[ The constant contact is certainly a plus, falling right back into this as easily as if he'd never really left it in the first place. Bells shifts again, pressing right up against Stiles' side and keeping a firm grip on his pants just in case he needs to tug him or pull him somewhere else. There's a sigh, and he kisses his way straight to his ear, biting at the lobe. ]
That's good. [ Eyes closed, and he tilts his head a little to give him some room. ] Do it again. [ Because Bells is all about making himself feel good. But he's also about making sure his partner is too, and he sucks in a breath, laughing just a little. ]
What kinda stuff do you like? [ Nuzzling down the slope of Stiles' throat, he grins into his skin. ] Besides handcuffs, I mean.
[the slight sting as bells nips at his ear sends a jolt of heat through stiles' body, and his mouth falls open hot and wet against bells' neck. he eagerly repeats the motions at bells' request, sucks on a patch of skin just under his jaw.
he doesn't understand why he isn't doing this sort of thing all the time, it's so good. scott was totally wrong this was the best idea ever.]
Anything, man, I'm easy. [stiles sighs happily, and oh boy is he ever.]
[ A soft grunt at that, and Bells reaches to grab at Stiles' hand, dragging his arms over his head as he moves and presses him down against the mattress. Straddling his hips, he noses his way along his cheek and kisses him again--teasing and slow, hard and a little deeper than any time before. A soft suck at his tongue, and he pins his wrists to the bed. ]
Well. [ And there's a throaty laugh. ] Couldn't get handcuffs on, uh, such short notice. But we can do something else.
[ Since he can get pretty creative, and he leans back to look at him for a second, eyes following the shape of his shoulders and the contours of his chest. Bells settles on the edge of his shirt and lets go of his hand to tug it up, slipping his palms under his back in a sort of caress as he draws the material up and over his head. Along his arms, and he purposefully tangles it around both of his hands, shifting forward to grip them and keep them still. Bells hovers, nose-to-nose with him. ]
[stiles moves easily with bells' prompting, arching his back into the pull on his arms and the pressure on his hips with a pleased little hum. eyes going hooded, mouth slack and wet and wanting after bells pulls away.
he shivers all over as bells starts to pull his shirt up over his head, pale dotted skin going hot and pink all the way down his throat and spilling onto his chest.]
Oh my gooooood. [stiles chokes out, squirming under bells' body at the first twist tight pressure of his shirt being knotted around his wrists and woah, okay yeah. he is totally into this getting tied up thing. that is definitely a something he is into.]
I... m-mouth? [bells' mouth has proved nice enough so far, stiles is willing to admit he wants to see what else it can do.]
[ That he's so responsive is kind of a great thing, more turn on than not, but there seems to be a lot more to this than just some experimental kink with getting tied up. Bells pushes it down, sliding his mouth over his chin and nipping at the underside as he works his way down his throat. He can feel the heat of his skin, using that same hand to push down and hold him still; if he'd really wanted to, he could have made it so he couldn't move at all. That defeats the purpose though, liking the way Stiles feels when he wriggles a little. ]
Yeah. [ A breath, kissing down between his chest. ] Okay, okay--
[ He licks a path as far as he can without letting go of his hands, and then, he spends a considerable amount of time mapping everything with the tip of his tongue. A bit of teeth, scraping at the edge of a nipple, and Bells sucks in a breath. ] Keep those hands right where they are.
[ A grin, and he lets go, immediately going straight for Stiles' jeans to tug at the button and unzip them as he kisses below his navel. ]
[stiles doesn't even think about moving his hands from their position above his head, even without bells ordering him to do so. he shakes and writhes on the bed under bells' body, but his hands never leave their spot.
he moans and whimpers at bells' studious application of tongue and teeth, voice going high and unintelligible at the first spark of pain/pleasure across his nipple. not a place he'd ever considered as part of his own masturbatory experience, but wow was it ever going to join the ranks now.
his cheeks are bright red more from exertion than embarrassment at this point, lips bitten raw by his own teeth, and there's tears beginning to gather at the corners of his eyes as he nods his head and whines long and low at bells' slow and torturous descent.]
