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Stiles loved coming home, he loved it not only because it was where he could relax and enjoy himself, but also because home was where his favorite foot stool was. As odd as it may sound, having something to kick back and relax with his feet up was such a nice luxury to have. Toeing out of his shoes, he moves further into the home where he sits on his armchair and kicks his feet back on to the foot stool.
Closing his eyes, he tilts his head back lets out a hum.
He rests there for a moment before lifting opening his eyes and taking in the sight of Derek on his hands and knees, doing what he can to keep Stiles’ feet firmly planted on top of his back.
Stiles grins as the werewolf shifts under the weight of Stiles’ feet, making sure to keep them rested on his hips, so he won't injure himself…just as Stiles had always instructed.
“You look magnificent like this,” Stiles hums to himself as he snaps his fingers, conjuring a drink in his hand.
“Thank you, Sir,” Derek replies, only to flinch and gasp as Stiles reaches into his pocket and produces a remote, on which he presses a button, increasing the vibrations of the anal plug that is wedged inside the older man.
Smiling, Stiles moves his foot and positions it against the obvious bulge in the man’s jockstrap. Humming, he tilts his foot causing it to further brush against the man’s covered cock.
“Such a pretty cock,” Stiles grins.
“Th-thank you, sir,” Derek groans as he readjusts the placement of his hands to stabilize himself.
Grinning, Stiles replaces his foot on Derek’s back and grabs the remote to watch television, turning his attention completely away from his foot stool.
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An hour and a half passes before Stiles finally pulls his feet off Derek's back and stands from his chair. “Come on,” he commands as he walks towards the stairs, knowing full well that Derek will follow him.
Entering their bedroom, Stiles points Derek to the foot of the bed before he removes his clothes, until he stands in nothing but his boxers. Turing to face the werewolf, he smiles as he approaches the man, bending at the waist, he pulls his mate in for a kiss before pulling away.
He retrieves three sets of cuffs to then take Derek’s left wrist and secures it to the footboard. By the end of it, Derek’s arms are spread out at and restrained to the bars of the bed while his ankles are cuffed together with his legs spread wide.
Crouching in front of the alpha, Stiles grins as he runs his hand down the man’s chest all the way to his tented crotch. His eyes dart upward to meet Derek’s as the werewolf bites his bottom lip, muffling the whimper that threatens to escape from him.
Chuckling, Stiles pulls the front of the jockstrap down and traps it underneaths the man’s balls.
He hums as he takes in the sight of the already weeping cock that is red with neglect that hangs between his mate’s legs. “Such a beautiful cock,” he grins as he drags his finger along the flesh, causing Derek to shiver.
“Pl…please, sir,” Derek whines only to gasp as Stiles smack his cock. Not enough to cause immense pain, but enough to grab his attention.
“You take what I give you,” Stiles says, his tone even and measured, sending shivers of anticipation through Derek’s body. “Now. I'm going to enjoy myself by edging you until you can do nothing but beg to come, and if you are a good boy, I just might let you, color?”
“Green,” Derek breathes.
“Good boy,” Stiles nods as he rises to stand and moves to their shared dresser where he grabs a bottle of lubricant. Returning to Derek, he slicks up his hand and gently takes Derek’s cock into his hand, relishing the whimper that escapes the werewolf.
“God, I love having you like this,” Stiles rambles. “Cuffed, plugged and completely at my mercy… It's so fucking beautiful.”
Derek whines as he thrusts into Stiles’s hand, seeking pleasure.
Stiles grins and continues to run his hand up and down the man’s length.
Having been with Derek for quite some time, he has grown used to seeing the way Derek twitches and his eyes scrunch up as his orgasm builds just before he comes. Because of this knowledge, he is able to pull his hand away just before the werewolf’s cock releases his spend.
“Fuck!” Derek shouts as he curls forward and grits his teeth as his orgasm recedes.
Smiling, Stiles runs his hands through Derek’s hair. “So close,” he whispers. “But I'm not done having fun with you yet, what’s your color?”
“G-green, sir,” Derek says through his huffs of breath.
“Good boy,” Stiles nods.
Once the alpha is calmed down, he once again takes the man into his hand, rolling his balls and dragging his nail along the head of his cock, just the way Derek likes, knowing that it will drive the werewolf crazy with desperation.
“P…please, Sir,” Derek whimpers.
“Only on the second round and already you are begging,” Stiles tsks. “You must be desperate.”
“Please,” his mate cries. “I… I need it!”
“No you don't,” Stiles shakes his head. “You want it,” he grins. “And I'll give you what you want, I promise, but only when I'm done having fun,” he chuckles, earning a small whine from Derek as the werewolf pulls at his restraints before slumping and surrendering himself to his fate.
Stiles watches the other man, he knows that the man could break out of the cuffs at any point if he wanted to and strip his cock until the flesh was raw, but both he and Derek knew that he wouldn't, he loved obeying Stiles, loved being nothing but a toy, a source for Stiles’ pleasure and amusement.
Because of this knowledge, Stiles tsks and shakes his head as he squeezes the man’s cock, causing him to gasp.
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Stiles works the man’s cock over and over again, until the footboard rattles as Derek does his best to remain obedient and in control, fighting the urge to snap the cuffs and finish himself off, purely out of the will to not disappoint Stiles. He wants to be good for the spark, wants to show that he can obey and behave, because of this, he forces himself to remain restrained. Though he does allow himself to raise his gaze and lock his tear filled eyes with the other man.
“Pl…please,” he sobs in desperation. “Please…let me…let me come, it hurts, Sir,” he begs.
Smiling, Stiles reaches out and cups Derek’s chin gently and brings their lips together as he once again takes Derek’s sensitive and aching cock in his hand, swallowing down the other man’s whimper as he dominates the werewolf’s mouth.
Finally, he pulls away and rises to his feet, momentarily ignoring the whine from his mate. Fishing out his cock, he strokes himself to completion. Having grown achingly hard over the stretch of time of edging Derek, it isn't long before he covers the alpha’s face with his spend. Smiling, he crouches down and takes Derek’s manhood back in his and nods to the alpha.
“Come.”
The werewolf roars as he paints the floor and Stiles’ hand with his seed.
Brining his hand to his mouth, Stiles uses his tongue to clean the mess on his palm before standing to grab tissues that he uses to clean the floor with. Once he is done with that, he uncuffs Derek and helps the wobbly legged werewolf onto the bed where he cradles the man in his arms.
“You did so good for me, such a good mate, such a good boy,” he whispers.
“Th-thank you, Sir,” Derek replies breathlessly.
“How are you feeling?” the spark asks.
“Go-good,” the alpha replies. “Light, floaty.” he replies.
Stiles hums with a smile. “I'm happy,” he nods. “Now get some sleep, baby,” he murmurs.
“Yes, Sir,” Derek yawns as he closes his eyes, somehow managing to shuffle closer to Stiles as he quickly tumbles into a peaceful and satisfied slumber.
Grinning, Stiles rubs his hand up and down Derek's back for a few moments before he too is lulled to sleep.