan's on his balls.
"You gonna come for us, sweetheart?" Danny encourages.
"Please," Aiden groans, hips bucking against the touch. he looks beautiful, displayed like that. hes got a flush on his cheecks that spreads down to his chest red lips puffy from biting them, hair mussed and eyes glossy as he gets to closer to drifting in subspace/
"Go on," Ethan allows, continuing to push his brother over the edge.

Aiden comes with a breathy 'fuck', muscles clenching tight as hot squirts of come land on Danny's skin, shining white against tanned skin.

Ethan lets Aiden slump against Danny, tutting as he pulls on his rim.
"Still need to get your plug in, baby," Danny whispers in his ear as he strokes his hair and holds him close. "You've been so good. Such a good boy for me and Ethan."

Danny soothes Aiden as Ethan works the plug in, smirking devilishly as he pushes and twists it into place, pulling whimpers from Aiden. He strokes the back of his brother's thighs, letting him adjust to the sensation of being filled again.

Ethan sits back as Danny rolls them into their side, tucking Aiden tightly in the blanket and turning expectantly to look at him. Danny's lips twitch into a smile as he pats the mattress beside him, an inviting glint in his eyes.

As soon as he's settled beside him Danny's hands are hot against his skin, stroking down his muscled chest.
"Can I?" Danny asks, as he lowers his head, lips so close that his hot breath raises goosebumps on the skin beneath them. Ethan groans, nodding his head before he remembers Danny warning his brother earlier. A quiet 'fuck yes' is all Danny needs. A sigh of relief leaves his lips as Danny's mouth presses hot kisses down his abdomen.

"You put him down so well, Ethan," Danny praises as he gets to his waist band, tonguing the deep lines formed by bulging muscles and blowing cool air over the heated skin. "Am I okay to touch you?" Danny asks as he teases at pulling his underwear down.

Ethan voices his agreement, he's been dying to get some relief since they started this whole thing. And maybe it would've just been easier to get himself off and leave, but it seems worth the wait.

"Good," Danny praises him for using his words and before Ethan can voice any opinion, he licks a long stripe up his cock, stealing any words that were forming.

Ethan moans as Danny uses his mouth to work him over, muscles fluttering beneath his touch as his hands stroke up his chest, a few tweaks of his nipples making his hips jump forward.

Danny pulls off and smirks cockily up at him as he wraps his hand around his girth. Ethan closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy the soft touches Danny gives him, never wants it to stop as the heat builds in his abdomen.

Careful eyes watch his every move, Danny trying to assess when is best for him to voice his thoughts. He bites his lip as Ethan goes pliant beneath him, hands holding the bed sheets as his chest rises and falls rapidly.
"If this is what you want then mark your territory, claim me as your own to share with Aiden. If you want me, I'm yours."

"You are doing so good. Being so good for me, Ethan. Thank you for trusting me with this, E. You made me and your brother feel so good. You are such a good boy," Danny tells him, hoping the honesty of his words is expressed in his voice. Ethan tries to act unaffected but Danny can see the way his knuckles have turned white and his jaw is clenched.

"You can be good for me and still be strong. Strong for me and yourself and your brother. You are allowed to feel good, feel happy. You deserve those things, Ethan. And you deserve to be and know that you are a good boy," Danny encourages him to relax. It takes him by surprise when instead of pulling away Ethan lets out a broken sob as he comes, splashing up along his neck and jaw to join his brother's come on the dom. Their dom.

Danny feels a shudder go through him at the sound of the subs cries, holding him close as his body shakes. He presses his lips behind his ear, smiling as the boy holds him tight yet delicately.
"So good, Ethan. Such a good boy. Just like Aidens a good boy too," Danny whispers. "You're both so good for me."

Ethan presses him forward until they fall so they're beside Aiden. Ethan reaches out to Aiden, smiling at the glossy look in his eyes.

"You okay, little bro?" Ethan asks, voice breaking. Aiden hums contently, nuzzling into his brothers hand.
"My boys, so good for me," Danny praises again as he leans in to press a kiss to Aiden's forehead. Aiden makes a happy noise in his throat as they cuddle in around him, their scents mixing together.