[ So maybe he should speed things up, get to it all a little faster. Maybe he should change his mind and slip his hand into his jeans, curl his hand around him and jerk him off nice and quick. It's a good thought, Bells' tongue slipping along flushed skin, but it's not what he wants. He's good at this, has missed this, and it's a perfectly acceptable distraction from all the bad things that have happened.
A low sound of his own, and he looks up the length of the body beneath him to catch Stiles' eyes. He grins, loose and much too pleased. ]
Just relax. [ Which might be easier said than done, but whatever. Bells takes the next part even slower, dragging clothes out of the way to get his hand around his cock and circle the tip with his thumb. His gaze never leaves him as he gives an experimental turn of his wrist, stroking all the way down. ]
[stiles' whole body jerks hard at the first touch of bell's hand to his cock. his hips fall open even further and his toes curl, biting his lip so hard that the skin around it goes white. that only keeps him quiet for so long though.]
[his fingers clench and lock in the shirt wrapped around his hands, spasming and holding tight in a desperate attempt not to get swept away by the sensations.]
[ He actually hadn't planned on it, but there's no point saying it now, curving his fingers around him and giving the slightest squeeze as he strokes up. Bells hasn't even started, not really, and he grabs at a hip to keep Stiles flat against the mattress, licking at his bottom lip a second before shifting enough to press the slightest of kisses against hot flesh.
Loud. This guy is so damn loud, and fuck if he couldn't get really into that.
He doesn't say anything though, instead focusing on adding more of his mouth to what he can of his dick--the head of it, tongue tracing the shape and along its length to meet his hand. Then, it's repeat over and over until he gets bored and presses to actually get him in his mouth. Something tells him it's not going to take much. But he'll still make it the best that he can, and he feels his lips curl a little, a lame attempt at a smile as he swallows him down. ]
[every nerve in stiles' synapses are firing wildly at the first touch of bells' mouth to his cock. he's crying freely now, red bitten mouth and frantic clawing fingers over his head.
he tries to buck his hips up further into the wet tight heat but bell's hold is firm and he gasps and whines, hips ticking minutely instead. he chokes;] I'm--I. C-can I come?
[ There's a slick sound when Bells draws back, hardly thinking to stop even to give him an answer. His fingers continue to stroke him though, thumb sliding around the tip every so often. He's hardly that cruel, to keep him from doing whatever he wants, but the whole asking for permission thing has him wanting to laugh. ]
Yeah. [ There's not a hint of amusement in his voice. ] Yeah, you can come. [ Which only prompts Bells to replace his hand with his mouth and pick up the rhythm again. ]
[every bit of stiles' experience with guys basically comes down to this one moment with beleth. and yeah, he's masturbated plenty of times, to guys even, in more recent days out of curiosity. but no amount of self love can prepare you for someone's mouth around you, the only thing that porn can teach you is that it's kind of rude to come in someone's mouth without warning them first.
so maybe he'd come out sounding a bit silly and childish, but his world is basically breaking apart and forming back around him and he kind of wants to ensure that he can do this thing again maybe b some time, so he asked.
bells' permission is like a wave rushing over his whole body, a live wire running through his bones before he seizes up and comes with a shocked, quiet cry, hips twitching weakly through the aftershocks and face wet and blotchy.
his hands never move from their place above his head.] Oh my god.
[ He'd have picked up on it without a word, but it doesn't really matter when he strains against his hands and comes. Bells has two options, and really, getting messy everywhere isn't exactly something he wants, so he relaxes his throat and swallows. He works him through the aftermath of it, lips and hands, and then, he's drawing back and wiping his mouth against the line of his own arm. There's a grin, crawling back up to look at him. ]
That was all you. [ Teasing, and he tilts his head, glancing at his hands. ] You good? Or do you need me to loosen that up?
