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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale/Sheriff_Stilinski, Sheriff
      Stilinski/Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale/Sheriff_Stilinski/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Sheriff_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Barebacking, Blow_Jobs, Comeplay, Daddy_Kink,
      First_Time, Incest, Parent/Child_Incest, Rimming, Scent_Marking,
      Snowballing, Spanking, Threesome, Threesome_-_M/M/M, Underage_Sex, Unsafe
      Sex, Alternate_Universe, Not_Canon_Compliant
  Series:
      Part 18 of Prompts,_Pleadings_and_Prezzies,_Oh_My!
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-11-16 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 4961
****** I Will Be Your Father Figure ******
by Virago77_(PriPri)
Summary
     The first time Derek took Stiles was after the alpha pack had made
     their first overt gesture by cornering Stiles at the supermarket and
     making sure he took their scents home to Derek. To say that Derek
     lost his shit…would be fairly accurate.
Notes
     So I had a thought this morning while I was in the early stages of
     waking. The first thing I thought to do was share it with MoMoMomma2
     and she, of course, encouraged me to write this. I played with
     Derek’s age a little but as far as the State of California is
     concerned, it would still be considered underage. This is pretty
     rough; forgive my grammatical errors.
     I've tweaked and revised it a little since the original tumblr post
     which can be found here.
***** Something Tells Me Together, We’d Be Happy *****
When John Stilinski brought Derek Hale in for questioning regarding the partial
body that was found buried in his back yard, he didn’t go at him like the
sheriff.  He had flashes of a young Derek and his sister Laura, devastated and
in shock outside the charred remains of their home.  He didn’t know what
happened to the Hale siblings after the fire because they disappeared days
later, but he remembered Derek before the fire.  He was a basketball star, an
excellent student—a good kid.  The Hales were a family who kept to themselves,
but were well-liked and their loss was palpable within the Beacon Hills
community. 
            John looked at Derek as though it was his son sitting there in
handcuffs.  The warmth and kindness in his bright blue eyes broke Derek down. 
He cried for the first time in years.  Cried because he had lost the last of
his family and it probably could have been avoided.  Through his sobs Derek
informed the sheriff he knew the identity of the dead girl.  It was Laura, his
sister, and that he could have prevented her death if he had only told her the
truth.  John wrapped Derek in a hug because he needed it and because it was
evident that he wasn’t confessing to anything.  The young man was just the
victim of a wicked case of survivor’s guilt.  And that’s when the full
confession happened.
            After getting over the initial shock that Derek was a
werewolf—fucking werewolves were real!—and that came from a family of born
werewolves, he got angry.  He was angry because he also learned that Derek had
been emotionally and sexually abused by Kate Argent, who later set fire to his
house and murdered his family.
            When Derek was cleared of all murder charges, John brought him
home, because he refused to let what happened to Laura happen to Derek.  With
Kate Argent on the loose and her brother recently moved to town, he made sure
that it was well known that Derek Hale was under the protection of the
sheriff.  John immediately began the process of having the Hale Fire case
reopened.  He had also learned that his son and best friend were already in the
know about werewolves—Scott actually was a werewolf—and John knew he needed to
lay down ground rules for his meddling son.
 
            There were a few weeks of snark, idle threats, and witty rejoinders
before Stiles and Derek’s mutual hate developed into a bromance to rival all
bromances.  And with John treating Derek like a son, Stiles followed suit and
treated him like a brother.  Stiles had always wanted a brother, and while
Scott was a great best friend, he had no chance of keeping up with Stiles’
level of sarcasm and humor the way Derek could—or at all.
            After becoming the alpha, Derek became extremely possessive and
protective of Stiles.  He wouldn’t let the boy far from his senses and
frequently roared Scott into submission when the young beta lost control of the
wolf and set his sights on Stiles.  He scent marked the shit out of Stiles when
he came home from school or from an outing with Scott.  The scent marking
involved lots of licking… And then the sucking of marks into Stiles’ soft, pale
skin.
            It escalated one afternoon when Stiles came home from practice
covered in too many scents.  He grabbed Stiles by the scruff of his shirt, and
dragged him up the stairs and into the bathroom.  “Strip,” he commanded.
            “Derek—” Stiles made to complain but was cut off by a flash of red
eyes and a low guttural growl.  “Stripping!” he squeaked and began pulling at
his clothes.
            Derek turned away and moved to the tub where he turned on the
faucet, adjusted the temperature and started the shower.  “Get in.”