"You okay?" Danny asks Ethan when Aiden falls asleep buried in his shoulder.
"I'm good," Ethan replies with a soft smile. Danny grins.
"You are. You are good," he repeats watching the flush spread down Ethan's chest and he averts his eyes. "Hey, we'll take it as slow as you want if you still want it. There's no rush, no pressure or expectations. It's all between us three, and we can make it work."

Ethan rolls his shoulders and nods, swallowing down any protests his brain may have.
"Yeah. Thank you," Ethan whispers, resting his cheek on Danny's chest, beside his brother. Danny smiles and lets his own eyes close when Ethan's breathing settles.

They'll work it out, just them three.

In the morning Danny laughs when Aiden tells him it wasn't much of a punishment for fighting. He smiles and kisses his cheek.
"I think your brother learned his lesson. And you helped me with that and were very good for us both," Danny muses.

Scott has Isaac tucked under his arm as they stroll into the club, a kiss pressed into the blondes temple making him lean further into his embrace.

Erica and Boyd follow behind them, eyes sparkling as Erica declines Jackson's offer of a vodka cranberry, asking for just a cranberry juice. Boyd keeps a strong hand on her hip as they walk to the booths opposite the dance floor, their usual place.

Allison and Lydia take seats at the bar, smiling behind their shot glasses as their knees brush up against each other. The brunette tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, a coy smile being thrown at the ginger as Lydia stands and tugs her towards the dance floor. The girls don't notice the bartender eyeing them as they walk away, but Jackson does and the glare he sends his way seems to act as warning enough.

Derek groans as he enters the dance floor with Stiles, the loud music and sweaty smells already giving him a headache. Stiles pulls him close, pushing Derek's head into his neck, stubble tickling his skin. Dereks chest rumbles, the scent of his mate overpowering the scents of everyone else combined like a breath of fresh air, clearing his head. He lifts his head and smiles at Stiles gratefully.

"You're lucky we're in public," Derek teases, lips brushing against Stiles' ear in an attempt to get his mate to hear him.
"I wouldn't call that lucky," Stiles pouts, pressing himself against his mate. Derek growls as they get even closer.

Jackson watches Lydia and Allison on the dance floor, tongue wetting his lips as his eyes rake over their figures dancing together.
"Want another?" The barmaid asks, long blonde hair falling down over her low cut top as she leans over to counter, a predatory smile on her face.
"Please," Jackson nods, handing his empty glass over, but not sparing her another look.

He suppresses a smirk as Lydia catches his eyes, her own twinkling as she dances with Allison, keeping her eyes trained on his as she moves. The Barmaid puts his next drink down, tucking her hair behind her ear to fully show all the skin her open shirt bares.
"I made it a double," she whispers, rosy lips parting as she sips her own drink. Jackson doesn't acknowledge it, too busy getting stared down by the only two girls on the dance floor that could ever get his attention. Lydia crooks her finger, beckoning him over to them, as Allison begins to kiss down her neck.

Jackson grabs his drink, maintaining his eye contact as he drinks it in one, puts it down on the counter and picks himself up off of his seat. He throws a bill the barmaids way before he starts to walk towards the girls. Allison smirks wickedly at him as he gets closer, holding her hand out for him to take. Lydia mimics the action, each girl taking one hand of his to pull him into the dance floor.

Lydia flattens her palms on his chest, feeling the muscle beneath his shirt as she slowly strokes her hands to his belt. Allison moves to his side, hips still swaying to the music as his hand settles on her waist. Jackson can hardly resist the urge to moan, finally getting relief after denying himself any form of contact with others. Roughhousing with the pack or puppy piles don't scratch the itch like this does.

He pulls them both close by their waists, eyes flashing as their scents get stronger. They fall into an easy rhythm, touching everywhere they can reach. A growl reverberates in Jackson's throat as Allison unbuttons his shirt further, taking the chance to touch the exposed skin gently.

Jackson doesn't know if they are aware of what they're doing, spreading their scent all over him until one sniff from another were would tell you he was owned. He bets even a human could tell if they saw him, from the messy hair and wide pupils with hooded lids.

Lydia tuts and shakes her head as Jackson leans in to press their lips together, shushing him when he growls.
"Not here," she murmurs into his ear, raising a questioning eyebrow. All Jackson can do is gulp and nod.

