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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Chris_Argent/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Chris_Argent, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_BDSM, Light_Bondage, Rimming, Unsafe_Sex, Age
      Difference, Multiple_Orgasms
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-10-25 Words: 1628
****** Vicinity ******
by starlit_cities
Summary
     Stiles belongs to Chris. They both like it that way.
Notes
     Uh, so I'm terrified to post this. I have never written anything like
     this before in my life, but I couldn't get it out of my head. Any
     comments are greatly appreciated. I have some more planned for this
     'verse if people want to see more.
     Don't hesitate to tell me if you think I should add more tags. I had
     absolutely no idea how to even begin with tagging.
     Title from The Spill Canvas song "My Vicinity." It's gorgeous. Go
     listen to it.
See the end of the work for more notes
Chris loves Stiles when he’s like this. Spread out before him, his hands
secured to the headboard with leather cuffs, his legs splayed wide open, dried
tears on his cheeks just waiting to be wet again. Chris learned the first time
it’s better if Stiles doesn't have the use of his hands. Stiles might have a
refractory period that is only minutes long, but Chris is good on average for
about two a night. And with the propensity that Stiles has for wandering hands,
curious fingers that like to wrap lightly around Chris and a mouth that is
sinful, it’s easier to maintain control this way. There’s also the added bonus
of the perfect way the leather looks against the pale skin of Stiles’ wrists.
Yes, this is his favorite way to have Stiles. Three fingers in him as deep as
he can get, massaging that perfect bundle of nerves and spreading him open.
Chris likes to break him, get him sobbing, make him come over and over until he
can’t possibly give any more. That’s when Chris takes him. Lines himself up and
pushes in slowly. Stiles is always nearly incoherent at this point, near to
passing out. His stomach and chest covered in his come, but his cock is limp
from abuse and his body pliant under Chris’s hands. He likes to see how long he
can last, if maybe he can keep his pace slow enough to fuck one last orgasm out
of Stiles.
Tonight isn't any different. He looks up from where he’s laying between Stiles’
legs. His fingers moving slowly to give him a bit of a reprieve. “Stiles,” he
says, resting his cheek against Stiles’ thigh. “Stiles,” he repeats when
there's no response. “How many is that?”
“Ff...four,” he stutters out, his voice hoarse.
“Hm,” Chris presses a kiss to the head of his cock, licking at the precome that
sticks to his lips, “I think you've got a couple more left in you.”
“No,” Stiles whines. His eyes fly open in horror when he realizes what he’s
said. Chris stops moving his fingers. He pushes himself up with his free hand,
so he’s stretched out over Stiles.
“Did you say no to me?” he asks, voice calm and controlled.
“Yes, but I didn't mean. I meant I don’t.”
“Sh,” Chris soothes, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Is there something you
want?” Stiles is silent for a long time, staring at Chris, brown eyes wide.
“It’s okay to want something. You can ask.” Of course whether he agreed or not
was a completely different matter.
“You. I want you inside me.”
Chris smirks. “See, that wasn't so hard now was it?” He moves back to his
previous position and begins once again to move his fingers in and out of
Stiles, every now and then grazing against that one spot. “I’m already inside
you though, so you can’t mean my fingers. Do you mean this?” And before Stiles
can say anything he licks around his fingers, pushing into Stiles’ hole. Stiles
lets out what could almost be classified as a scream. Chris keeps licking,
pushing in his tongue when he pulls out his fingers and licking a stripe up to
his balls when he pushes back in. It doesn't take long before Stiles is coming
for the fifth time that night. Chris reaches a hand up to wipe away a tear.
When Stiles can mostly breathe again Chris says, “Is that what you wanted?”
“I...I...want you. Your cock,” and he still blushes when he says the word. His
cheeks turning even more red despite the flush already there from all the
exertion.
“Do you think you deserve it? Is there something you need to be rewarded for?”
Stiles lets out a high pitched whine in the back of his throat. It's the noise
he makes when he’s not sure how he’s supposed to answer. Chris is pretty
lenient with him considering he’s still learning. “How about this,” Chris says
and pulls his fingers all the way out. Stiles’ hole tries to keep them inside,
clenching down. He runs a finger around the opening and Stiles whimpers.
Stiles’ cock twitches, trying to get hard again. It’ll be a few more minutes
before that happens. “I’ll give you what you want, but only if you can keep
from coming until I tell you too. Can you do that?” Stiles nods his head
frantically. He’s straining himself to get to Chris’s fingers, which he’s still
circling around his hole, occasionally catching some of the lube that’s leaking
out on his fingers and pushing it back in. “Are you sure? Because if you can’t
I’m going to have to think of some form of punishment.”
