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Characters: Isaac, Stiles, Greenberg
Date/Time: Sometime after 8pm
Setting: Stiles' room
Summary: Isaac is overprotective and really doesn't like the way the Greenberg thinks he can tackle Stiles and get away with it.
Rating: TBD
Status: Open to Stiles
Warnings: TBD

He hadn't meant for it to get out of hand. He had only meant to talk to him, make sure he understood that fucking with Stiles was a really bad move. But Greenberg just didn't know when to shut his mouth and before Isaac knew what had happened, the other boy had been lying on his side, a bloody nose and split lip and some pretty spectacular bruising forming.

In his panic, Isaac had bolted, taken off out the door with every intention of heading back to Stiles' place. He did however make sure to tell someone that Greenberg had been beaten up. It wouldn't be long until word got out that he was the attacker, but he wanted to be the one to tell his mate. He needed to be the one.

He didn't bother with the front door, choosing instead to scale the house and slip in through the open window.

"Stiles." A pause. "Stiles, I didn't mean it."

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"Yeah well pack or not, you guys can't be a leather gang forever." Stiles made a mental note to talk to Derek about it--while pack was important, there had to be a way they could all get an eductation and still stick together. It shouldn't be so hard with all the schools in the area. Besides, Isaac was his mate, and he got some say, he thought.

Letting out a breath, he let a hand snake up to tangle in those ridiculous curls, returning the kiss slowly. "Mmm...I don't care. I should make you pay for your little flub with Greenburg but..." He grinned, letting his teeth rake over Isaac's lower lip. "I'm also injured, and appreciate the defense of my honor." A small joke. Shifting his body, Stiles let his free hand grip at the other teen's hip, thumb rolling over the bone. "Your choice, sweetheart."

"Stiles, you gotta understand that it isn't that simple. Leaving the pack is like leaving my family." Though he knew that if Stiles moved away for college, he would more than likely follow. Stiles was his mate and Isaac couldn't imagine being away from him for more than a day, let alone weeks at a time.

"Greenburg deserved what he got." And Isaac wouldn't hesitate to do it again if it came down to it. He didn't say that though. "Think you're up to topping?"

"I know that, Isaac." Stiles sighed, hand shifting to cup the other teen's face, thumb running along his cheek. "But it's not leaving--family loves and supports one another." Being around them constantly, without having bits of life outside wasn't good. Yeah, Stiles may not be a full fledged pack member, but he gets it, still. "It's not like you wouldn't come right back."

"Mmm..." He shifted his hips up playfully, grinning. "Yeah, as long as you stay on top." That wouldn't pull at his ribs as much as 'topping from the top' would. Pushing himself up slightly, Stiles nuzzled his lips against Isaac's. "Besides, I like to see you riding."

"It's complicated, Stiles. And I don't want to talk about it right now. I want to focus on you." He pulls Stiles forward to press his lips to Stiles', keeping the kiss gentle.

Grinning, Isaac carefully moves to straddle Stiles' lap, reaching down to undo the human's jeans and shove them down his hips. "I can do that."

"We're going to have to talk about it later, though." Stiles sighed, but allowed Isaac to kiss him, dropping the subject for now. He wasn't going to ruin the mood, and he figured that they'd be stuck having phone conversations exclusively outside of school for a bit.

Which would not be good for his own libido. Smiling back at the other teen, he shifted his hips upward, helping Isaac get his jeans off. His own long fingers started to work on Isaac's, his hand palming at his through the material, rubbing teasingly. "Good."

"Later." Much later, if Isaac had his way. He just didn't want to talk about it.

After getting Stiles' pants off, Isaac focuses on getting his own off. Once naked, Isaac moves so he can reach for the draw containing lube and condoms. He drops them on the bed beside his mate before moving to straddle Stiles once again.

"Someone a bit excited?" Stiles laughed lightly, pushing himself up on one forearm, his other hand moving to skate down Isaac's chest, loving the way the heat pressed into his hand. Running a long finger down the other teen's cock, he finally took it in hand, stroking slowly. It had taken him a while, but he was pretty sure he had lost most of his awkwardness, when it came to sex. Yeah, he could be mouthy, but he was pretty sure Isaac liked that.

"You have no idea how fucking good you look."

"May have to go without this for a while. Wanna enjoy it before that happens. Dunno how long I'll have to wait to have you like this again."

Isaac leans into the touch, breath coming out in pants when Stiles' hand curls around his kick and his hips twitch forward into the grip and he gasps. "Stiles, I want you. So bad."

