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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Scott_McCall/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Scott_McCall, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Barebacking, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Top!Stiles,
      Bottom!Scott
  Series:
      Part 13 of Prompts,_Pleadings_and_Prezzies,_Oh_My!
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-21 Words: 829
****** What He Needs ******
by Virago77_(PriPri)
Summary
     Self-Prompt: In a relationship between Scott and Stiles I could
     totally see Stiles being a power top and Scott loving every minute of
     Stiles pounding into him.
Notes
     This was a tumblr self-prompt. I made this nswf_gif to go with the
     fic.
     Thanks to no-sign-of-the-city-lights for proofing!!
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                                What He Needs 
People could make the assumption because of Stiles’ ADHD, clumsiness, and
affinity for finding himself in trouble, that Scott was the leader of the two.
 And people would be wrong.  Stiles was and would always be the brains in their
relationship.  And though he was lanky and lithe, rather than solid and
muscular, thanks to his father, Stiles knew how to handle himself in any
physical situation.
It was Stiles who was the kingpin, the mastermind behind every enterprise the
boys involved themselves in.  And for as often as they found themselves on the
wrong side of the adults of Beacon Hills, Stiles more frequently concocted
plans to avoid being caught.  Scott liked it this way.  Stiles was the
architect behind their adventures; he especially enjoyed it when Stiles
initiated the added intimacy between them.
Since meeting in junior high, they had been everything to one another.  They
were each other’s first best friend, first confidants, and first kiss.  And
once they got past the first kiss, it was pretty much all systems go from
there.  Scott helped Stiles figure out that he was attracted to both girls and
boys.  Stiles helped Scott figure out that, while he was only physically
attracted to girls, Scott enjoyed anything as long as it was Stiles doing it
with him—to him.
Sex was just another thing Scott added to the list of ‘things that are better
with Stiles’.  He never quite got the hang of (or enjoyment from) giving blow
jobs, but bottoming was no problem.  Bottoming was his favorite thing.  Scott
never felt so good as when Stiles was topping him.
This time they were at Scott’s house after school and they were both so
desperate for it that they hadn’t even made it past the living room.  Stiles
had Scott on the couch on his back.  Scott’s thighs were pushed up to his
chest, his ass in the air and Stiles was sliding his hard cock in and out of
his tight hole.
Scott’s briefs were still on, bunched up at his knees and he bit on them to
quiet his moans as Stiles slammed into him, hitting his prostate every few
thrusts.  It was so good being filled up, being pounding into rough and raw. 
He was whimpering around the spit-soaked material in his mouth.
Stiles reached for the black cotton and yanked it from between Scott’s teeth,
“Wanna hear you,” he rasped and ground his pelvis against Scott’s ass, pressing
in deep.
“Fu-uck!” was Scott’s broken response.
Stiles gave him a lascivious grin and began rocking into him, making sure to
push against his prostate continuously.
Scott whimpered and whined, “Fuck!” and “Oh God!” and “Fuck me!”
Stiles’ grin deepened as he began thrusting faster.  He stretched out his legs
and maneuvered himself onto the balls of his feet.  Stiles pushed Scott’s legs
further into his chest and used the leverage to pound down into him.
Scott’s cries became louder and higher pitched, “Stiles!   Stiles!  Fuck me! 
Oh God, fuck me!”
Stiles’ hands moved to take hold of Scott’s ankles and shoved them back toward
the arm of the couch.  He rotated his hips teasingly and Scott sobbed and
begged to be fucked harder, deeper.  Stiles had no problem complying.  He
looked between them and watched Scott’s red, stretched hole clench and spasm as
he pulled out completely. He paused, and then shoved back in.
Scott’s “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” became more desperate.  He squeezed his eyes shut
and tried to push his ass up to meet Stiles’ frantic thrusts. 
“Touch yourself.  I wanna see you shoot all over yourself.”
“Shit!” Scott was straining into his own hand as it wrapped around his rock
hard dick and began pumping fast and erratic.  “I’m gonna come Stiles!” he
moaned.
“C’mon baby, come for me,” Stile encouraged.  Scott loved it when Stiles talked
in bed. Though he talked almost non-stop normally, during sex Stiles wasn’t
exactly quiet, but he didn’t talk to fill the silence, he spoke with a singular
focus; only one purpose.  He verbalized every dirty fantasy he had about
Scott.  He shared everything he planned to do to his hot, writhing body.  He
egged Scott on with his words, made him hot, made him come.
“Fuckmefuckmefuckme!  Ohhhh!” he moaned and began shooting long spurts of white
across his stomach and chest, his cheek and mouth.
Stiles shifted to his knees, leaned over Scott and rocked into him fast and
hard until he came with a groan.  He ground against Scott’s ass, coming inside
him, making him wet and messy.
Afterwards they kissed for ages.  Scott loved kissing Stiles’ full, pouty
lips.  They would murmur praises and promises.  Scott would always, always tell
Stiles how much he loved the way Stiles fucked him.  He had never wanted it
from anyone else, but with Stiles he needed the fast hard pounding in his ass. 
Stiles was always more than willing to give Scott what he needed.
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