After Scott, who was supposed to be Stiles' best friend starts drifting away after the whole thing with the nogitsune, and then Noah starts ignoring Stiles, then Derek not taking their relationship seriously, he decides to leave Beacon Hills, sendin...
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❝Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go❞ - T.S. Eliot
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Stiles was feeling bold so while he was on the back of Otto's motorcycle, his hand had slide down the male's body and cupped his front. Otto nearly crashed at the sudden touch, he gripped the handles and clenched his jaw behind the helmet. A grin was plastered on Stiles' face the whole way, because he knew the affect he had on them.
As Stiles steps through his apartment door, a hand is on his waist spinning him into a chest.
"Teasing my on the motorcycle, I like the way you play." Otto husks out, his eyes wide behind his glasses with lust.
Stiles grins, he reaches up and grabs ahold of the male's glasses, slowly pulling them off and laying them on the kitchen island.
"What can I say, I'm not really patient." Stiles' hand rests on Otto's chest.
"Neither are we." With that Otto picks him up and before Stiles can react he's being thrown onto his bed.
Looking up with wide eyes, he sees Otto and Arlo standing at the foot of the bed, looking at him with hungry eyes.
Arlo is the first to reach for his shirt and pull it over his head, Otto not far behind him. Otto moves forward and rests his knees on the bed, before he starts to crawl towards Stiles.
Said male bites his bottom lip, when Otto gets closer, his hand comes up and rests on Otto's bare chest. "Mm, so hot." He breaths as he runs his hand sensually runs down the male's chest, feeling his body.
Stiles turns his head when Arlo lays next to him. "I don't know what to look at." He admits.
Arlo grins, he leans down and captures Stiles' lips in a kiss. He feels Otto's hand go under his own shirt, making him shiver at the warm touch. Seeing this, Otto smirks as he moves his hands up, bringing the shirt with him.
Arlo pulls away from Stiles so Otto can take off his shirt. When that's finished, he leans back down and catches the male's lips.
Stiles lets out a sharp breath against Arlo's lips when he feels Otto kiss at his neck before biting. Stiles moans, bucking his lips wanting some type of friction. Just by both men kissing him already has his pants impossibly tight.
Otto grins against Stiles' neck, he bites down a little harder which causes another moan from Stiles. "You sound so good." Otto whispers against his neck before he kisses at the bruise and slowly start to trail kisses down Stiles' body. When he gets to the male's nipple, he slowly wraps his lips around it and bites down.
