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He tossed it to Peter who caught it gracefully. He quickly pulled himself out of Stiles (causing them both to hiss) before quickly lubing up and inserting the plug into Stiles. He draped himself over the younger man's back and whispered in his ear: "Now you'll have me with you for the rest of the day." Stiles moaned and his cock tried valiantly to harden again. Peter pulled back and arranged them so they were spooning on the bed. He then beckoned Chris over. He complied.
That clench was all it took for Peter. He pulled out and slammed in once more, burying himself to the hilt and began to come. He bit the back of Stiles' neck, causing him to come as well. As they came down and Stiles finally slumped forward, Peter removed his teeth from Stiles and addresses Chris. "Go in the top drawer of that nightstand and hand me the plug in there," said he. Chris sluggishly lifted his arm and dug around before finally finding the little red plug.
It didn't take long for any of them to reach their climax. Chris came first, because he'd been in Stiles the longest. When his balls tightened, he shoved his cock as deep as he could go and came, making Stiles swallow as much as he could (and feeding him what slipped out.) Stiles then licked his cock clean before giving his undivided attention to Peter. He clenched his ass when he sensed Peter was close.
Stiles pushed his hips back as Peter pulled his fingers out. He whined as Chris pulled him forward and thrust into his mouth again. Peter lubed up his cock and, with a slick hand, slapped Stiles' ass. Stiles moaned and Peter laughed. "Such a good little cockslut, isn't he Chris?" Chris could only groan in response, his hips moving of their own accord. Peter grinned devilishly. Prying Stiles' ass cheeks apart, Peter finally slipped (more like slammed) into Stiles.
Chris looked curiously at Peter. "Why can't I call him pet?" Chris inquired. "Because he's not your pet, is he? He's mine." Explained Peter. Chris nodded in understanding as he placed a guiding hand on the back of Stiles' neck. "Come here, boy. I've got a nice treat for you," Chris said, a little smirk donning his face. Stiles moved forward and immediately opened his mouth. Chris gasped as those sinful lips finally wrapped around his tip. "Good boy," the duo said together.
Do you guys understand how much of a turn on it is that Peter and Stiles have threesomes with Chris? And when they both penetrate him, Peter is posessive so he bites and marks Stiles' neck so Chris understands who Stiles actually belongs to.
Peter and Chris stripped quickly, leaving their clothes where they threw them. Peter finished first and strode over to Stiles. He caressed Stiles' spine and stopped when he reached his right cheek. Peter withdrew his hand and brought it down fast and hard. A mighty CRACK! and a loud moan resounded in the room. Peter smirked and dragged Stiles to the edge of the bed by his hips. "I don't think the three of us will fit on the bed, do you, pet?" Stiles shook his head.
Stiles was knelt between Peter's legs, looking up at him. Peter smiled down and carded a hand through his hair. "Good boy," said Peter. Stiles preened and Peter grinned. Peter looked over to Chris, whose attention was focused on Peter's pet. He looked back over at Stiles. "Why don't you go and help our guest out with his problem?" Peter suggested, gripping Stiles' hair and turning his head towards Chris. It brought the third man out of his stupor.
