[Stiles let out a breath at the second finger, slipping inside him with only a slight bit of resistance, not painful, just...different. He wrapped his arms around Sam's neck, pulling himself up into the kiss.]
[Every kiss, every small sound that escapes him is tantalizing. Sam kisses him, murmuring words of affection, encouragement and want into his lips. The wolf kneels between his legs, kissing along his hips and his straining erection. There hasn't been any hesitation or resistance yet. But that doesn't alleviate the anxiety at the back of his mind.]
[Stiles' breathing is heavy as Sam works him open, kissing along his length. He nods, smiling shyly.]
Yeah I...I'm good...better than good... [Stiles watches the man between his legs, biting his bottom lip nervously, but this is good; Sam is working him open slowly, making sure he's ready. This time, too, Stiles is going to ask for more than two fingers - he needs to know he can hold three before Sam can slide into him.]
[It's probably stupid and cliche, but Stiles is breathtaking. Skin flushed, starting to sheen with sweat as Sam works him. His own breath is coming quick as he continues to work his fingers into him, his cock twitching impatiently with every push inside.] Good. [A long, slow kiss and he pulls back, mouthing at his jaw.]
I need - [Stiles blushes, humming into the kiss as Sam asks if he's ready.] ...I need one more.
[Maybe in the future he'll be able to nod and says yes, he's totally ready, without a doubt, but right now Stiles wants to make sure. Needs to make sure, even though he feels like he's stretched.] I'm sorry...
[And one day they'll be able to be together without the taint if what had been forced upon them. Sam kisses him, complying with another slow finger slipping into him.]
Shh. Don't apologize. I don't want to hurt you, okay?
[He wants nothing more than to gather him close, hold him and love him as completely as possible. Stiles. Warm, flaily, talkative, incredible Stiles.]
[Sam slips a third digit inside of him, and Stiles wriggles down slowly, blushing as he takes Sam's finger further into his body. Yeah, he's ready...but he still waits a minute or two, just to make sure, before lightly smoothing his hand over Sam's chest.] I-I'm...ready for you...
[And he's hard again, so ready to slip inside him. Sam takes his time slicking himself up before he covers Stiles with his body.] You have no idea how incredible you are. [A murmured endearment into his mouth as he shifts between his legs, thrusting inside in one slow, steady movement. Sam's eyes screw shut, his chest heaving. He's perfect this time. Warm and slick and ready.]
Fu--Stiles.. [Sam muffles a desperate cry in the teen's shoulder.]
[Stiles watches Sam slick himself up, cock twitching at the sight. Sam's pretty damn big; Stiles worries about how he's going to fit.]
M'not, you are; God, look at you... [Stiles gasps as Sam slowly pushes into him, slick and hard and completely, blissfully without pain; just a small, minimal discomfort that Stiles can easily push away with a minute to adjust.]
Sam... [Stiles moans, wrapping an arm over Sam's back, turning his face in towards Sam's as he ducks into his shoulder to kiss at Sam's cheek.] You're...big...
[A wonderful swell of warmth rises in his chest as he hears Stiles moan his name, clinging to him as their hips slowly meet. Panting, he bends, nosing at his jaw, kissing the skin he can reach. He's okay. No tension, no discomfort.] You're incredible. Amazing.
[Sam pulls back after a moment, slowly thrusting forward into slick, warm heat. Snug and perfect and made even better because it's Stiles. This time when he starts thrusting slowly, it's for purely pleasurable reasons. He wants this to last, wants to draw it out because he's been waiting for this.]
[Stiles flushes at the words of adoration, trembling ever so slightly. It's a good tremble - nervous and happy and everything is just right as Sam runs the tip of his nose along Stiles' jaw, kissing him everywhere.]
C-careful. [Stiles murmurs, though he really doesn't need to because Sam is going slow, and it doesn't hurt; that's probably the best thing Stiles could have hoped for. It's good, and while he wasn't expecting it to be bad...he wasn't expecting it to be this good.]
Always. [Sam has been mindful since his change that he's stronger now, that he always needs to be careful. With Stiles it's no different. But the wolf in him wants to protect him, keep him safe and near.