            Stiles hesitantly pulled off his boxer briefs and rushed into the
shower, quickly pulling the curtain closed behind him and hoping that Derek
didn’t see how deep his blush was.  It was all pointless because seconds later
Derek was inside the shower with him.  “What are you—”
            “Gotta get you clean,” he rumbled as he pressed himself against
Stiles’ back, pushing the boy further into the stream of hot water.  “Don’t
smell right,” he mumbled as his lips pressed against the nape of Stiles’ neck. 
Stiles knew not to argue or fight once Derek went possessive and monosyllabic. 
He always got like that when Stiles had been in danger or worse yet, hurt.  The
day that Derek learned Peter had kidnapped him Stiles didn’t think the alpha
would ever let him out of his nest of pillows and blankets.  Derek kept him
there and curled around him for hours; he didn’t let Stiles out until he was
completely saturated in Derek’s scent.
            Stiles let out a low moan when Derek’s hands began moving over him
gently, “D-Derek?”
            “Need to smell like mine,” Derek whispered.
            There was a loofa covered in Derek’s shower gel, lots of scrubbing,
and then firm but gentle hands pushing him back into the steam of water and
helping to rinse the soap off of his tingling skin.  And then Derek was pressed
against him, chest to chest, face pressed into his neck.  Derek growled low at
whatever he smelled there and began licking and sucking on Stiles’ wet skin.
 There was only so much a sixteen-year-old virgin could take when a nineteen-
year-old with a body that wouldn’t quit was pressed against him.
            His cock grew hard and his head went dizzy with arousal.  He was
expecting Derek to get angry, but instead what sounded like a purr began
emanating from his chest.  Then there were hands on his ass, rubbing and
squeezing his cheeks, pulling them apart.  Fingers drew along his crack and
brushed against his puckered hole.  “F-fu-uck—Derek!
            “Want you,” Derek murmured.
            “Oh my God please tell me I didn’t get knocked out at practice and
this is a dream I’m about to wake up from.”
            Derek pulled away and looked down into Stiles’ eyes; his pupils
were blown wide, leaving hardly any brown.  Derek wasn’t good with words under
normal circumstances, and when he was pre-verbal—forget about it!  Instead of
speaking, he leaned down and pressed a delicate kiss to Stiles’ mouth.  The
moment their mouths touched though, Derek groaned and he deepened the kiss,
dragging his tongue along the seam of Stiles’ lips before they opened with a
gasp.  Derek drove his tongue into Stiles’ warm mouth and devoured him.
            The kiss turned into a tutorial.  He moved Stiles’ head where he
wanted it, taught him how to breath without having to break apart, how to move
his tongue, where to nibble.  All the while Stiles was becoming weaker and
weaker and it was Derek’s strong arm that kept him upright.  His free hand
slipped between them and fingers ghosted over Stiles’ swollen length.  His
entire body jerked when Derek wrapped his fist around his cock and stroked it
once.  His fingers gripped Derek’s shoulders, nails digging in as Derek slipped
his cock into his hand with Stiles’.  It was the first time anyone had ever
touched him there. Other than porn, it was the first time Stiles had seen a
hard cock other than his own.  Although he could argue Derek’s porn star-like
status.
            A handful of tugs with their wet cocks slip-sliding together and
Stiles was coming hard between them.  Derek kept stroking, and with a growl,
came moments later.  If Stiles hadn’t already come, the sight of Derek’s cock
shooting thick ropes of come against their bellies would have done it.  It was
the hottest thing he had ever seen, followed closely by Derek smearing their
combined spunk along both of their bellies.  It didn’t take Stiles a full
second to realize that Derek was getting off on their mixed scents. 
            Derek spent a few moments kissing Stiles breathless, and then
switched to gentle drags of lips against lips, bringing down the intensity
before he allowed the water to wash the sticky release from their bodies.
            In Stiles’ bedroom, Derek spent an hour kissing, licking and biting
his way along Stiles’ skin.  Twenty of those minutes were spent with his tongue
buried in Stiles’ ass.  He licked him until his hole was red and wet and open. 
He fucked his tongue into him as deep as it would go, practically swooning at
the pure taste of Stiles.  It only took a few strokes of his hand on Stiles’
throbbing cock before the boy was coming again.  Derek flipped him over, licked
him clean, and then straddled Stiles’ waist while he stroked himself into a
second orgasm.  He spilled over Stiles’ stomach and chest, and then rubbed his
come into Stiles’ skin.  Sated and come drunk Stiles was pliant as Derek
repositioned them until they spooned together. 
