Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, Neckz ‘n Throats AU, Pack Alpha Peter, crossdressing, lingerie, fluff, explicit intercourse, anal, oral [nothing explicit happens in this excerpt!]
Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles
@writersmonth Pride Month Bingo 2026 Prompt: fashion
Summary: Married model Peter and photographer Chris were doing so well resisting the temptation of rising Neckz 'n Throats star Stiles. Until a shoot where Stiles is wearing Alpha-red lingerie.
Peter had never been tested like this before in his life and he didn’t know what he had done to deserve this special brand of torture, to have such stunning temptation put in front of him and be denied to have, be forbidden from sinking his teeth in and claiming.
(Nobody ask his niblings or Betas what he might have done to deserve it; they had an itemized list.)
Before Peter stood Stiles, his newest co-worker and the quickly rising star of Neckz ‘n Throat. That boy alone – with his long neck and long legs, the curve of his ass, his full lips and big doe eyes – was already tempting enough as he was. Yet right now, Stiles was even more stunning than Peter had ever seen him. He was wearing all red – lace panties that left little to the imagination, an intricate garter belt holding up red stockings and to top it all off, a sheen negligee with lace embroidery of roses that matched the panties. A blush had been painted onto his cheeks, making him look flustered and sweet, his long lashes even longer thanks to the mascara.
“Okay, that’s it. I am going back and getting changed, this is clearly not working.”
Peter wasn’t the only one startled by Stiles’ frustrated outburst. Peter’s husband Chris, who was the photographer for this shoot, darted forward to catch Stiles’ wrist and stop him from leaving.
“Hold up,” Chris spoke gently. “What’s not working?”
“This,” Stiles motioned at himself, then at Peter. “When I wore the stupid cowboy outfit, he at least did a bad Western accent and made jokes. This is so bad, he’s not even teasing! He’s just staring at me. I’m not doing this, I knew I looked stupid, I’m getting changed.”
Chris gave a soft, amused huff. “No, that’s not… You have stunned him into silence, doll.”
“Huh,” Stiles frowned and turned to give Peter a narrow-eyed glare. “What?”
“A very rare sight,” Chris nodded, shooting Peter a teasing smirk. “He has no snark or banter, he is too busy drinking in the sight. You look stunning, Stiles.”
“Yeah, right,” Stiles scoffed and crossed his arms. “I look ridiculous.”
His scent soured with frustration and that finally made Peter’s brain kick back in. he darted forward and curled his fingers under Stiles’ chin, tilting his head to make the younger model look at him. Long lashes fluttered and those red-painted lips looked so good pouting like that.
“Radiant, sweetheart,” Peter promised, his voice rough. “You looked absolutely gorgeous. Your legs in those stockings? Endlessly tempting. The way that garter-belt is framing that perfect ass of yours and how the panties are hugging you in all the right places? And that negligee, see-through enough to treat one to what’s underneath, yet letting you look so elegant and sweet. You’re a vision, dear.”
The blush on Stiles’ cheeks became a real one, dark and as tempting as the rest of the boy. A pink tongue darted out to wet his lips. Peter followed the motion completely transfixed.
[read the full fic on AO3!]
