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Manly Lizard Fingering (Stackson)

Guys, once again. Prompts are not generated by me, haha

"Oh, God. Please don't scratch me." Stiles pants, tugging Jackson's coat off as he feels sharp pinpricks against his skin. Those better be from human finger nails, and seeing that he's not flopping down on the floor it has to be human nails. Jackson scoffs against his skin, his mouth hot against his throat as Stiles feels him rutting his cock against his bare thigh, and Stiles moans pulls him into a kiss. They shouldn't be doing this, not here in Stiles' dad's house, and not when they have to meet the rest of the pack in less than an hour. But Stiles can't be bothered with it now, not when Jackson's warm hands are gripping his ass just right.

"I want to fuck you." Jackson says, licking up Stiles' collarbone. Stiles huffs out a laugh as he tugs off Jackson's stupid name brand t shirt that Stiles has a thousand of that cost three times as less. Jackson's hips haven't stopped moving, he's set up a steady rutting pace against Stiles' thighs, and slowly making the pale skin pink. "I did not stop by here earlier for nothing." Jackson says, slapping Stiles' ass roughly.

Stiles moans, it's bitten off, and he glares without heat at the other man. "And here I thought it was because you missed me." Stiles says, looking at him while he finally gets his hand on Jackson's dick. Jackson inhales sharply, Stiles grins at him, and he bucks into Stiles' hand freely as they stay crowded against the door in Stiles' old room.

"No. I missed your ass." Jackson says, getting a laugh from Stiles. "And your mouth, but not the words that come out of it." Jackson says, and Stiles bites his shoulder roughly in retaliation. "Fuck, I really missed your ass." Jackson whines, running his fingers over Stiles' hole. Stiles moans, his fingers are dry but it feels amazing anyways, and he looks at him. Stiles gives him a hard look when Jackson pulls away from him, it's just to lube but Stiles is still offended that his hands aren't on his ass, and he watches as Jackson digs through his bedside table.

"In the third draw, dude. Let's go. No time for this shit." Stiles says, shucking off the rest of his clothes. When Jackson returns to him, his fingers are shiny with lube, and Stiles kicks his leg up on Jackson's forearm. Stiles shuts his eyes when cold, wet fingers push into him. It burns in the best way, and Jackson's touches are always tentative. It doesn't matter that Stiles was the one to show him what he liked, and he definitely liked Jackson's fingers. "Fuck." Stiles moans, his fingers are becoming more sure as Stiles moans more and more.

"I don't have time to fuck you." Jackson groans, leaning forward to lick into Stiles' mouth when looks up at him. Stiles hums as he sucks on his tongue, fucking himself down on Jackson's fingers, and he grabs his own cock to jack himself off while Jackson keeps fingering him. "You better make it up to me later." Jackson says, a vague sounding threat that Stiles is more than happy to comply with later. Even if it means he's going to walk into the pack meeting with a slight limp since Jackson is fucking him harder with thicker fingers than his.

"Fuck yes." Stiles says, moaning as he comes over his stomach in thick, hot spurts. "Your arm is green." Stiles points out, seeing scales showing up on Jackson's arm. "Lizard man." Stiles sighs, fondly as he smears his come onto the scales on Jackson's arm.

Jackson is understandably unappreciative.