            Derek woke him an hour later to feed him dinner.  He then watched
Stiles as he completed his homework, staying close to the young man, touching
and petting him lovingly; Derek’s chest rumbling in happiness. 
                                     *** 
            As Derek began building the pack he became even more possessive of
Stiles.  Scent-marking began happening multiple times throughout a given day. 
And his nights ended with sultry make-out sessions, rimming, blow jobs, and
Derek coming on his chest and sometimes his ass.  The first time it happened,
Derek had licked him into a spontaneous orgasm.  The fact that he could make
Stiles come with just his tongue drove the wolf crazy.  He got to his knees,
opened his pants enough to get his cock out and stroked himself into a growling
orgasm.  He spilled over Stiles’ stubble-burned ass cheeks and used his free
hand to pull Stiles’ ass open and aimed his still shooting cock at his pink,
open hole.  Stiles gasped at the feel of hot spunk hitting his sensitive
pucker.  Derek groaned at the sight of his seed dripping into his boy’s greedy
hole.  He rubbed the head of his cock over the mess he made.  “Soon,”he
thought.  His boy wasn’t ready for his cock yet, but he would be soon.
            Coming on Stiles’ ass became a regular thing.  And after the first
few times Derek began using his finger to push his spunk inside.  One finger
soon became two, then three, and before long, Derek had Stiles crying and
coming on his fingers.
            The first time Derek took Stiles was after the alpha pack had made
their first overt gesture by cornering Stiles at the supermarket and making
sure he took their scents home to Derek.  To say that Derek lost his shit…would
be fairly accurate.  There was a shower, where he checked Stiles over a half-
dozen times for marks or injuries.  Then he jerked them both into screaming
orgasms, making sure to spread their mixed come all over the both of them. 
Then he took him to bed where he rimmed Stiles until he was crying tears of
desperation and begging to be fucked.  So Derek opened him up with his fingers
and then gently, so gently, pushed his cock inside until Stiles was fully
impaled and spouting incoherent pleas.  Derek started off slow and tender at
first, because although he made a habit of opening Stiles with his fingers
every night, his cock was much wider and longer than his fingers could
imitate.  And when Stiles could take his full length without a painful hitch in
his breathing, Derek fucked the sobbing boy quiet.  He began moving faster,
pushing harder.  Stiles had been crying and begging, until he opened his mouth
and couldn’t produce a sound.  His skin was sweaty and flushed and he was on
the verge of hyperventilating when Derek instructed him to touch himself.  It
didn’t take very many pulls of his hand before Stiles found his voice and was
shouting Derek’s name in release, dirtying the sheets beneath him.  Stiles’
hole clenched around Derek’s prick and had him coming just moments behind
Stiles.  Derek filled him up and stayed buried deep inside him until his
flaccid penis slipped from within, letting his come dribble out of his used
hole.
***** Teacher, Anything You Have In Mind *****
Chapter Summary
     They’d been fucking for a few weeks before they were caught. should
     have had the house to themselves until morning, but they didn’t count
     on the sheriff forgetting an important file and having to return home
     to retrieve it.
They’d been fucking for a few weeks before they were caught.  They should have
had the house to themselves until morning, but they didn’t count on the sheriff
forgetting an important file and having to return home to retrieve it.  They
were in the living room; Derek was seated on the armchair and Stiles was in his
lap in a reverse cowboy.  Derek was balls deep in Stiles who was, very
enthusiastically, working himself up and down on Derek’s cock.  They weren’t
expecting anyone, so Derek didn’t bother to keep an ear out for anyone
approaching the house…or for the sheriff’s keys in the door.  In fact the man
stood there watching for several seconds before his bellow of, “What the fuck
is this?!” alerted the couple that they were no longer alone.
            Derek grasped at Stiles’ hips and held him still, but other than
that the duo was too shell shocked to react.  They were stuck in an awkward
silence staring at each other, unsure of what to say or do until Stiles
squeaked, “It’s not what it looks like?”
            John just held up his hand silencing any further attempt at
explanation.  He pulled his phone from his pocket, dialed and waited.  “Yeah
it’s me, something came up at home and I’m gonna be a little longer than
expected.  Hold down the fort until I can make it back.”
            The moment he was finished the call Derek started, “John—”
            “Shut your mouth Derek!”  His voice was hard as he began pacing
back and forth in front of them. 