“I can do it,” Stiles insists. Chris smiles.
He gets to his knees and moves Stiles’ legs until his own knees are near his
ears. Chris lets’ one leg drop onto his shoulder while he lines himself up and
pushes in. Once he’s bottomed out his hand goes back to Stiles’ thigh to push
his leg up. Stiles is clenching and unclenching around him, trying to arch his
hips to get some kind of movement. Chris lets him, listens to the frustrated
noises Stiles makes in the back of his throat, not daring to tell Chris to
move. When he’s ready he begins to move. He’s slow at first, pulling almost all
the way out before pushing back in. Stiles is a wreck beneath him, head turned
to the side so he can bite at his bicep. He lets out moans and whimpers all of
which Chris drinks in, but he wants more.
He speeds up his thrusts until Stiles has to grip the headboard with his
fingers to keep his head from banging into it. He loves making Stiles scream
until he’s hoarse and his throat his raw, until the sound of Stiles drowns out
the sound of his balls slapping against the boy beneath him. There’s not a
sound from Stiles he doesn't love.
Stiles’ cock is hard again, leaking out precome to mix with all the come on his
stomach. It slaps against his stomach with every thrust from Chris. He can see
where Stiles is starting to bite down on his arm hard enough to leave a mark.
He grabs Stiles’ chin with his hand and turns his head. “Do not mark yourself,”
Chris commands. Stiles whimpers, but obeys. He lets go of Stiles’ legs and they
fall down around him before Stiles finds the strength to wrap them around
Chris’s waist. Chris leans down and runs his tongue along the skin underneath
the silver collar that hangs loose around his neck before giving a sharp bite.
Stiles keens at that arching his back, making his cock rub against Chris's
stomach, drops of precome getting caught in the hairs there. Chris grabs his
hips to get more leverage and pounds into him even harder. He can tell by the
noises Stiles is making and the way he’s digging his teeth into his bottom lip
that he’s close. Chris grabs the base of his cock and squeezes. “Not yet.”
Stiles tries to nod, but it gets lost in all the moans. He moves his hand down
to feel where they meet, the tip of his finger sliding in next to his cock.
“Oh god,” Stiles yells, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Chris
leaves his finger there, slowing down his thrusts and working more of it in
until he’s at the first knuckle.
“Stiles,” he says, “there’s so much I’m going to do to you, so much we haven’t
tried yet. One day you’ll be able to take me and my fingers. And I haven’t even
begun to teach you about stamina. We’ll need a cock ring for that I think
though. Just until you’re good enough on your own. And that’s just the easy
things. There’s so much for me to do to you Stiles and I’m going to. I’ll make
you scream so loud and for so long you won’t be able to talk the next day. I’ll
make you come so hard and so many times that you won’t think it’s possible to
come anymore and then I’ll make you come again until you’re drenched in it.” He
moves his finger and brings his hand up to grab Stiles’ cock, swiping his thumb
over the head before pressing into the slit. Stiles’ legs are shaking around
him, he can see the tremor in his thighs. “Now, Stiles. Come for me now.”
Stiles explodes screaming Chris’s name.
He fucks Stiles through his orgasm, pushing him down into the mattress. He
lasts a few minutes more until he’s filling Stiles up with a groan. When he’s
done he leans down for a kiss, his tongue sweeping into Stiles’ mouth. Stiles
returns the kiss lazily, but that just makes Chris grin. He pulls out of Stiles
slowly before reaching up to undo the cuffs on his wrists. Stiles’ arms flop
down on the bed like dead weight. Chris massages them to get the blood flowing
again. He presses a kiss to each wrist and gets up from the bed.
Stiles watches him with heavy lidded eyes as he pads naked into the master
bathroom. He wets two cloths with warm water and returns. Gently he begins
wiping him down, cleaning his chest, stomach, and ass. The washcloths go in the
hamper and he returns to bed, pulling the covers up over the both of them.
Stiles snuggles into his chest when he pulls him close.
“You’re such a good boy,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
Stiles mumbles something against his chest and clutches Chris tighter.
End Notes
     What I based Stiles' collar off of even though it doesn't look
     exactly like that because Stiles' has a clasp in the back.
     http://www.trocadero.com/lascenltd/items/738971/en1.html
     You can follow me on tumblr at youcanflywendy.
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