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Dog Sex 101
Teen Wolf, Scott/Stiles, NC-17, 900 words, knotting. Scott becomes an alpha and deals with his changing body.
"So, something's happening to my dick," says Scott.
Stiles doesn't even look up from his laptop. "Dude, we had this conversation in sixth grade. It's called an erection, everyone gets one, there's nothing to be ashamed of. You also have hair down there. Why are we doing this again?"
"Not that," says Scott. "Like--alpha stuff."
Now Stiles turns. "So, now you're an alpha werewolf, you have an alpha dick? Is that what you're telling me?"
"Kind of?" says Scott. "I don't know. It's not like Derek gave me a handy booklet about my changing body. He's still pissed I'm an alpha. It's not like I can just go up to him and be like, hey, what's happening to my penis?"
Stiles considers for a minute. "So is it--bigger?"
"Yeah," says Scott. "And thicker and--I dunno. Weird."
Stiles sighs, as if he is very put upon, and his life is the worst. "Okay, come over here."
"What?" says Scott, warily.
"You gotta show me, bro," says Stiles. "You can't just say my dick is weird now and not back it up with evidence. Dick evidence."
"I guess," Scott agrees, and slides off the bed. He undoes his jeans and shoves them and his boxers down and walks over to Stiles. It's not like Stiles has never seen his dick before, but he probably hasn't seen it since the first erection talk. It's a little weird.
"Wow," says Stiles. "You better not be a grower."
"Like I said, it got bigger," says Scott. "And, like--" he fingers the base of his dick. "There's this, uh--thing."
Stiles leans closer, close enough Scott can feel his breath, which makes him shiver a little. And start to get hard. But he's touching himself, he figures Stiles will understand.
And then Stiles brings his hand up to touch the weird, lumpy skin at the base of Scott's dick.
"Huh," says Stiles. "It's--how much do you know about dog penises?"
"I work in a vet's office!" says Scott, and then pauses. "But, actually, basically nothing. How much do you know about dog penises? Why do you know anything about dog penises?"
"I read wikipedia a lot," says Stiles. He's still stroking Scott's dick, and Scott is still getting harder. "Grower," he says, absently. "Anyway. I think it's a knot."
"A knot?"
"Okay, so dogs? Have these knots on their dicks? Once they're like, in, it swells up, so the female can't get away and has to, uh--" Stiles sort of trails off, licking his lips. He's so close to Scott's dick that Scott almost thinks he can fucking feel his tongue. "She just takes his dick and gets all filled up with spunk," Stiles finishes, voice deeper and hoarser.
Scott glances down and Stiles shifts, getting the pressure of his jeans off his dick. Scott knows that motion.
He brings his hand down into Stiles' hair, longer, easier to grip, and tugs him forward, not enough to really force him, just encourage him. Let him know he can.
And Stiles takes the invitation, opens his mouth and takes Scott in, lets Scott push in until Stiles is gagging on him.
It's maybe the kind of thing they should talk about, but Stiles has his mouth full and Scott is getting his dick sucked, so it's not like it's a particularly good time for a conversation.
Stiles' hand is still around the base of Scott's dick, playing with his--his knot, which is bizarre and painfully hot all at once. Scott tightens his hand in Stiles' hair and he moans, pushing back against it, so Scott squeezes harder, uses his hand to set the pace, fucking Stiles' mouth.
"Dude, when'd you get so good at sucking dick?" he asks. Stiles doesn't answer, but he does smirk. And then Scott has a terrifying thought. "Dude, I'm not gonna, like, knot your mouth, am I?" He can't imagine ever explaining to anyone that his dick got stuck in Stiles' mouth and Stiles choked to death on his jizz. On the bright side, he'd probably die of embarrassment before he could get sent to prison.
"Oh my god," says Stiles, pulling off to laugh. "I can't even get your dick that far in my mouth, no."
"You stopped," says Scott, frowning. "Why did you stop?"
"Because you asked if you were gonna knot my mouth! You can't come in my mouth!"
"You want me to come on your face?" Scott asks. He's not against it, but Allison wasn't into that. Maybe Stiles is.
"I want you to fuck me."
"Wait, already?" asks Scott. "Don't I have to buy you dinner?"
"You bought me dinner last week."
"You forgot your wallet."
"Exactly," says Stiles. "So, you want to?"
Scott looks down at his dick, which is, tragically, not currently getting sucked. On the other hand, sex sounds great, and Stiles is into it, so-- "Yeah, duh," says Scott.
"Okay, but you gonna find some lube," says Stiles, eyeing him warily. "Grower."
"You're into it," says Scott. "You're into giant dicks and dog penises. That's fucked up, dude."
"Shut up or I won't put out," says Stiles.
"Yeah you will," says Scott, flopping down on the bed.
"Yeah, okay," says Stiles. "But I'll jizz on your pillow."
"Okay," says Scott. "Sounds good." And he tugs Stiles down on top of him.
