Just Like Flappy Bird (1510 words) by gryvon
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd/Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Additional Tags: Threesome – M/M/M, Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Voyeurism, Dirty Talk
Stiles thinks that being the only bottom in a threesome is kind of like playing flappy bird: It’s a little scary at first, but once you take that first pipe, it’s good.
Erica lands heavily on an equally dingy armchair. Stiles can feel her eyes on them. “I think you should get in on that.”
At first Stiles isn’t sure who she’s talking to until Boyd asks “Derek?”
Derek pulls away for a second, leaving Stiles hard and gasping for air. He nods. Stiles is confused for a moment until Boyd settles beside them on the couch. Then Boyd is cupping Stiles’s face and leaning in. Boyd’s lips are rough. They cover Stiles’s mouth and coax him into opening up, into letting Boyd’s tongue in his mouth. Derek shifts beneath him, his hardness obvious where it pokes into Stiles’s leg. Derek grips Stiles’s hips hard and grinds up into him, making him moan into Boyd’s mouth.
“You should fuck him, right there on the couch,” Erica says, her voice floating in from the nebulous space that is anywhere not on the couch.
It’s all Stiles can do to focus on the hands on him. Derek’s hands slide from Stiles’s hips to the button on his jeans, opening Stiles’s fly so that he can shove his hands down the back of Stiles’s pants, gripping his ass tight in a way that makes Stiles moan. Boyd’s hand is in Stiles’s hair, holding his head. If he had more hair, Boyd would probably be pulling it.