thisdiscontentedwinter:

This is a short piece written for the @fandomcares auction. 

Thank you so much to @notvirginawoolf for bidding. She asked for manipulative Peter, and hurt Stiles. I hope this is what you were after!

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Summary: Peter gets his sweet boy a present.

Warnings: Nothing graphic, but NSFW for language. Implied violence. 

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The guy in the bar is
not Peter’s type. Too square-headed. Too stocky. Too blond. He’s up for it
though. Peter smells the arousal rolling off him as his gaze travels down Peter
from head to toe, and then moves slowly back up again. Peter smirks, and
gestures for the bartender. He buys the guy a drink, because that’s how the
game is played.

“Tell
me,” Peter says twenty minutes later in the parking lot, his voice a low growl
in the guy’s ear as he nips at his lobe. Faint hints of sweat and cordite. “Have
you ever had a threesome?”

The
sudden spike in the guy’s arousal tastes like copper on his tongue.

“Because
I’ve got a sweet boy in my hotel room who loves to get fucked,” Peter purrs,
pressing his erection against the guy’s thigh. “Eighteen years old, eyes like
amber, and the prettiest mouth you ever saw. He sucks dick like he was born to
do it.”

“Yeah?”
the guy rumbles.

“Tightest
ass I ever fucked,” Peter murmurs. “But I left him open and dripping with cum
before I came out tonight. Wrecked him on my cock until he couldn’t even scream
my name anymore. Want to see?”

The
guy almost stumbles in his eagerness to get to Peter’s car.

The
hotel is one of Portland’s finest. Peter could never bring himself to stay in
anything less than four stars. And this one is definitely five. The rooms are
private, spacious, and filled with luxuries. The tubs are big enough to fuck in
for hours. Peter has tested that theory multiple times over the week he’s been
here.

He
opens the door with the keycard.

The
lighting in the room is soft. There is a balcony that looks out over the city.
It’s a lovely view, but the blond’s gaze is drawn elsewhere: to the boy in
Peter’s bed.

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