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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Liam_Dunbar/Jordan_Parrish
  Character:
      Liam_Dunbar, Jordan_Parrish
  Additional Tags:
      Established_Relationship, Playful_Sex, Rough_Sex, Rough_Kissing, pinning,
      Blow_Jobs, Hand_Jobs, Rutting, Deepthroating, awesome_sex, Hellhound
      Jordan_Parrish, Werewolf_Liam, Age_Difference
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-16 Words: 3409
****** Howl for More ******
by DagReaper_(TyJaxReaper), Roachbugg
Summary
     “You give up, Liam?” the older man teased, his voice seeming maybe a
     tad deeper and Liam just writhed slightly, his knee rubbing up
     against the Hellhound and he felt the shudder run through him again
     at the friction. Looking back up at the hound Liam’s breath hitched,
     having seen the way that Jordan was staring directly at him, barely
     even blinking with a hungry glint in his eye.
     “No,” Liam continued squirming and writhing some, but not as much,
     only to show that he hadn’t submitted completely to the bigger man.
Liam cackled as he quickly rounded the sofa, skipping over the coffee table and
then darting over to the recliner, stopping behind it and immediately turning
towards the Hellhound that had been chasing him, both with wide grins on their
faces, one covered in big patches of water from when they were doing the dishes
and Liam started flicking some at him, the flicking turning to waves and they
were both sort of wet, the Deputy more so since he was the victim in the
situation.
They were laughing and he could see that the man’s hand was wet. He was chasing
him to soak him because Liam had done it purposely. They were messing around
like every other time they were alone together. They tried countering each
other, faking one way and then the other to try and get the other person to go
one way. Liam was still grinning widely, a smile stretching his face.
There was a moment where Jordan looked to be thinking and Liam took the second
to dart away, moving fast, only the Hellhound was faster. He felt the hot hand
wrap around his wrist, grabbing him and holding him tight enough that he
couldn’t lose the grip, but not enough that ti would cut off circulation. There
was a moment where he was spun around, now facing the man who was beaming and
his other wrist was caught so that he was legitimately stuck in the Deputy’s
grip.
He was forced to backpedal, Jordan stepping forward with him moving back and he
felt the couch hit the back of his legs, the Hound angling them so that they
fell across the sofa, Liam hitting the cushions with his arms still held, now
against the sofa beside his head. Parrish was above him, staring down with a
smirk and there was utter silence before Liam let out a chuckle, though it
sounded more like a giggle, he’d deny it if accused.
Liam felt Jordan move his arms, angling them up together so that he could hold
them in one hand, the other bracing beside his head like he was using it to
stay up above him. He squirmed a little, aware that he was now trapped under
him and he just smirked in return to Jordan’s. The man was leaning over him,
their legs a little entangled with one of Liam’s between Parrish’s, so when he
writhed enough that his leg bent up, his knee came up and pressed against the
man’s crotch. He saw and felt the Hound’s body shudder lightly and he glanced
down, seeing the tent that formed in his lounge pants and his eyes widened just
slightly. A simple game of splashing water and chasing turned him on? Or maybe
it was the position they were stuck in hit him fast. Liam really wasn’t
complaining.
“You give up, Liam?” the older man teased, his voice seeming maybe a tad deeper
and Liam just writhed slightly, his knee rubbing up against the Hellhound and
he felt the shudder run through him again at the friction. Looking back up at
the hound Liam’s breath hitched, having seen the way that Jordan was staring
directly at him, barely even blinking with a hungry glint in his eye.
“No,” Liam continued squirming and writhing some, but not as much, only to show
that he hadn’t submitted completely to the bigger man. He knew where this was
going and definitely liked it. He stared up at the Deputy above him, feeling a
spark of heat in the pit of his stomach in anticipation. The hot grip on his
wrists almost felt like a promise of what he was expecting to happen while
pressed against the cushions. Liam hadn’t lost his grin, though it was now a
smirk, his tongue slipping out to lick his lips, Jordan’s eyes flicking to the
motion for a split second.
