Tagged by my beloved @lucky-bishop š©· Iāve been giving myself a break from pushing myself to write this summer, but recently I started working on a little companion piece to All My Heart Is Yours that explores a bit more of the D/s dynamic between Peter and Stiles that is hinted at in one section of that fic.
The pillow under Stilesās knees isnāt thick enough to totally take away the sting of the hardwood floor beneath, but he doesnāt mind.
He hunches over enough to rest his head on Peterās knee, because heās allowed to do that. If he moves around too much, Peter will twist his fingers in his hair and tug until it stings, a small reminder.
Peterās flipping through some big, glossy, rich people magazine. Something about country estates or some other thing Stiles has no interest in.
Everything about Peter is rich. His forty dollar hair pomade, and his expensive facial lotion, and the shampoo that makes Stilesās hair silky smooth whenever he lets Peter wash it. Peter never lets Stiles pay for anything, and the lavish gifts that show up on Stilesās doorstep leave him flushed and smiling and feeling spoiled rotten.
And this: the luxury of kneeling, face pressed against Peterās designer denim, watching Peterās stomach rise and fall with his breaths, the smell of his cologne, always so subtle that Stiles can really only smell it when heās up close like this.
His fingers curl and uncurl around the hem of Peterās jeans, another thing heās allowed. Peter knows him too well to expect total stillness from him, and that knowledge settles hot and pleasing in Stilesās chest.
Peterās voice breaks the quiet. āThis oneās for sale. What do you think, darling? Would you be my stable boy? Iām sure there are many quiet places we could sneak away for a fuck.ā He holds the magazine in front of Stilesās face, showing a glossy two page spread with stables and white fences and acres of rolling green hills.
A small smile plays across Stilesās face. He likes this game. āWhat would the other stable hands think?ā He asks slyly.
āWeād have to give you something to chew on to keep you quiet so they donāt hear. Maybe part of a nice leather bridle you could bite down on to keep from screaming my name.ā
āYou think youād have me wanting to scream your name, huh?ā
āWanton little thing like you, making eyes at the big boss man? Oh definitely.ā
Stiles laughs, pressing his smile down against Peterās thigh.
Peter smiles down at him and tugs his hair, gently, before going back to his magazine.
Stiles is a little hard now, but he knows he won't be doing anything about that for awhile yet. Thatās alright, heās right where he wants to be.
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