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totallynotrobin) wrote2014-05-30 03:42 pm
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Sex Therapist AU
Stiles is sure this was a terrible idea. Absolutely terrible. He's shaking as he sits, waiting, in the man's office. After everything that happened...he can't do this. He should leave. No - he isn leaving. He's going to walk out that door and -
But Stiles is frozen by fear. His nails are digging into his palm, jaw clenched. Move. Get up. Get out before he shows up. I'm sorry, Dr. Hale, I couldn't make it. Yeah. Sounds plausible.
It was a Wrong Place, Wrong Time type of thing. Actually, it was the Wrong Drink. Worst part was, it wasn't even meant for him. But when the guy figured out he'd roofie'd the wrong kid, well - might as well get something out of it, right? And for some sick reason, that made him feel worse, that he wasn't the intended target. That he was some kind of second class, even for a sick fuck like that. From there, it was all downhill.
So he's stuck in that chair, dreading the moment his new therapist opened the door.
But Stiles is frozen by fear. His nails are digging into his palm, jaw clenched. Move. Get up. Get out before he shows up. I'm sorry, Dr. Hale, I couldn't make it. Yeah. Sounds plausible.
It was a Wrong Place, Wrong Time type of thing. Actually, it was the Wrong Drink. Worst part was, it wasn't even meant for him. But when the guy figured out he'd roofie'd the wrong kid, well - might as well get something out of it, right? And for some sick reason, that made him feel worse, that he wasn't the intended target. That he was some kind of second class, even for a sick fuck like that. From there, it was all downhill.
So he's stuck in that chair, dreading the moment his new therapist opened the door.
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"How are you - nngh - worse?" Stiles pants softly, rolling his hips lightly into Peter's hand.
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"I take advantage of you. I know your weakness, I know what to give you to... make you whole. And that gives me power over you." Peter speaks, brushing the head with his thumb.
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"Maybe I like it." Stiles moans softly. "Maybe I want you to...take advantage of me."
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"You are good." Stiles moans happily, bucking into his grip. "So good..."
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"Mmhm," Stiles moans, tilting his head back. "I love it...."
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Stiles flushes shyly, pumping up into Peter's hand. "I - you're so good to me."
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"You don't listen do you?" Peter chuckled with a little short on breath.
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"Not at all," Stiles teases back softly, kissing Peter warmly.
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"Give me your hand." he breathes then. "You should finish it." he smirks.
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Stiles flushes happily, sliding his hand into Peter's, allowing the therapist to guide him.
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"Come on, do it for me. Finish it." he whispers into the boy's ear.
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Stiles shivers pleasantly, threading his fingers with Peter's as he jacks himself to completion. "Peter - !"
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"Yes, Stiles, good boy." he smirks and catches everything Stiles has to offer, while helping him with his other hand.
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Stiles mewls softly, relaxing bonelessly in Peter's arms, cuddling eagerly into his chest. God, that feels warm and cared for and he doesn't want to let go.
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Peter cleans Stiles up and tucks him back inside his pants, zipping him up too. Well, he definitely stepped over many lines with this.
"So, was it good?" he asks quietly, amused.
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"Incredible." Stiles sighs contently, drawing his fingers over Peter's arm. "Can I do anhthing for you?"
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"Well, as a matter of fact..." Peter starts, tracing a path on Stiles' jaw with his lips. "I'm going to let you go home now. And I want you to think of me tonight and all the things you want me to do to you. And who knows, maybe I'll grant you some of them."
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Stiles flushes softly and nods, tipping his head back. That, he can absolutely do. "Yes, Peter. I-I will."
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"Good." Peter smiles. "And don't forget your homework. I'm still your therapist after all." he whispers.
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"You really helped me today." Stiles hums quietly, reluctantly getting up from his comfortable position.
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"I wish it weren't so long," Stiles sighs, sounding disappointed, but clearly he's happier than he was when he walked in. Maybe it's wrong, maybe it's twisted, but it makes him feel so much better.
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