Lydia takes them both by hand and leads them out of the door, pausing to tell Erica that they're leaving. Erica purses her red, glossy lips to suppress the smirk as she looks to Allison and Jackson.
"Enjoy," she murmurs, an evil twinkle in her eye telling Lydia she'll never hear the end of it.

Jackson moans as Allison pushes him back on the bed after she's taken his shirt off, both girls sat before him, each sat on his thighs, only their underwear left. He gulps, the air thick with the scent of arousal, the feeling of being under them coming to wrap around his shoulders like a safety blanket.

"Please do something," Jackson begs, the need to rebel against submitting rising higher the longer they wait.
"You okay with a blindfold, Jax?" Lydia asks, fingers tracing patterns on the smooth skin of his stomach.
"Yeah, that's okay," Jackson nods, trying to convince himself as well as them. Lydia hops off the bed elegantly, eyes catching Allison's with a silent conversation shared between them.

Allison shuffles up the bed, pressing her lips harshly against Jackson's. He moans in relief, hands coming up to cradle her face. She combs one hand roughly through his hair, the other holding her up. The whimper he lets out and how he relaxes slightly when she bites his lip is tiny but telling.

Jackson lets out a shaky breath as he arches his neck, giving Allison better access as she places rough kisses along his skin, teeth scraping gently. So lost in the feeling, Jackson makes a noise of surprise as the blindfold covers his eyes, plunging him into darkness.

He growls when he hears the sounds of kissing.
"You wait till I can't see to do that?" He complains, quieting when Lydia's lips press against his own.

It's different to Allison, softer and familiar, but he can still taste the lingering kiss from the brunette. Lydia takes her time, tracing his bottom lip with her tongue.

"You gonna be good and keep your hands here," she mumbles, "or do we need to make sure they stay there?" She presses his hands into the pillow above his head.

Jackson knows full well that this is them giving him the choice, to try and be good on his own terms.
"No, I-I'll be - okay," he agrees, wincing on the last word. Lydia smiles knowingly.
"Good," Allison hums, thumb stroking his hip bone.

Lydia gently rakes her nails down his chest, giggling at the groan that escapes him. his hips jump as she does it again, making sure to catch his nipples.
"Harder," Jackson grunts. "Please."
"So polite," Lydia comments, approving. But instead, she presses soft kisses along the marks her nails leave behind. Jackson huffs.

He moans softly as Allison pulls his underwear down, finally. His breathing stutters, abs clenching, when Lydia cups his balls, rolling them in her palm. Allison busies herself with littering kisses across his thighs, up his stomach until she reaches his puffy lips.

"Being so good," she whispers as her fingernail circles his nipple, scratching gently over the hard bud. Jackson shivers, whimpering as Lydia fans her hot breath over his straining dick, precome oozing from the tip.
"Allison, I want you down here with me," Lydia murmurs, her soft grip leisurely stroking up and down his shaft. Allison smirks, licking a stripe up the side of his cock before pulling Lydia in for a kiss, the head of his dick trapped between their soft lips.

Jackson's moans are like music to their ears, as the pace increases they know they're getting him close.
"You nearly there, Jax?" Lydia taunts.
"What if we don't let you?" Allison teases, both girls pulling away, leaving Jackson a shuddering mess between them.
"Would you do as you're told? Try to be good?" Lydia prompts, fingernails teasing dangerously close to where he wants to be touched the most.
"Would you be good for both of us, let us look after you?" Allison says softly, begin to work him up to the edge again.

"Yes!" Jackson agrees, hands clenching where they are held above his head.
"Yes, what?" Lydia encourages.
"I'll be good. Please, let me be good for you," Jackson begs, voice breaking as tears work their way out from under the blindfold.

"You can come, Jackson. You deserve it for being so good," Allison praises, smiling at the red head as their hands join to stroke him faster and faster.

The whimpers and breathy moans that escape Jackson are nothing like Allison had ever imagined him sounding like, but she likes it. A lot.

Lydia continues to tease him after he's finished, cock jumping weakly as she rubs at the sensitive head. Allison giggles as Jackson groans and nudges Lydia away with his leg.

They curl up together, dreaming sweet dreams of a relationship with all three of them, Jackson dreaming of finally feeling accepted and loved. But when the girls wake up, the space between them is empty.