[He feels so good. The night had gone perfectly and now he was loving Stiles the way he deserved to be loved. His hand slides between their bodies, wrapping his fingers around Stiles and moving slowly, in time with each thrust.]
[Stiles pulls Sam towards him, blankets in him, watching with wide eyes as the man slides in and out of him skillfully, affectionately. He captures Sam's bottom lip, kissing at it softly, just basking in the warmth and security being in Sam's arms gives him. If it were anybody else, he probably wouldn't have let them back into his body, but Sam...he trusts Sam implicitly, surprising himself with the level of loyalty he felt for the wolf.
Stiles releases a breathy whimper as Sam's hand wraps around him, stroking him in time with his thrusts, shooting pleasure through his veins. So much better than his history homework.] Sam...
[Something warm and wonderful hooks low inside him when Stiles breathes his name like that. It sends his pulse skittering, but in a good, human way. He lays close, rocking over Stiles at a slow, easy pace. He feels incredible. To thrust into, to hold, to touch. Sam is sure he'll never get enough of him.
[His thumb glides over the smooth head, fingers firm around his straining cock as he keeps moving.] That's it. I've got you.
I - I know you - do... [Stiles moans again, loudly, but he feels too damn good to be embarrassed by the noises tumbling from his parted lips. Sam's grips is firm, though not overly so, and Stiles is enjoying this a little too much.]
Sam, ah, fuck, oh... [He sounds like a bad porno but Sam is filling him with each thrust, pushing a little deeper, hand pumping in rhythm and Stiles lets the noises go, just for him. The teen has his arms wrapped around Sam's chest, fingers splayed against his back, pressing in tightly.]
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Still.. still good?
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Yeah I...I'm good...better than good... [Stiles watches the man between his legs, biting his bottom lip nervously, but this is good; Sam is working him open slowly, making sure he's ready. This time, too, Stiles is going to ask for more than two fingers - he needs to know he can hold three before Sam can slide into him.]
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Do you think.. are you.. ?
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[Maybe in the future he'll be able to nod and says yes, he's totally ready, without a doubt, but right now Stiles wants to make sure. Needs to make sure, even though he feels like he's stretched.] I'm sorry...
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Shh. Don't apologize. I don't want to hurt you, okay?
[He wants nothing more than to gather him close, hold him and love him as completely as possible. Stiles. Warm, flaily, talkative, incredible Stiles.]
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Fu--Stiles.. [Sam muffles a desperate cry in the teen's shoulder.]
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M'not, you are; God, look at you... [Stiles gasps as Sam slowly pushes into him, slick and hard and completely, blissfully without pain; just a small, minimal discomfort that Stiles can easily push away with a minute to adjust.]
Sam... [Stiles moans, wrapping an arm over Sam's back, turning his face in towards Sam's as he ducks into his shoulder to kiss at Sam's cheek.] You're...big...
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[Sam pulls back after a moment, slowly thrusting forward into slick, warm heat. Snug and perfect and made even better because it's Stiles. This time when he starts thrusting slowly, it's for purely pleasurable reasons. He wants this to last, wants to draw it out because he's been waiting for this.]
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C-careful. [Stiles murmurs, though he really doesn't need to because Sam is going slow, and it doesn't hurt; that's probably the best thing Stiles could have hoped for. It's good, and while he wasn't expecting it to be bad...he wasn't expecting it to be this good.]
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[He feels so good. The night had gone perfectly and now he was loving Stiles the way he deserved to be loved. His hand slides between their bodies, wrapping his fingers around Stiles and moving slowly, in time with each thrust.]
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Stiles releases a breathy whimper as Sam's hand wraps around him, stroking him in time with his thrusts, shooting pleasure through his veins. So much better than his history homework.] Sam...
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[His thumb glides over the smooth head, fingers firm around his straining cock as he keeps moving.] That's it. I've got you.
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Sam, ah, fuck, oh... [He sounds like a bad porno but Sam is filling him with each thrust, pushing a little deeper, hand pumping in rhythm and Stiles lets the noises go, just for him. The teen has his arms wrapped around Sam's chest, fingers splayed against his back, pressing in tightly.]
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