[ He wants to kiss him again, maybe press right up against him, but that can wait. He's got plenty of patience when it comes to this sort of thing. ]
[stiles stares gap mouthed and shaking up at bells before slowly, achingly bringing his arms down in front of his chest. he feels strung out and loose limbed, and it's a struggle for him to squirm upright far enough to drape his arms over beleth's head so that his knotted together hands are caught up tight behind his neck.
he uses that position to tug bells down toward him and pressing his soft wet needy mouth against bells', swiping his tongue long and languid across the man's lips before sweetly pressing inside.
the taste of himself from the heat of bells' mouth is an exciting new experience and he moans long and low into beleth's mouth and presses even deeper.]
[ That hint is as good as any, easily opening up to let Stiles kiss him as he wants. It's almost lazy, his own tongue sweeping out to explore what he can before he stretches out and presses right up against him the way he'd thought about. He swallows the moan, just the softest of his own in response as he rolls his hips just a little. Also lazy, no real intent behind it. ]
Guess that means you're good, huh? [ A nudge at his mouth, and Bells kisses slowly along his jaw. ] I kinda like you.
[ Even if they'd literally only had one conversation before this, but Bells isn't particularly picky about that. He's just going to keep talking as he kisses anything he can reach. ]
[stiles smiles almost shyly against bells' cheek, shifting his hips slightly so that his thigh is wedged between bells' legs and bells has a better angle to grind against him. he runs his fingers through bells' hair, tips his head back and just.
lets the man run his mouth all over for a moment before nipping lightly at bells' chin and pulling his hands back his head and sliding them slowly down bells' chest only to pause at his waistband.
he leans back far enough to look him in the eye, chewing anxiously on his lower lip.]
[ Honestly, he wasn't really expecting much in return. He never does, and that leaves out the possibility of ever feeling disappointed. Then again, Bells has a lot more stamina than he knows what to do with most of the time, and it's kind of nice just... being with someone. The warmth between them is good too. So, so good.
There's a quiet little laugh at the question, leaning back to get his hand on one of Stiles' wrists. ]
Hang on. [ Because that'd just get complicated with his shirt still wrapped around him, and he tugs at it until it's loose enough to pull free and toss somewhere on the floor. ] Okay. Go for it. [ He grins, using that same hand to undo the button of his jeans, and that part, at least, is easier than his shirt. Absolutely nothing underneath, so it's not like he'll have trouble getting in there. ]
[the feeling floods back into his hands in a series of pricks and a maddening tingling sensation. he moans softly and flexes his fingers a few times before tentatively creeping toward the open v of bells' pants.
he hesitates for a moment, the tips of his fingers resting just against the metal teeth of his zipper, eyes hooded and mouth slightly gaping.
stiles licks his lips and slips his hand down with a little 'oh' as his fingers curl around hot flesh. his other hand comes up to cup at bells' hip as he slowly grows a bit more confident in his movements and gets a firmer grip, twisting his wrist a little as he strokes up toward the head.
he has plenty of experience with handling dick's, at least. he's got that one in the bag.]
[ When he licks his lips, Bells drops his head down to kiss him, something close to a moan leaving him at the first touch of those fingers. It's been way too long for him, so long he's kind of lost track of it, and that's never a good thing with Bells. But this? Definitely a good thing. And it's been fun, no emotional hang-ups or whatever else that might have come with it before.
Maybe he should feel guilty, but fuck. It's kind of hard feeling anything but pleased when there's a hand around your dick. ]
Yeah, that's good. [ He rolls his hips, a bit more demanding now. ] Just like that. [ They've got plenty of time to get much more creative, but he'll just enjoy this for now. Eyes closed, he breathes encouragement against the side of Stiles' mouth with each little kiss he gives him. ]
[stiles surges into the kiss with a soft, pleased sigh as he slide his thumb over the head of bells' cock, gathering up a smear of precome to help slick the way as he pumps his hand long and firm along his shaft.
he licks hotly into bells' mouth and sucks on his tongue, moaning happily into his mouth and running the thumb of the hand cupping bells' hip across the sharp jut of his hip bone.]