Derek and Stiles are up bright and early the next morning for their drive to the puppy hotel. Stiles complains that he's tired, Derek laughing as he tells him he should've been sleeping then instead of trying to convince Derek to fuck him. That shuts him up.

His knees bounce, huffing when Derek reprimands him for biting his nails.
"I'll bite you instead," Stiles grumps, playfully nibbling on Derek's hand. He stops when Derek rips his hand out of his grip and growls. "Sorry, I didn't mean to."
"No it's just-" Derek sighs, taking a deep breath before continuing. He takes Stiles' hand back, pressing a kiss his knuckles. "It sounds like you're making your claim, a mating bite. Which obviously me and my wolf are both very excited about. I don't particularly want to lose control while driving."

Stiles keeps his head ducked, shivering when Derek rests a heavy hand on the back of his neck, thumb rubbing in soothing circles.
"Talk me through it again please," Stiles whispers. "What happens after this weekend."

"We go home, we get cosy and comfortable. We get you fed and happy before I give you the turning bite. the pack are going to have some sort of acceptance or initiation behaviours, Mom said she couldnt find any more details about it, its not often this sort of thing happens. Your mind already recognises you as the omega to the alpha and the bite will allow the physical changes to happen. Then when that's finished, I'll give you the mating bite," Derek explains. "Then it will be about a month before your first heat."
"I think getting the turning bite will be so relieving. Like I already have these urges that are so wolf like but don't have the biology to do them, but then I will," Stiles tells him.

Derek struggles to not just haul Stiles up into their room after getting checked in, forcing himself to bring them back downstairs to the dining area where there seems to be a small gathering of guests.

"Welcome! Our guests for this weekend are currently having brunch and a chat. This is open daily to allow you to get to know the guests and the rules better. The official induction meeting starts in ten minutes," a concierge informs them, opening the door for them.

"Do I have to call you sir when I'm not a pup here?" Stiles asks as they walk through the doors.
"You call me whatever feels right, love, I don't mind," Derek reassures, guiding Stiles with a hand on his lower back towards the food. They both plate themselves up a hearty breakfast, moving to join the circle of chairs surrounding a table.

Most couples have their pup kneeling or on all fours. None of them are in pup gear yet, Derek thinks everyone is waiting until after the meeting before they dive in to playing. Everyone continues their conversation, the couples absorbed in their chatter. Derek simply lays a hand on Stiles' knee as they settle into two empty chairs.

"How are you feeling?" Derek asks, a gentle smile gracing his face as Stiles shrugs, mouth too full to respond. He leans in and swipes a bit of honey from his lips wiht his tongue, causing a stunning blush to spread on his cheeks.
"I'm excited, nervous, full of energy," Stiles says when he's swallowed the food, knee bouncing beneath Derek's strong hand.
"Hmm, I can tell," Derek chuckles, a soft sound that Stiles wishes he could hear all the time.

He thinks back to the first time they really laughed together, when Derek had finally softened a little and no longer growled whenever someone got too close. The pack had all been joking and bantering, a buzz in the air from the hot weather. Derek was there in a tank top that made Stiles want to drool, with a cold beer in his hand. Stiles had a particularly snarky, and relatively silly, retort to an insult from Jackson and Derek laughed. His eyes crinkled and his head tipped back and the most beautiful sound Stiles had ever heard (up to that point) came out. Stiles had blushed furiously, ignoring Scott's strange look, and beamed at Derek. But it's different when it's just them, now that they're together and soon to be official mates, Derek is soft and vulnerable when he laughs, his affection clear and open. That is Stiles' favourite noise now.

"You okay, love?" Derek questions, concerned at his mate zoning out for so long. Stiles looks up at him, grinning from ear to ear.
"I love you," he responds simply, nodding his head as he leans in to brush his cheek against Derek's, scenting him.
"I love you too, darling, but if you keep rubbing on me like that I may have to cut this breakfast short and take you to the bedro-"

"Good morning, everyone," a lady in a bright yellow sundress with a dark curly bob announces to the room. She has a taller woman stood beside her dressed in a pink jumpsuit, an arm tucked around her waist. "We are the owners of this hotel and will be spending the weekend with you as a guide of sorts."

Derek huffs and pulls his head out of Stiles' neck, squeezing the boy's knee. The couple join the circle, smiling at everyone as they look around at their guests.

