Cowt 10; Prompt: “Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together. Every story has an end, but in life every end is just a new beginning.” (Anonimo)
“Please…” Begged Stiles testing the ropes once again. He had his hands tied to the bedpost over his head and his ankles to the bottom post; loose enough for him to bend his legs a little but not to close them.
Peter smiled shoving his white teeth. “Please what Stiles? I’m just a werewolf I can’t read your mind.” He thrust the vibrator deeper and he didn’t pull it back.
The boy arched over the bed screaming, his swollen prostate too sensitive for the unforgiving stimulation.
He has been moving over him for what feels like hours, using his fingers, hands, mouth and tongue for the most part of it, then he fingered him until he was blabbing incoherently and then it was the vibrator time.
When he turned Styles and they started that sort of relationship an interesting side effect of the bite came in light if Peter commanded Styles with his alpha voice to do not come the boy just couldn’t be helped.
He enjoyed edging, but Peter took it to the next level, he was so satisfied in denying him that in some of their most intense sessions he completely forgot his own arousal until the end.
When he was finally done tormenting Styles he just jacked himself of on his spent body.
But this night was different. He told Styles he had something different planned but he wouldn’t say what.
Peter licked his lips, probably the poor boy even forgot about his statement after everything he did to him. He was getting restless too, he had been anticipating the next part for the whole day and even if Styles squirming under his attentions was beautiful he couldn’t wait anymore.
He stopped the vibrator and Styles looked at him with glassy eyes.
As soon as he was sure he had his whole attention he spoke slowly and firmly to make sure the boy gets all the strength of his alpha voice.
“You are so good to me and good boys get a reward, I want you to come in exactly a minute from…now!” As he spoke he turned the vibrator on to the maximum level and he grabbed Style’s cock pumping him furiously.
Style screamed so hard that probably they could hear him from the next building.
Peter couldn’t care less.
He kept his ministration until Styles voice broke and he arched cumming violently. His lips were wide in a silent screaming.
His cum fled, landing everywhere. Peter kept stroking him until the boy started to cry in overstimulation then finally let go of him. He took out the vibrator and left it on the bed.
Styles was panting, completely spent, his eyes closed and his body lax.
That’s why he didn’t notice Peter’s moving. His eyes fled open just when he felt the head of his cock pressing on his rim.
“Wait.mmmnnn.” Peter closed his mouth with a kiss pinning him down with his whole body.
With a firm thrust, he was ball deep inside him. He was so loose he didn’t even need to let him adjust.
He started a fast pace landing deep inside of the pliant body under him.
“Wait! Peter! I can’t!” Styles tried to get away from him but he didn’t have a chance.
“My dear boy, we are just getting started!”
The werewolf howled in the night.