When Three's Company

Teasing

Stiles pulled Damon towards the front door their lips not separating. As Stiles stepped through the doorway Damon pulled back.

"What's wrong?" Stiles slurred a bit. He'd had a good bit to drink.

"You don't want to-"

"No, no, I definitely do." Damon cut in. Stiles was sexy and willing and Damon couldn't say no.

"Then get in here, come on." Stiles tugged on Damon's hand.

Damon grinned as he stepped through the threshold. He quickly reconnected their lips allowing Stiles to drag him to what Damon presumed was Stiles' room.

Stiles kicked the door closed as he started undoing Damon's pants. He had been teasing Stiles all night and he couldn't take it anymore.

Damon grinned at Stiles before lifting his shirt over his head while he kicked his pants away.

Stiles pressed his lips back to Damon's. Damon ran his hands along the bare skin of Stiles' back and down to his hips. He squeezed gently.

Stiles let out a frustrated moan before eagerly pulling Damon's shirt over his head causing them to pull away from the kiss briefly.

"Fuck, Stiles, you're so-"

Before he could finish, Stiles had reconnected their lips.

Damon undid Stiles pants agonizingly slow.

Stiles slid his hand down the front of Damon's boxers rubbing his growing erection.

Damon moaned into Stiles mouth before shoving his pants down.

Stiles stepped out of them pressing Damon towards the bed.

Damon slid a hand in the back of Stiles boxers gripping his ass and fingering around Stiles' hole.

Stiles let out a moan gripping Damon's shoulder harshly.

"Someone's eager." Damon smirked.

"Because someone is a fucking tease." Stiles growled.

Damon slid his other hand in Stiles boxers gripping both ass cheeks and spreading them slightly.

Stiles bit his lip as he forced Damon's boxers down.

"Damon." Stiles whined when he removed his hands.

"Patience baby." Damon purred dropping to his knees pulling Stiles' boxers down with him.

"You're teasing." Stiles pouted.

Damon placed gentle kisses along Stiles' thigh. He ran his hands up the back of Stiles' legs stopping just under his butt cheeks.

Stiles squirmed impatiently as Damon teased him.

"Damnit, Damon, stop teasing." Stiles growled, his cock leaking, desperate for contact.

"Bed." Damon ordered.

Stiles climbed on the bed on his hands and knees.

Damon spread Stiles' ass before burrying his face in it.

Stiles let out a satisfied moan as his head dropped and his back arched.

Damon lapped at the pink skin before pressing his tongue in.

"Fuck." Stiles whined.

Damon pulled back and caressed the hole with his thumb.

"Lube?"

"Drawer." Stiles said pointing to his nightstand.

Damon retrieved the bottle quickly and slicked up his fingers. He pressed one finger in gently earning a moan from Stiles.

"Fuck, your hot." Damon bit his lip as he pressed in another finger.

Stiles squirmed a bit at the discomfort but didn't object.

As Damon pressed in and back out Stiles started to rock back on his fingers.

"More." Stiles whined.

Damon obliged pressing in a third. He worked his fingers being careful not to hit Stiles' sweet spot.

"Damon, fuck me already." Stiles growled needing more.

"Gladly." Damon smiled slicking up his dick. He pressed into Stiles slowly.

"Mmmmmm." Stiles arched his back more.

Damon pulled out and slid back in slowly gently pressing Stiles' prostate.

"Oh, fuck, yes." Stiles yelped in pleasure.

"Yes, more, please." Stiles begged.

Damon didn't realize how worked up he was. But now inside Stiles, he knew if Stiles kept rocking back into him and whimpering for more, he wouldn't last.

"Hmmmm, fuck." Damon purred as he picked up the pace.

"Ooh, yes, more, harder, faster, please." Stiles whined again.

His whines drove Damon crazy. He loved hearing him beg for more.

"D-Damon." Stiles mewled desperate for him to go faster.

That did it. Hearing Stiles' gorgeous lips whine his name was all he needed. He gripped Stiles' hips harshly, pounding into him relentlessly.

"Fuck, fuck, yes, yes, uh, uh." Stiles' whines got higher in pitch the harder Damon thrust.

"Fuck, baby." Damon gripped Stiles' harder.

"Oh, fuck, Damon!" Stiles yelled as he came hard.

"Hearing his name once again did him in. He spilled into Stiles, digging his fingers into Stiles' hips. That would surely bruise.

*AN*
Drunken Stamon sex!