"I'm Vikki," the taller one tells them and tucks a strand of her platinum hair behind her ear. "It's lovely to meet you all and we hope you enjoy your weekend."
"I'm Natalia," the short haired woman smiles, setting her manicured hands on the table. "We would like to go round the group and have everyone tell us their names, who the pups are and what your favourite activities as pups are."

A woman with dark skin and eyes just as rich smiles kindly at them.
"I'm Vanessa, this is Arthur," she says, stroking her fingers through her pups ginger hair as he smiles goofily up at them from his position on the floor. "Arthur is my pup, and he enjoys hide and seek."

Derek watches the eyes of Vanessa and Arthur flash an amber colour, his own shining scarlet in response.

"This is my pup, Abigail. My names Jade," a pale girl with half blue, half pink hair smiles, leaning into the kiss Abigail, a tan, dark haired lady, presses to her cheek.
"I enjoy socialising with other pups when I'm in pupspace," Abigail adds.

"I'm Oscar and these are my pups, Diana and Trey," an older man introduces, hair almost fully grey with a beard to match. A blonde, plump lady is sat beside him, laugh lines and crows feet showing her age to be similar to Oscar's. Sat on the other side of him is a slim, olive skinned boy, looking much younger than the other two in their dynamic. "Trey is quite a cheeky pup and enjoys a bit of kiss-chase, and Diana just enjoys the affection from her owner."

"I'm Derek and this is my pup, Stiles. He enjoys learning new things," Derek introduces them, hand stroking over his boy's thigh as his face blushes a deep red.

"My name is Jamie," a woman with pale skin darkened by the heavy tattoos says. The boy beside her has hair spiked up neatly with a nose ring and a ring of dark eyeliner. Where their hands rest on the table Stiles can see their nails are painted black to match and smiles to himself. "My pup is called Harvey. He enjoys grooming sessions."

"It's lovely to meet you all. We will now establish some ground rules.

Here we will operate with the traffic light system. If somebody does something that makes you uncomfortable, word out and we will make sure everybody is practicing safely.

You are allowed to be as undressed as you are comfortable with.

You can touch each other outside of your couples if you have consent from everybody and pups can play together.

Please only go to the toilet in the toilets or in the designated outside area. If that's not followed it causes a lot of rather smelly problems.

We don't forbid sexual acts in the public spaces but please be aware of your surroundings and peers.

Please clean up after yourselves as much as possible to make it easier for our cleaners.

You have free reign to what you do in your room, as long as it's not illegal.

Breakfast is an open buffet, from half seven until half ten, but everyday there is the opportunity to have another meeting with everyone. Lunch is served at 1:30-3:00 and dinner is served at 6:30-8:00. You can order these up to your room or sit with everybody in the dining area. If you want your pup to eat while still in pupspace there are food bowls if you haven't brought your own or you can feed them from your plate if you prefer. You also have fridges stocked with snacks and drinks, but if anything you want isn't there you can call room service or pop to the store across the road."

Everyone around the table sits and nods dutifully, trying to absorb all of the instructions.

"Is there anybody that hasn't been here before?" Natalia asks. Derek and Stiles, along with Trey, raise their hands. "I know it may seem like a lot to take on at first but there will be a list of the rules in your room should you need them. Feel free to mingle, or go up to your room. For today we're going to have arranged play sessions so our first one starts just after lunch."

"Is it rude to go straight to our room?" Derek asks Stiles lowly, knowing that sometimes he can be the less social one of their relationship.
"Nah, I think everyone can do as they please for their own adjustment," Stiles answers, humming as Derek scents him absentmindedly.
"Let's go then."

They walk hand in hand back to their room, Stiles all too happy when he finds himself pressed with his chest against the door as soon as they crossed into the room.

Derek's growl is a low vibrato in his chest, eyes heavy as he presses himself in a long line against Stiles' back. He noses behind his ear, tongue coming out to taste the skin beneath his lips. Stiles whimpers, feeling entirely owned when he tries to push his ass back to grind against Derek, only for the alpha to press him harder against the solid door.

"Ah ah, you stay right where you are, mister," Derek orders, hands slowly trailing down his boys' flank. His deft fingers lift the loose t-shirt enough to scrape his nails lightly through the trail of hair from Stiles' navel to his pants.

