Apr 29, 2019
You're so bae, McCall.
“... Isn’t Sobe like noodles or something? I’m... noodly?”
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You're so bae, McCall.
“... Isn’t Sobe like noodles or something? I’m... noodly?”
🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆 [lets be real, jackson would spam scott because he can't resist nude photoshoots with himself]
“Jackson’s so into me it’s almost embarrassing.” Scott off-handedly told Stiles as he checked his phone, a grin curling his lips as he looked at his phone, watching as shot after shot after shot came through on his phone. “He’s obsessed with me. It’s kind of sweet.”
The way Scott sounded so much more invested in kissing his skin causes a groan to slip from twin flesh, eyes fluttering closed as his arms wrap around his boyfriend's neck. "You're good at spoiling."
“You’re good at making me want to spoil you.” He shot back, kissing his way back up to Jackson’s lips.
The smile on Jackson's face doesn't fade, it lingers there as Scott's mouth works along the crook of his neck-- any exposed skin that was reachable. "Body was probably yours before either of knew it was, honestly."
“At least you finally admit that.” He grumbles back, his lips barely leaving Jackson’s skin.
"Ha, yeah you're right. All of it. You're the only one who can handle it anyway," he remarks back, head canting some more to the side as he allowed Scott to kiss at his neck.
Scott kissed his way down to the crook where Jackson’s neck met his shoulder. He stopped there to suck a mark into his skin before he moved back up to nose at his old rival’s jaw. “Damn right about that.”
He chuckles, head tilting back slightly. "You know I'm just complaining just to complain." Being perfect was an illusion to some and even Jackson Whittemore knew he had his faults, but he was actually pretty confident he was perfect on the outside. Illusion or not. "Plus, some of this is for you, right?"
“Some?” Scott scoffed, leaning down to nip at Jackson’s exposed neck when he tilted his head back. “All of it better be for me, Whittemore.”
"That's a lie. My butt's never been bigger, actually."
“Well, that explains why my mouth has been watering so much.” He answered simply, his hands slipping down to feel for himself. “This better not be you complaining that you’re anything short of perfect, either.”
He straddled his alpha, making himself comfortable in what Jackson called his throne quite often and he wasn't joking. "Mm, I guess that works for me."
Scott was happy to keep his lap as Jackson’s throne. The man would literally kill for it before he’d let anyone else sit there anyway. His arms circled Jackson’s waist as he leaned in to steal a kiss. “You have such a bony ass.” Scott teased playfully, hiking Jackson’s hips even closer to his own, mostly just as an excuse to have him closer.