#xfillthevoid

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Scott knew how hard Stiles had been working. The focus, unusual on Stiles, was really endearing and he knew how badly his best friend turned lover really wanted this for his future. But he deserved a break. And Scott was starting to get blue balls. He'd been wearing a thin pair of cotton shorts that his half-hard cock has been obvious in all day. There were even several different stains where he'd been trying to get Stiles' attention throughout the day already without any luck.

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Life was full of surprises - especially for a timelord, who lived so many. Kai had first come under Hunter's radar as a case, and at the time the bounty hunter had no idea how much the vampire would come to mean to him. Hubter was cocky, sure, and he presented an image like a stud, but deep down he needed control - he needed a firm hand to put him in his rightful place. If those fucks from Gallifrey could see him now, they'd strip him of his regenerations.

He still worked as a bounty hunter, in a way. Still captured fugitives. But he never went too far, and he usually did it at the request of his boyfriend. People who'd pissed him off, or even just meals. Not today, though. Today was special. "Kai," he called, opening the door to their shared apartment - he had an apartment now, Tardis long surrendered to his boyfriend - and crossing the threshold. He had a bag with takeout in his hands, and closed the door with his foot. "I'm back, love."

college had been a nice distraction from the chaos that the supernatural brought. but leaving beacon hills was for the best, leaving his legacy behind to a new pack that he knew would end up doing alright without him. but scott was always a phone call away if they needed him. he loved the university though, and he loved the fact that he got a chance to room with isaac, even though it had been a true distraction rooming with him. even now, when he saw him walking into their room and he was completely wet from the rain outside.

for @xfillthevoid​ who sent: [SQUEEZE ♡]

This definitely had to be a dream. There was no way this was Stiles’s life right now - currently in his dorm room with the Spider-Man. His favourite superhero, the guy he had multiple posters of in this very dorm (that admittedly kind of made it look like a shrine right now). Not only that but said hero encouraging him to touch him, to feel him. But that’s exactly what was happening as Stiles’s fingers traced over the suit - mapping out his chest, his arms and trailing down his entire body. Practically worshiping his body.

“Holy shit this is...definitely a dream. I’m gonna be so pissed if my alarm goes off right now” Stiles murmured. Pink lips parted, his fingers moving lower and lower - heart racing as he slid down past the masked hero’s waist and dared to be bold enough to squeeze the hero’s bulge. His eyes darting back up to that masked face. “I’ve got about a thousand questions about why you’re here right now, like the real Spider-Man. Holy shit...”

[ TOUCH ]:         while touching the receiver’s waist, the sender’s hand briefly dips beneath the hem of their shirt, skimming briefly across the bare skin of their waist.

@xfillthevoid

The windows were coated in a layer of condensation from inside the car and surrounded by fog from without. They'd been trying to make good time on their way home from the roadtrip that they'd taken up to the Pacific Northwest. It had been a great vacation for them both. Lots of nature and good food and plenty of sex. But the weather turned on the last day. There were fog advisories all over the west coast. They hoped to beat them, but the fog gradually rolled in, so thick that you couldn't see farther than a foot in front of you without getting lost. They decided to pull over and let the fog pass, getting comfortable since there was no telling how long it might last.

They climbed into the back and snuggled up, munching on their snacks before falling asleep together. It was hard to know who started things. Was Stiles conscious when he tried to get into a better position and rubbed that perky ass of his against Scott's crotch? Was Scott fully conscious when his hand dropped down to squeeze Stiles' junk and pull him even closer? Stiles was definitely at least starting to wake up when he murmured Scott's name and pulled down his pants, baring his pale ass and pressing back into Scott.

And Scott was definitely awake when he unzipped his pants and slotted his morning -- was it morning? Had they slept that long? -- wood between his best friend and lover's cheeks.

[ HUSH ]:         while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.

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