[ The slide of his thumb causes his hips to jerk, and Bells shudders just from the thought of having Stiles do that again, eager to have more. He's enthusiastic about it, at least. He'll give him that. ]
Fuck-- [ It's spit out between grit teeth once he draws back a little for breath, sliding his hand along Stiles' cheek to get his fingers under his head. He needs a little control, something, and he fists his hair, drawing his head back so he can bite at the underside of his chin and lick down to suck at his Adam's apple. Another groan, and Bells rocks into the motion of the his hand, silently asking for more. ]
[stiles rubs his thumb along the head again when bells reacts so well to it, runs a fingernail lightly across the slit, only for his tight and controlled jacking to stutter and jump at the sudden bit of pain as bells pulls at his hair.]
Ohmygod [he whimpers when bells starts to attack his throat with his mouth, and his nails dig into the soft skin of bells' hip and stomach as his own cock begins to perk up a little already at the proceedings.
teenagers, eh bell? his hand picks up a bit of speed and enthusiasm, as he begins to get more comfortable with the motions.]
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[ He'd laugh if he wasn't so distracted, but he can work with that. He can more than work with that. Bells breathes out against wet skin, licking down to his collarbone and sucking again until he's sure a bruise might show up later. Then, he's nosing his way back to Stiles' mouth and gently easing up on his hair. ]
You wanna do something even better?
[ Mostly rhetorical. Because too bad, they're doing it anyway.
Bells slips a hand between them to grip Stiles' wrist, giving it a squeeze as he peels his fingers from him and shifts to straddle his thighs. He feels him getting hard again, and that's even better, thrusting so their cocks slide together. Just once, and he's wrapping both their hands around them, smirk present as he gives an experimental stroke in an effort to find a better rhythm. His breath is a little rougher now. ]
Come on, come on. [ A bit of a whine, and he tries to take it faster. ]
[stiles is nodding eagerly, getting his mouth on any part of bells that he can reach when the man starts to pull his hand away. he makes a tiny noise of disappointment before choking on the sound when bells straddles him and starts to roll his hips.
the hand that isn't wrapped slick and tight around their cocks scrabbles for against his hip for a moment before sliding around to grab at his ass and urge him even closer.]
Yeah, yeah. [stiles whines hard and bites into his bottom lip before thinking better of it and surging forward to suck bells' bottom lip into his mouth instead.
his his buck fast in time with his and bells' jacking. he's still slightly sensitive from bells' mouth earlier, so each twist and grind sends a new frisson of a confusing jumble of over stimulation down his spine that has him whimpering and biting frantically at bells' mouth. ]
[ Somewhere amid the biting and kissing, Bells groans and just lets Stiles do what he wants. His lip stings from the biting, aroused and ready to just push him down against the mattress and fuck against him until there's nothing left in his head but this moment. He licks at his lip and presses into Stiles, bearing down on his mouth until he feels the outline of his teeth against his lips. It's harsh, his breath is harsh, and he just needs-- ]
A little more. C'mon. A little —
[ He doesn't know how long they're like that, how many times their hands move down and up again. Over and over and over. It drives him crazy, makes his whole body shudder, and that Stiles is as responsive as ever... There's a low sound, something deep in his chest, and there's really no time to think, no time to ask for permission. He gives a louder moan, arches his back, and comes between their hands. ]
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That's good. [ Eyes closed, and he tilts his head a little to give him some room. ] Do it again. [ Because Bells is all about making himself feel good. But he's also about making sure his partner is too, and he sucks in a breath, laughing just a little. ]
What kinda stuff do you like? [ Nuzzling down the slope of Stiles' throat, he grins into his skin. ] Besides handcuffs, I mean.
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he doesn't understand why he isn't doing this sort of thing all the time, it's so good. scott was totally wrong this was the best idea ever.]
Anything, man, I'm easy. [stiles sighs happily, and oh boy is he ever.]
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Well. [ And there's a throaty laugh. ] Couldn't get handcuffs on, uh, such short notice. But we can do something else.
