Tears of Blood Part II: Last of The Wilds

Ch 11: Disney and Dandelion seeds

Chapter 10: Disney and Dandelion seeds

Key for this chapter:

Thoughts

///Elena///

//Alice//

/Thomas/

/-Jackson-/

Stiles

""Not an Actual Speech or Thought""

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Stiles stared at the sky, huffing utterly put upon, "You cheated", he panted as he turned to stare at Thomas sitting up and against a tree.

"I-I did not", he huffed panting as well.

"That definitely felt like you cheated", he gasped.

"In my defense, you moved before I did", he grumbled.

"I moved left, you practically mirrored the action before I went left, and did that weird Chinese Kung-Fu move and pushed me back. I crashed into a tree Thomas! A tree!!!" he yelled vindictively.

"Yes, the tree groaned when your pudgy ass hit it, poor tree", he sobbed caressing the trunk, "I know, Baby I know", he crooned.

Stiles sat up with a gasp, "You fiend!" he glared, "I have a good ass, I'll have you know my ass is grab able, very bubble butt or so I'm told", he scoffed, "That tree is lucky it had a chance to get all up in this", he waved over his body.

Thomas snorted and then hummed, "Never thought I'd be jealous of a tree", he grinned as he prowled over on all fours and crawled on top of Stiles.

Stiles smirked when two hands sneaked down under his pants and caressed his bottom, pinching the two globes.

"Oi", he mock protested, "Be gentle", he admonished.

"I thought you liked it a bit rough", Thomas leered and lowered his mouth down to his ear, nibbling on the edge of his left lobe.

"Sometimes", Stiles' breath hitched, as Thomas blew a soft whisper of wind into his ear, "A-man like me needs a little bit of—", he gasped as Thomas began to lick into his ear;

"A little bit???" Thomas prompted the sound a coaxing blend of eroticism.

"Huh..." Stiles hummed, and then pulled his bearings back, "Uh...yeah. It's...yeah, we need a bit of t-tender—oh God!!!" he whined as Thomas' hand moved beneath his pants, index finger tracing his rim.

"Tender?" Thomas asked.

"Fuck! Tom!!!" Stiles gasped as the finger—suddenly oily? Wet? Pushed in and the initial burn though painful was nothing compared to the stroking of nerves Thomas was subjecting him to.

"H-How did you f-find—Ah!!!"'

"Magic", Thomas whispered, "Now you were saying?" he asked scratching the bud with each word.

"L-Lo-Oh God!!! Please..." he begged.

"I can't give you what you want if you don't tell me Stiles", Thomas hummed as he nibbled kisses down the column of his throat.