Dog Sex 101
Teen Wolf, Scott/Stiles, NC-17, 900 words, knotting. Scott becomes an alpha and deals with his changing body.
"So, something's happening to my dick," says Scott.
Stiles doesn't even look up from his laptop. "Dude, we had this conversation in sixth grade. It's called an erection, everyone gets one, there's nothing to be ashamed of. You also have hair down there. Why are we doing this again?"
"Not that," says Scott. "Like--alpha stuff."
Now Stiles turns. "So, now you're an alpha werewolf, you have an alpha dick? Is that what you're telling me?"
"Kind of?" says Scott. "I don't know. It's not like Derek gave me a handy booklet about my changing body. He's still pissed I'm an alpha. It's not like I can just go up to him and be like, hey, what's happening to my penis?"
Stiles considers for a minute. "So is it--bigger?"
"Yeah," says Scott. "And thicker and--I dunno. Weird."
Stiles sighs, as if he is very put upon, and his life is the worst. "Okay, come over here."
"What?" says Scott, warily.
"You gotta show me, bro," says Stiles. "You can't just say my dick is weird now and not back it up with evidence. Dick evidence."
"I guess," Scott agrees, and slides off the bed. He undoes his jeans and shoves them and his boxers down and walks over to Stiles. It's not like Stiles has never seen his dick before, but he probably hasn't seen it since the first erection talk. It's a little weird.
"Wow," says Stiles. "You better not be a grower."
"Like I said, it got bigger," says Scott. "And, like--" he fingers the base of his dick. "There's this, uh--thing."
Stiles leans closer, close enough Scott can feel his breath, which makes him shiver a little. And start to get hard. But he's touching himself, he figures Stiles will understand.
And then Stiles brings his hand up to touch the weird, lumpy skin at the base of Scott's dick.
"Huh," says Stiles. "It's--how much do you know about dog penises?"
"I work in a vet's office!" says Scott, and then pauses. "But, actually, basically nothing. How much do you know about dog penises? Why do you know anything about dog penises?"
"I read wikipedia a lot," says Stiles. He's still stroking Scott's dick, and Scott is still getting harder. "Grower," he says, absently. "Anyway. I think it's a knot."
"A knot?"
"Okay, so dogs? Have these knots on their dicks? Once they're like, in, it swells up, so the female can't get away and has to, uh--" Stiles sort of trails off, licking his lips. He's so close to Scott's dick that Scott almost thinks he can fucking feel his tongue. "She just takes his dick and gets all filled up with spunk," Stiles finishes, voice deeper and hoarser.
Scott glances down and Stiles shifts, getting the pressure of his jeans off his dick. Scott knows that motion.
He brings his hand down into Stiles' hair, longer, easier to grip, and tugs him forward, not enough to really force him, just encourage him. Let him know he can.
And Stiles takes the invitation, opens his mouth and takes Scott in, lets Scott push in until Stiles is gagging on him.
It's maybe the kind of thing they should talk about, but Stiles has his mouth full and Scott is getting his dick sucked, so it's not like it's a particularly good time for a conversation.
Stiles' hand is still around the base of Scott's dick, playing with his--his knot, which is bizarre and painfully hot all at once. Scott tightens his hand in Stiles' hair and he moans, pushing back against it, so Scott squeezes harder, uses his hand to set the pace, fucking Stiles' mouth.
"Dude, when'd you get so good at sucking dick?" he asks. Stiles doesn't answer, but he does smirk. And then Scott has a terrifying thought. "Dude, I'm not gonna, like, knot your mouth, am I?" He can't imagine ever explaining to anyone that his dick got stuck in Stiles' mouth and Stiles choked to death on his jizz. On the bright side, he'd probably die of embarrassment before he could get sent to prison.
"Oh my god," says Stiles, pulling off to laugh. "I can't even get your dick that far in my mouth, no."
"You stopped," says Scott, frowning. "Why did you stop?"
"Because you asked if you were gonna knot my mouth! You can't come in my mouth!"
"You want me to come on your face?" Scott asks. He's not against it, but Allison wasn't into that. Maybe Stiles is.
"I want you to fuck me."
"Wait, already?" asks Scott. "Don't I have to buy you dinner?"
"You bought me dinner last week."
"You forgot your wallet."
"Exactly," says Stiles. "So, you want to?"
Scott looks down at his dick, which is, tragically, not currently getting sucked. On the other hand, sex sounds great, and Stiles is into it, so-- "Yeah, duh," says Scott.
"Okay, but you gonna find some lube," says Stiles, eyeing him warily. "Grower."
"You're into it," says Scott. "You're into giant dicks and dog penises. That's fucked up, dude."
"Shut up or I won't put out," says Stiles.
"Yeah you will," says Scott, flopping down on the bed.
"Yeah, okay," says Stiles. "But I'll jizz on your pillow."
"Okay," says Scott. "Sounds good." And he tugs Stiles down on top of him.