[ Since he can get pretty creative, and he leans back to look at him for a second, eyes following the shape of his shoulders and the contours of his chest. Bells settles on the edge of his shirt and lets go of his hand to tug it up, slipping his palms under his back in a sort of caress as he draws the material up and over his head. Along his arms, and he purposefully tangles it around both of his hands, shifting forward to grip them and keep them still. Bells hovers, nose-to-nose with him. ]
Mouth or hand. You pick.
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he shivers all over as bells starts to pull his shirt up over his head, pale dotted skin going hot and pink all the way down his throat and spilling onto his chest.]
Oh my gooooood. [stiles chokes out, squirming under bells' body at the first twist tight pressure of his shirt being knotted around his wrists and woah, okay yeah. he is totally into this getting tied up thing. that is definitely a something he is into.]
I... m-mouth? [bells' mouth has proved nice enough so far, stiles is willing to admit he wants to see what else it can do.]
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Yeah. [ A breath, kissing down between his chest. ] Okay, okay--
[ He licks a path as far as he can without letting go of his hands, and then, he spends a considerable amount of time mapping everything with the tip of his tongue. A bit of teeth, scraping at the edge of a nipple, and Bells sucks in a breath. ] Keep those hands right where they are.
[ A grin, and he lets go, immediately going straight for Stiles' jeans to tug at the button and unzip them as he kisses below his navel. ]
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he moans and whimpers at bells' studious application of tongue and teeth, voice going high and unintelligible at the first spark of pain/pleasure across his nipple. not a place he'd ever considered as part of his own masturbatory experience, but wow was it ever going to join the ranks now.
his cheeks are bright red more from exertion than embarrassment at this point, lips bitten raw by his own teeth, and there's tears beginning to gather at the corners of his eyes as he nods his head and whines long and low at bells' slow and torturous descent.]
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A low sound of his own, and he looks up the length of the body beneath him to catch Stiles' eyes. He grins, loose and much too pleased. ]
Just relax. [ Which might be easier said than done, but whatever. Bells takes the next part even slower, dragging clothes out of the way to get his hand around his cock and circle the tip with his thumb. His gaze never leaves him as he gives an experimental turn of his wrist, stroking all the way down. ]
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Oh god, oh god, don't stop. Please don't sto-aaaahp!
[his fingers clench and lock in the shirt wrapped around his hands, spasming and holding tight in a desperate attempt not to get swept away by the sensations.]
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Loud. This guy is so damn loud, and fuck if he couldn't get really into that.
He doesn't say anything though, instead focusing on adding more of his mouth to what he can of his dick--the head of it, tongue tracing the shape and along its length to meet his hand. Then, it's repeat over and over until he gets bored and presses to actually get him in his mouth. Something tells him it's not going to take much. But he'll still make it the best that he can, and he feels his lips curl a little, a lame attempt at a smile as he swallows him down. ]
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he tries to buck his hips up further into the wet tight heat but bell's hold is firm and he gasps and whines, hips ticking minutely instead. he chokes;] I'm--I. C-can I come?
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Yeah. [ There's not a hint of amusement in his voice. ] Yeah, you can come. [ Which only prompts Bells to replace his hand with his mouth and pick up the rhythm again. ]
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so maybe he'd come out sounding a bit silly and childish, but his world is basically breaking apart and forming back around him and he kind of wants to ensure that he can do this thing again maybe b some time, so he asked.
bells' permission is like a wave rushing over his whole body, a live wire running through his bones before he seizes up and comes with a shocked, quiet cry, hips twitching weakly through the aftershocks and face wet and blotchy.
his hands never move from their place above his head.] Oh my god.
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That was all you. [ Teasing, and he tilts his head, glancing at his hands. ] You good? Or do you need me to loosen that up?
[ He wants to kiss him again, maybe press right up against him, but that can wait. He's got plenty of patience when it comes to this sort of thing. ]
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he uses that position to tug bells down toward him and pressing his soft wet needy mouth against bells', swiping his tongue long and languid across the man's lips before sweetly pressing inside.
the taste of himself from the heat of bells' mouth is an exciting new experience and he moans long and low into beleth's mouth and presses even deeper.]
