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works/1163920.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      BDSM, Dom/sub, Bondage, Paddling, Kink_Negotiation, Safewords
  Series:
      Part 26 of Lady_O'Neill's_Fandom_Stocking_Fills
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-02-01 Words: 731
****** The Paddle Swings ******
by ladyoneill
Summary
     It started just as kinky sex but it's becoming something both of them
     need.
Notes
     Written for Fandom Stocking 2013 for lilpocketninja. Underage Stiles
     is implied. Dom Peter.
Peter's always methodical, never seeming to be on the edge of losing control.
From the moment he walks into the apartment, Stiles is nearly vibrating out of
his skin, but Peter is calm. While Stiles pants and shivers, Peter's voice
remains clear, his hands steady.
Only in the end does the wolf lose his composure, does sweat bead on his
forehead and chest, does he shake as he comes in or on Stiles' shuddering,
damp, bruised body.
It's all negotiated. Even though he's young, Stiles isn't stupid. He's not
about to enter into a kinky relationship with a sociopathic werewolf without
some safeguards.
But, he also knows that Peter could break his word at any time. Could ignore
Stiles' safe word, could hurt him past the point of pleasure.
It shouldn't add to his want, but it does. The thought of Peter breaking him
should send Stiles running in fear, but it only drives him closer. For months
he worried that made him sick and twisted, but since they began this
relationship, he's come to accept his needs. It helps that Peter is so
comfortable with his own.
Tonight Stiles is naked, his pale body already dotted with perspiration as he
lifts trembling arms to the supports of the St. Andrew's Cross. Fully dressed
in designer shirt and pants, but his feet bare, Peter uses soft leather straps
to afix Stiles' wrists over his head. They'll leave bruises which is what he
wants tonight. Sometimes they use silk because he wants the bondage but not the
pain it can cause.
Peter always lets him choose that much. Everything after being tied down is up
to the wolf--though only things negotiated at the beginning of their
relationship. Stiles agreed to beatings, even whippings that cut into his skin
and make him bleed--he has a thing for his own blood--claws and teeth, toys,
orgasm denial or delay, blindfolds, and, of course, sex. He vetoed nipple and
cock and ball torture, needles, and anything in his mouth but Peter's dick.
After a couple months, Stiles has become both more limber and stronger, so he's
not surprised when Peter lifts one leg after the other and secures his ankles
next to his wrists. His weight pulls on his shoulders, but he can take it for
about twenty minutes. Long enough to be spanked or fucked. His ass, curved
upwards, is at the perfect height for both.
Stiles watches Peter move around his play room--the bedroom with its luxurious,
soft queen sized bed is for aftercare, which the wolf is surprisingly good at
and willing to do. The first time, Stiles was pretty sure he'd just get kicked
out after getting beaten and fucked, but Peter's not a novice to this.
And he's not insane anymore.
Over the last few weeks, Stiles has come to realize that Peter needs this as
much as Stiles does. While the older man was genuinely surprised when Stiles
broached the subject, he didn't hesitate, but, still the younger man thought he
was the one being needy and that Peter was playing him or just adding this to
his long game.
But, no, this is real. What they have growing between them, which started as
just kinky sex, is real for both of them.
"Where are you?" Peter muses and Stiles jerks his attention back to the room
and the wolf.
At the sight of the studded paddle, his eyes widen and he licks his suddenly
dry lips. He won't be sitting easily for the next couple of days.
"Stiles?" the wolf's voice is cool, sharp, and Stiles swallows hard.
"Here. Here, Peter. With you."
"Use your safe word to tell me if you need to get down before I'm ready to let
you down."
It's a trust between them that Stiles will say his father's title, sheriff,
when he needs to, that the young man has learned his limits.
And, also, despite that always present niggle of fear that Peter will ignore
him, that the wolf knows his limits as well. That fear is fading with every
session and Stiles is beginning to understand that Peter knows if he truly
hurts him, he'll lose him.
And maybe the wolf doesn't want that.
"Yes, Peter."
A hand cups his chin, lips press to his, and then Peter steps back and to the
side.
The paddle swings.
End
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