Sapphire's Shorts | 2022/2023

A Touch of Mischief [Steter]

Stiles's hands had been drawing people in for a long time. The way they moved and how expressive they were made people drool. How long the fingers are and how perfect they'd look wrapped around...Well it was obvious people had fantasies about all the mischief they could get up to with such mouthwatering digits.

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Peter Hale frequented the sex club from time to time whenever he found himself bored beyond belief. He didn't expect to see it so busy though. There seemed to be a line near the far wall leading to a set of double doors. The doors were shiny and obsidian black, made from wood he guessed but that still didn't give much of an explanation as to what was behind them. "Excuse me?" he said to a girl serving drinks.

She quirked a brow. "Yes, Mr. Hale?"

He gestured to the door. "What has all of their panties in a twist?"

The girl smirked. "It's the new playroom, sir. That and it's a new guy. No one knows who he is."

"How is that possible?"

"Well, his identity is being kept a secret from everyone, even the owner himself."

"Really?" Peter exclaimed. That was a surprise. Peter knew the owner and how particular she was. It was a wonder just who had managed to get in without giving their identity. Perhaps someone on the inside paved the way.

"Really. It's a shame though."

"What is?"

She shrugged and glanced to the left when a table of rowdy business men whistled for her. "The guy is new, and all anyone gets to see are his hands."

Peter snorted at the utter ridiculousness as she walked away but nevertheless he found himself curious. He downed his drink and figured why the hell not as he got in line.

Less than fifteen minutes later the doors opened but to Peter's surprise he was led in first. The room was shadowed except for a red tinted black light that gave the space an eerie but sensual vibe. There were couches, a bed, a mirror and more as was standard in most playrooms. What was standard though was the attraction on the far wall. When Peter's gaze alighted on the far wall, he could see that there were two holes below a glowing sign. He stepped closer to read it. A Touch of Mischief.

Peter was transfixed as two hands slipped through, one in each hole and he couldn't help but walk closer.

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Stiles had said it as a joke but apparently his friends agreed he should do it. So here he was opening his very own playroom in the sex club and tonight his hands would do the pleasing.

He was in the back pacing nervously, when he saw someone standing in line that made his heart stutter. Was that really Hale? Was Hale in his—in Stiles fucking Stilinski's—line? He silenced a soft moan in a pillow and blushed when his pants grew tight. Peter Hale.

Refusing to second guess himself, Stiles got Lydia to let Peter in first and found himself smirking as he took a seat on his side of the wall. Finally he would get his hands on the wolf. His heart clenched a little bit. Yeah. He would get to touch him, even if that's all it would ever be.

Stiles watched the wolf look around the room and then slowly slipped his hands through the holes, wiggling his fingers sensually, knowing how much people loved that. Luckily, Stiles didn't moan again but he did begin licking his lips as the wolf eagerly came to him.