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Guess that means you're good, huh? [ A nudge at his mouth, and Bells kisses slowly along his jaw. ] I kinda like you.
[ Even if they'd literally only had one conversation before this, but Bells isn't particularly picky about that. He's just going to keep talking as he kisses anything he can reach. ]
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lets the man run his mouth all over for a moment before nipping lightly at bells' chin and pulling his hands back his head and sliding them slowly down bells' chest only to pause at his waistband.
he leans back far enough to look him in the eye, chewing anxiously on his lower lip.]
Can I?
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There's a quiet little laugh at the question, leaning back to get his hand on one of Stiles' wrists. ]
Hang on. [ Because that'd just get complicated with his shirt still wrapped around him, and he tugs at it until it's loose enough to pull free and toss somewhere on the floor. ] Okay. Go for it. [ He grins, using that same hand to undo the button of his jeans, and that part, at least, is easier than his shirt. Absolutely nothing underneath, so it's not like he'll have trouble getting in there. ]
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he hesitates for a moment, the tips of his fingers resting just against the metal teeth of his zipper, eyes hooded and mouth slightly gaping.
stiles licks his lips and slips his hand down with a little 'oh' as his fingers curl around hot flesh. his other hand comes up to cup at bells' hip as he slowly grows a bit more confident in his movements and gets a firmer grip, twisting his wrist a little as he strokes up toward the head.
he has plenty of experience with handling dick's, at least. he's got that one in the bag.]
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Maybe he should feel guilty, but fuck. It's kind of hard feeling anything but pleased when there's a hand around your dick. ]
Yeah, that's good. [ He rolls his hips, a bit more demanding now. ] Just like that. [ They've got plenty of time to get much more creative, but he'll just enjoy this for now. Eyes closed, he breathes encouragement against the side of Stiles' mouth with each little kiss he gives him. ]
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he licks hotly into bells' mouth and sucks on his tongue, moaning happily into his mouth and running the thumb of the hand cupping bells' hip across the sharp jut of his hip bone.]
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Fuck-- [ It's spit out between grit teeth once he draws back a little for breath, sliding his hand along Stiles' cheek to get his fingers under his head. He needs a little control, something, and he fists his hair, drawing his head back so he can bite at the underside of his chin and lick down to suck at his Adam's apple. Another groan, and Bells rocks into the motion of the his hand, silently asking for more. ]
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Ohmygod [he whimpers when bells starts to attack his throat with his mouth, and his nails dig into the soft skin of bells' hip and stomach as his own cock begins to perk up a little already at the proceedings.
teenagers, eh bell? his hand picks up a bit of speed and enthusiasm, as he begins to get more comfortable with the motions.]
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You wanna do something even better?
[ Mostly rhetorical. Because too bad, they're doing it anyway.
Bells slips a hand between them to grip Stiles' wrist, giving it a squeeze as he peels his fingers from him and shifts to straddle his thighs. He feels him getting hard again, and that's even better, thrusting so their cocks slide together. Just once, and he's wrapping both their hands around them, smirk present as he gives an experimental stroke in an effort to find a better rhythm. His breath is a little rougher now. ]
Come on, come on. [ A bit of a whine, and he tries to take it faster. ]
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the hand that isn't wrapped slick and tight around their cocks scrabbles for against his hip for a moment before sliding around to grab at his ass and urge him even closer.]
Yeah, yeah. [stiles whines hard and bites into his bottom lip before thinking better of it and surging forward to suck bells' bottom lip into his mouth instead.
his his buck fast in time with his and bells' jacking. he's still slightly sensitive from bells' mouth earlier, so each twist and grind sends a new frisson of a confusing jumble of over stimulation down his spine that has him whimpering and biting frantically at bells' mouth. ]
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A little more. C'mon. A little —
[ He doesn't know how long they're like that, how many times their hands move down and up again. Over and over and over. It drives him crazy, makes his whole body shudder, and that Stiles is as responsive as ever... There's a low sound, something deep in his chest, and there's really no time to think, no time to ask for permission. He gives a louder moan, arches his back, and comes between their hands. ]
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