            John’s hands were on his gun belt and it was making Derek very
nervous.  Yes, he was the alpha and Stiles was his human beta, but here at
home… Stiles was basically his brother.  John was the dominant force in the
home and Derek deferred to him like he would a father, like he would his
alpha.  John was the alpha alpha and Derek could see why he would be so upset. 
He didn’t want to lose what he had built with him—with them, “Sheriff if you’d
just—”
            John rounded on him eyes blazing brilliant blue, “I said shut.
Your. Mouth,” he growled.  “This is my home and you will refer to me properly!”
            Derek thought he could see the anger rolling off of him in waves,
but then John’s scent hit him.  It practically bowled him over and he couldn’t
help the low growl that went through him, “Yes…daddy,” Derek said in a low
submissive tone.
            The corner of John’s mouth quirked ever so slightly, “That’s
better,” he said as he reached for the buckle of his gun belt and began undoing
it.
            Stiles, who was still impaled on Derek’s still hard cock, turned to
look at Derek and then his father, confusion written all over his face.
            “What gave you the right to put your cock into your brother, young
man?” he asked as he placed his gun belt over the back of the sofa and reached
for his shirt buttons.
            “I don’t—daddy I’m sorry.  Are you going to punish me?”
            “You bet your sweet little ass I’m gonna punish you.”
            Derek purred and suddenly everything made sense to Stiles, “Oh, no
fucking way!”
            “What was that young man?”
            “Uh, nothing, daddy.  I’m sorry!  Are…are you going to punish me
too?”
            John smirked down at his boy, “Oh yeah,” he murmured.  “But first,
Derek, finish fucking your brother.  Show me how you make him come.”
            “Yes daddy,” Derek said, tightened his grip on Stiles’ hips and
began thrusting up into him.
            “Oh fuck Derek!” Stiles moaned and fell back against Derek’s chest.
            John sat on the coffee table in front of them.  He continued
unbuttoning his shirt as he watched Derek fuck Stiles.  He leaned forward and
pushed Stiles’ knees apart, spreading his legs until they were resting over the
arms of the chair, and giving him a better view of Derek’s slick cock as it
glided in and out of Stiles’ stretched hole.  He watched, mouth watering at the
sight of Stiles’ cock bobbing up and down with the rough force of Derek’s
thrusts.
            “That’s it,” John murmured as he slipped his shirt off of his arms
and reached for his undershirt, “Make him come.”
            John knew how wrong it was to want his boys the way he did—and
let’s be real, Derek became his the moment he broke down at the station all
those months ago.  He knew it was wrong and he had fought it—for years where
Stiles was concerned.  With Derek thrown into the mix, John believed he would
go insane with thoughts of the two of them naked in his bed.  He had made a
valiant effort and probably could have maintained control if it hadn’t been for
tonight.  Now, after seeing Derek’s dick pounding into Stiles’ ass, John
couldn’t hold himself back anymore.
            Derek’s eyes were drawn to John; each piece of clothing he removed
was a silent promise of what was to come.  He increased his speed, wanting to
make his daddy happy.  If he made his brother come hard enough, maybe daddy
would give him his cock as a reward punishment.
            “Oh fuck I’m gonna come!”  Stiles cried.
            John looked on as long pale fingers wrapped around a red, swollen
cock and stroked until it spurted milky white ropes of come all along his
belly.  He watched as Derek’s eyes flashed red just before he came pumping his
come deep into Stiles’ ass.
            “That’s good,” John praised Stiles, petting his head lovingly. 
“You came so pretty on your brother’s cock.  Such a good boy,” he murmured as
his hand caressed Stiles’ sweat slicked cheek.  His thumb brushed over the
swollen bottom lip and he groaned when his boy’s lips spread enough to suck the
digit inside.  “Shit!” John whispered before pulling his thumb free, grasping
Stiles by the back of his neck, and manhandling him off of Derek’s lap. 
            Both boys grunted when Derek’s cock was unceremoniously dislodged
from Stiles’ hole.  He pushed Stiles until he was leaning over the arm of the
couch, face down, and ass up.  He took his first two fingers and ran them over
his balls, which were coated with the come that was dribbling from his abused
hole.  “So much come,” John murmured as he scooped it up and began pushing it
back inside Stiles’ gaping hole.  He shoved his fingers inside, plugging him up
and nearly going dizzy from the hot, wet feel of him.  “Clench up baby boy,”
John instructed.