Stiles shivers, a breathy 'mhm' leaving his throat. Derek smirks, ensuring his stubble leaves a burn in its wake as he rubs his cheeks along Stiles' neck.

He hooks his fingers under the shirt and slowly lifts it up, chuckling as his fingers brush ever so slightly over the hard nipples hidden beneath the soft material forcing a desperate whine from the boy before him.

Stiles has to suppress a complaint when Derek steps away from him, pulling the t-shirt completely off exposing his pale torso. He's rewarded when the hot muscles of Derek's chest press against his back when his alpha returns.

"So good," Derek mumbles as he presses biting kisses to the skin in front of him. "You going to be good for me, Stiles?"
"Yes, please sir let me be good for you," Stiles begs, breathless despite the lack of action so far.

Derek makes quick work of undoing Stiles' jeans and pulling them down. He startles Stiles by kicking his legs apart once he has nothing on, causing him to lean forward to support himself in the door, ass sticking out invitingly. Derek smirks to himself before kneeling on the floor to gain better access to the lower half of his lover.

Stiles whimpers when Derek's tongue is the first thing that touches him, leaving a burning trail wherever it lands as it teases the sensitive skin behind his knees and up inside his thighs, where his skin starts to just curve up over his ass.

Derek growls, unable to hold himself back any longer as he presses his nose into the cleft if his mate's ass. Stiles feels himself blush furiously, using all his will to stop himself reaching back and moving Derek's head.

Just as Stiles feels his resolve beginning to slip the velvety heat of Derek's tongue returns, teasing at the sensitive skin of his taint.
"Oh please," he cries, thighs trembling as Derek uses his hands to spread them wider and hoist him up until his toes are barely touching the ground.
"I'll take care of you, I've got you," Derek soothes. He peppers gentle kisses across his pale skin, a sweet kiss pressed to his hole making Stiles blush furiously, but Derek can smell how much hes enjoying this. "Such a pretty little hole. I cant wait to wreck it, make sure it fits perefectly to my fingers, my tongue and my cock. youll be stretched so wide on my knot, itll take days to get so tight again."

Stiles gasps before letting out a litany of curses a sailor would be proud of when Derek swipes across his hole with a flat tongue. The onslaught continues as Derek stiffens his tongue and traces around his entrance, sending fireworks that explode behind his eyes. Derek is sure his smile looks killer, but he couldn't care less, not with the scent and taste of his mate so strong on his tongue. The slick Stiles will produce as his omega is going to drive him insane.

Stiles lets his head fall forward to rest in the door, panting and trembling.
"Please, alpha, please let me come," Stiles begs as he gets closer and closer to the edge.

Derek ignores the pleas and instead presses his tongue inside his mate, moaning at the tight wet heat that he knows will feel marvellous around his cock when they finally mate. He can only imagine how Stiles will taste when he's an omega, the slick he'll leak for Derek to taste. Stiles is babbling 'please's and 'alpha's in a slur of words, desperate for more but unable to press back as he'd fall out of Derek's hold and that's the only place he wants to be.

Stiles' eyes roll back when a finger presses in besides his tongue and bends ever so slightly to rub over that spot inside him that makes his balls draw up tight.

"Sir, sir I'm going to come, please!"
"You can come Stiles," Derek permits before working his tongue again.

Stiles' moans get higher and higher until his eyes are tearing up and his body rocks with the waves of his orgasm. His thighs shake uncontrollably, even after Derek has stopped his tongue.

Derek carefully stands up and picks Stiles up, his legs too weak to support himself. Stiles is lax in his arms and whines when Derek lets go of him once he's on the bed.

"I'm here, love," Derek soothes, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Just getting something to clean you up."

He returns with a cool wash cloth and begins to slowly wash away the sweat and come, leaving kisses in the wake of the cloth.
"There, that's better," Derek concludes before wiping the come off the door and throwing the cloth in the hamper.

He lays beside Stiles in bed, pulling him to his side. Stiles hums contently and presses a kiss to the pec in front of his face.
"Love you," he mumbles. Derek smiles to himself, thinking about how lucky he really is.
"I love you, too, Stiles. So good for me, baby. Going to be such a good omega."
"My alpha," Stiles says in agreement.