Fallen For Him -Sciles Ship.

The Fuck Session Part 2

Stiles was nearly about to release. He just got new seats, so he freaking out. Him reaching back to claw at Scott, his head shaking furiously. This was too much pleasure he could handle honestly. "Fu-Fuck, sake." He moaned out, the words becoming muffled when he shoved his face into the seat.

Scott was getting every taste of the teen. Damn, he tasted good. His attempt of making the boy come wasn't working so he decided to give him a blowjob. Taking his face from the teen's ass, he flipped the paler one around so he was relaxed on his back. Instantly taking his shaft into his member into his mouth, trailing his tounge on both sides. Nibbling, suckling. All to finish him off.

Stiles was enjoying getting eaten out, then he was finally getting through the pleasure coursing his body just to see he was on his back with his member in Scott's mouth. Oh hell yes. His digits flying to the teen's hair, tugging gently. "Fu-Fuck!" He cried out as he came. Such a large load too.

Scott was bobbing his head quite fast, taking in all of Stiles' length just to feel a warm sensation down his throat. He mewled with pleasure and swallowed multiple times before removing his warm brims from the saliva covered shaft, popping his mouth. Licking his lips to get one last taste of the teen before placing his hands under the teen's legs. Flipping them over so his knees were touching the shoulders.

Okay, rimjob, check. Blowjob, check. Now only to get fucked senseless. Feeling the pop off of his member felt great but now he had his knees to his shoulders. This was new. They did doggy position, yeah, that was great. Stiles placed his hands under his knees to hold it up for his best friend.

Scott hummed, taking ahold of his shaft and giving a few strokes before living it up with Stiles' entrance. Before he slid in, he took ahold of his best friend's length and started to pump it so he could get his mind on the pleasure and not on the pain. That's why he chose this position. Now he gave a thrust inward, glancing up to see his face screw and a moan emit. He was good, so he started to thrust. He wasn't gonna pound..
Yet.

Everything was happening so fast for Stiles. First he was humming. Now he was getting his dick jerked. Then he was getting rather gently ass fucked. Did he sense how much pain it was the first time? Oh, hell no. He wanted the rough Alpha he ordered for. Knowing these words would turn him on and signal to fuck him senselessly, he moaned out the words, "Just fuck my numb, Scotty. Fuck me harder than you fucked anyone."

Scott was concentrating on going gentle on the teen until his gaze was flickered up to Stiles. Hearing him moan the worss threw him over the edge. He let out a soft growl, now starting to go faster and rougher. And now the one he did in the locker room. The one where his claws were actually sliding out, cutting the teen's thighs and wherever they touched. His thrusts now slamming into the teen's prostate, his lean hips smacking against his ass, the wolf brought his head down to Stiles', "Is this what you wanted?"