            Stiles did his best to squeeze around John’s fingers.  When he
pulled a pleasured moan from daddy, he knew he had done right.  He had always
thought he was sick for being attracted to his father the way he was.  He
thought maybe it was punishment for being such a bad kid—or that maybe he was
such a bad kid as a way to distance himself from his father.  But he had Derek,
and now daddy?!  This was like a wet dream come true.  He didn’t know what he
had done to deserve it, or if maybe he was hallucinating the whole thing;
either way he was going to enjoy it while he could.
            “Such a good boy for daddy,” John said as he pumped his fingers a
few times.  He was going to enjoy fucking his tight ass, but for now, “Keep
yourself closed.  Don’t let any of your brother’s come drip out,” he ordered as
he pulled his fingers out and moved toward Derek. 
            Derek perked up when he saw that he had his daddy’s full attention.
            “And what am I gonna do with you?” John asked when he stopped in
front of the naked young man.
            “I—”
            “Shhh,” John quieted him with the same fingers he had just had
inside of Stiles’ ass.  Derek didn’t hesitate to open his mouth and suck the
fingers inside.  He moaned at the taste of his, Stiles’ and John’s scents all
mixed together.  “You think you’re gonna get off that easy?” John asked
harshly, pulling his fingers from Derek’s sucking mouth.
            “No, daddy—”
            “Over the arm of the chair, now!” John commanded.
            Derek quickly scrambled into place and it was all he could do to
keep the wolf at bay when he felt the first strike of John’s heavy hand on his
eager ass.  “You’ve been a very bad boy Derek,” John teased as he brought his
hand down over Derek’s skin in quick succession.  He gave a very good
spanking.  John’s hand never hit the same place twice in a row; his strikes
moved around, spreading out the punishing blows until Derek’s ass and the tops
of his thighs were bright red and shining.  Derek cried out in ecstasy wanting
it to stop and wanting more both at once.  When it did stop, he groaned in
displeasure.  “Are you sorry, Derek?”
            “Y-yes daddy.”
            “Then show daddy how sorry you are,” he said as he pushed his pants
and briefs down to expose his hard and dripping cock.
            Derek scrambled to his knees moaning at the sight and smell of the
thick cock in front of him.  He turned his eyes up to John, asking permission
and whimpered happily when daddy gave a small nod.  Derek wet his lips before
opening wide and swallowing him down all at once. 
            When John’s dick hit the back of Derek’s throat he let out a
surprised cry, but quickly regained control of himself.  He placed a firm hand
on the back of Derek’s head and held him in place, murmuring praises as his boy
swallowed around him.  He pulled back roughly and grinned when Derek coughed
and sputtered.  “Show daddy how well you can take his cock,” John urged,
pushing his dick between Derek’s lips.
            Derek pulled out every trick he had learned over the years.  He
drove his tongue into the slit drinking up the salty precome.  His teeth
dragged gently up the length of the shaft.  Derek looked up at his daddy; the
green-gold of his irises swallowed up by his pupils, and began sucking on just
the head while his hands stroked the shaft and fondled the heavy balls
beneath.  Derek then took his cock all the way down to the root, holding it
there for several seconds and swallowing, making his throat contract around the
head.
            It was too much for John who grabbed Derek by the hair and just
fucked himself into the boy’s mouth.  He was a little rough and graceless, but
he knew Derek could handle it.  Hell, the boy whimpered and opened wider as if
he couldn’t get enough.
            “I’m gonna come,” John moaned.  “I don’t want you to spill a drop,”
he said looking down at Derek who had tears, spit and precome smeared across
his cheeks and chin.  “I want you to share with your brother.  Understand?”
            Derek nodded as much as he could with John forcefully fucking into
his mouth.  Then he closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel, sound and
smell, wanting to commit it all to memory.  He didn’t know if he would get this
again, and he wanted to remember it always.
            And then John was coming with a groan that emanated from deep in
his chest.  Derek swallowed down the first streams before remembering what his
daddy had instructed.  He held the rest in his mouth and prayed that he didn’t
lose any—he wanted to show daddy that he could do as he was told.
            After fucking his way through the most delicious orgasm, John
gently dragged his still hard cock from Derek’s mouth.  He watched on as a
string of come stretched between the boy’s lips and his cockhead until it
finally broke and dribbled down Derek’s chin.  “Go share that with your
brother.”
            Stiles had been watching everything from his perch on the couch; he
was still doing his best to keep Derek’s come inside him.  It was hard because
all he had wanted to do was get on his knees beside Derek and take his turn
sucking daddy’s cock.  Holding on to Derek’s come was quickly forgotten when
the man himself moved in front of him and engaged him in a come-filled kiss. 