"...I won't disagree with that." Stiles squeezed Isaac's dick gently, knowing how his own breathing was picking up. "...Want you too." He had his other free hand rummage for the lube, finally grabbing at it with a couple fingers.

Popping open the top, he slicked two of his fingers, giving the other teen a heady grin. "Shift up for me?" The positioning was awkward for foreplay--his fingers not having a good angle to press into the werewolf.

Isaac shifts up onto his knees, leaning forward over Stiles to give him easier access to his entrance. He moves until it's as easy as possible for Stiles to reach, knowing that leaning forward isn't recommended with the boy's injuries.

"Please, Stiles. Want you in me."

"...fuck." Stiles practically felt his own dick jump at Isaac's words--kid was blunt as he was, sometimes....and it was hot. Leaning up to kiss the other teen, he reached his fingers back to circle at his entrance, slowly pushing on finger into Isaac, working it in slowly, making sure that the werewolf was comfortable before adding another.

Isaac is panting above him, and he barely kisses back, mouth open against Stiles' as he gasps as that finger enters him and he pushes back against it, impaling himself further. "C'mon, Stiles, another, please."

"Shit...needy." Stiles growled the words out softly, adding in another finger, pumping both of them into Isaac, curling them just slightly, trying to stroke against his prostate. He shifted his other hand to his own cock, pulling it in absent strokes, too busy focusing on Isaac to really care about himself at the moment. "...love it."

"Only for you. Always needy for you." Isaac lets out a whine, back arching when Stiles hits his prostate and his legs tremble. He leans forward to press his forehead against Stiles' neck. "Fuck, ready for you."

"Mmm...okay, okay baby." Stiles smoothed a hand through his hair gently as he pulled his fingers out, moving to grip at his hip. "Come on...gotta help me." His ribs were too hurt for him to do much shifting right now. He wanted this, as frustrating as it was not to be at full strength to help out.

Isaac has to fight back a whimper when Stiles pulls his fingers free and he shuffles forwards on his knees to position himself over the other male's cock. Taking Stiles in hand, he holds him against his own entrance and starts lowering himself onto him. "Oh my god. Stiles."

"Fuck--" Stiles gripped at Isaac's hips, holding him still as he slowly rocked his hips upward, toes digging into the bed spread as he forced himself to go nice and easy. "You feel so good." Always so fucking tight, perfect.

When Stiles thrusts up to meet him, Isaac's back arches and he groans out loud. He stops only briefly when he's fully seated, before pulling back up and rolling his hips back down. "Fuck, Stiles..."

"That is what you're doing..." Stiles let out a breathless laugh, squeezing the werewolf's hips as he dragged him back down, pushing his hips up into that tight heat hard. Arching his head back into the pillow, Stiles tried to keep breathing, not to completely lose it so early on, but damn, it felt good.

Isaac whines, hands dropping down to rest on Stiles' on his hips, grinding down against him and trying to take him deeper. "Stiles, oh god." He shifts so that Stiles brushes over that spot and sparks burst behind his eye lids and up his spine and he groans loudly.

Stiles let out a slight frustrated sound as he tried to push up to change the angle, only to feel his muscles and ribs protest violently. So instead he gave up, having to let Isaac take the reigns completely. "Gonna..hng...make this up to you, next time." He breathed out hard, a free hand moving to encircle Isaac's cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.

Issac whimpers, but it's not from pleasure as the scent of Stiles' pain fills his nose and he stops moving for a moment, despite the urge to just keep going. "Are you sure you're okay? We can, we can stop if it's too much." He really didn't want to, not when he could feel himself getting close. But it wasn't worth hurting his mate for his own pleasure.

"No no--it's fine. Just don't stop, baby, please." Stiles whined, rolling his hips up slightly, bucking into Isaac, as he ran his thumb along the slit of his cock.

It didn't hurt that bad, and he could heal later. No way he was going to miss out on this, right now.

"Okay. Okay. I won't stop." He wasn't sure he could at that point, even if Stiles wanted him to. He chokes out a gasp as Stiles' cock brushes over that spot inside of him just as he thumbs the slit of Isaac's own and he tightens all his muscles around the boy beneath him, trying to drag him closer to his orgasm.

"Good--fuck--" Stiles groaned, his breath coming out in harsh pants as Isaac squeezed around him. He could already feel his body getting close, that warm heat pooling at his core, that tell-tale tightening in his muscles. He wanted to drag his lover over, first. Pumping his hand in time with his thrusts, Stiles tried to hit that spot in Isaac each time, his free hand holding the werewolf in place, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises that would never stay. "Come on, baby--come for me..."

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