It was like heaven tasting daddy’s spunk on Derek’s tongue.  He couldn’t get
enough, and licked into Derek’s mouth, drinking up all that he could.
            John moved to them, placing a hand on the back of each of their
heads, “My beautiful boys,” he murmured.  He spent a few minutes kissing and
touching the boys, watching them bite at one another’s mouths before moving
away to clean himself up and redressed for work.  He instructed them to make
sure Stiles’ homework was done, they fed one another, were cleaned up and in
bed by the time his shift was over.
                                      ***
            It turned out that Derek and Stiles had nothing to worry about;
daddy loved touching and fucking his boys.  His favorite way was having both
boys naked and face down on his bed.  First they had to work each other open
while daddy watched.  He would sit in his chair and give instruction and praise
as each of his boys worked up to four fingers in their brother’s ass.  His plan
was to one day work them up to fisting, but there was time for that yet.
            Once both of their holes were wet and gaping, and the boys’ cocks
were red and drooling precome onto the sheets, daddy took over.  He directed
them to lie down flat on their stomachs, heads facing each other so that he
could see their tongues tangle together.  They each had to spread their cheeks
and hold themselves open for him.  He needed to see their exposed, glistening
holes while he stroked and slicked up his cock. 
            He teased them with whose turn it was to go first.  Both boys would
whine and insist that it was their turn even though John always knew.  He liked
listening to his boys beg for his cock.  John would climb onto the bed and
slide his cock into the ass of whoever’s turn it was to go first.  Tonight it
was Stiles’ and he begged so prettily, “Oh please daddy, please!  I need it
daddy.”  And he cried out in relief when John pushed in to the hilt.  John gave
a few slow, torturous thrusts before, “Fuck me daddy!  Fuck me please!”
            John leaned down onto his fists and drove his cock into Stiles’
tight ass, hard and fast.  He pushed his face into the middle of theirs and
licked at each of their mouths, “Lemme see you kiss you brother,” he whispered
as he pulled away and groaned when they immediately complied.  “Fuck,” he
grunted when Derek bit at Stiles’ plump bottom lip.  He pushed in once more,
hard and deep and held there for a few seconds before retreating.
            And the whining and begging began anew.  Stiles didn’t want his
turn to be over, and Derek pleaded, “Please daddy, it’s my turn.  I need your
cock!”
            “Shhhh,” he hushed, even though he wanted to hear their begging and
whimpers, “Daddy is gonna take care of both of his boys.”
            John moved to Derek, and gave him the same treatment as Stiles.  He
pushed fully inside, smooth and slow at first, and then he leaned down and
drilled into him.  “Yes, daddy, yes!  Fuck me harder!” Derek growled.
            And it went on like that, John pulling his dick from Derek’s hole
and shoving it into Stiles’ waiting one.  He pumped down into Stiles roughly a
few times and the moved to Derek and fucked into him more.  They each got equal
turns in succession.  John was so completely turned on from switching his dick
from one ass to the other, back and forth.  Watching how their red, puffy holes
strained to stay open for him, aching for him to be back inside.
            Before long he moved between them, ready to come.  “Hold yourselves
open for me,” he grunted as he stroked himself to completion, shooting ropes of
come into first Stiles’ and then Derek’s waiting hole.  After working himself
though his orgasm, John sat back on his heels and looked at the mess he had
made of his boys.  It was fucking gorgeous and made him wish he was ten years
younger so he could get hard again now and paint their asses with more of his
spunk.  Instead he used his fingers to push as much of his seed as he could
into their greedy holes.  “My boys take daddy’s cock so well,” he murmured. 
“Your hungry little asses eat up my come so nicely.”
            He placed gently bites on each of their cheeks before changing
positions again.  John laid on his back and his boys got to their knees on
either side of him.  “Jack yourselves off; show daddy how pretty you come.”
            John’s eyes moved between them as they stroked their hard cocks,
groaning and egging each other on, “C’mon Stiles, give your come to daddy,”
Derek urged.
            “Don’t come without me Der,” Stiles pleaded.
            They almost always came together, crying and shooting their loads
all over each other and daddy’s chest.  Derek leaned forward and captured
Stiles’ mouth as they continued stroking themselves, working through their
orgasms and pulling every last drop of come from their throbbing dicks.
            When they were empty, they each laid on one of daddy’s shoulders
and let him pet them until they fell asleep.  “That’s my good boys.  You make
daddy so proud,” John murmured happily.
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