Liam’s breath hitched further when he felt the Hellhounds free hand reach down
and cup his groin through his pants, the heat flickering through his spine for
a moment before gradually settling again, his heart rate having skipped
slightly. He saw the way Jordan took a breath, deeper than his normal breathing
pattern and he saw the way he glanced down at where his own hand started
pressing against Liam’s growing arousal, sending faint sparks of heat through
him again.
“Stubborn,” Jordan replied to Liam’s earlier disobey of submitting. He watched
as the bigger man shifted, moving them until Parrish was between Liam's legs,
their hips now completely in line. Liam had to bite his own tongue to stop from
making a noise when the Hellhound started rolling his hips against his own,
brushing their shafts through their pants roughly. Parrish knew how he liked
it.
He felt lips pressed against his, teeth immediately biting at his lower one and
Liam writhed again, his spine arching softly at the small of his back up
against Jordan, who continued to roll and rub their hips together, their cocks
caught between them and heating Liam up with the hot shots zapping through him.
The lips on his were warm and moist, damp and heated and he replied vigorously,
kissing and being kissed over and over, making him a little lightheaded.
“Clothes,” he tried to say when they took a breath, his world coming out a bit
muffled and slurred while the heat was still growing from the way Jordan rubbed
against him, rutting and making him squirm harder against him, his legs
shifting involuntarily. He felt the Hellhound shift, climbing to his feet
immediately and pulling Liam to sit up so that they had some space and he could
take a moment to catch his breath.
“Undress,” he heard Parrish say as he started with his shirt. Liam watched,
fixated before actually registering what was said and he immediately climbed to
his feet and started stripping in record time, dropping his pants and throwing
off his shirt before tossing them aside. Underwear was next and then he was
standing there in his naked glory, breath caught, heart rate still fast, but he
was a hundred percent ready for what Parrish could give him.
He saw the man chuckle, probably at his eagerness, eyeing him over as he kicked
off the last piece of clothing that stood between himself and Liam, everything,
both Parrish’s and Liam’s ending up in a pile together a few feet from the
couch.
Soon after, they were back on the couch, Jordan having shoved Liam back against
it. They were lying over each other again, the Hellhound above him and Liam
immediately caught his breath in his throat as he felt the hips rutt against
his while completely naked, skin on skin, heat gathering and mixing between
them.
Liam felt the lips against his again, slightly rougher with teeth biting at his
lower lip and they battled with each others tongue. The skin felt much better
than the fabric and Liam felt hot and hard under Jordan. He was so eager for it
now that his squirming only seemed to heat him up further, Jordan too as his
rutting became harder against his hips.
He tried rolling his hips up as much as he could against Jordan, arching and
squirming for more while kissing back with just as much excitement and licking
into the Hellhounds mouth to taste the hot wetness that was the Jordan Parrish
for the umpteenth time. Liam hooked his legs over the man's hips, trying to get
more while feeling the heat that he gave off. So much hotter than any normal
werewolf could be and it just warmed him up completely, his skin itching with
goosebumps.
When the rutting sent another hot spark up his spine Liam had to stop Jordan
there, raising a hand to his chest to lift him from his own just slightly while
panting. He stared up at the Hellhound, seeing the questioning look on his face
and he took a deep breath.
“Can I-...” Liam glanced down, using his other hand to reach between them and
stroke at Jordan’s shaft, watching as the man sucked in his lip and closed his
eyes for a moment, brow creasing as he seemed to focus on the touch. They took
a moment to just lie there and let Liam touch him, stroking him with his hand,
strong and smooth before Parrish shifted, the man knew what Liam had been
getting at.
He could see that Jordan was panting lightly, letting a breathy groan slip
through his lips as he stroked himself while getting into position, straddling
Liam's shoulders while the werewolf stayed put. The Hound had his hand on his
cock, lowering the head to Liam’s lips. There was nothing said for a moment,
just silence as Liam slipped his tongue out, the very tip flicking against the
head of his dick.
“You want it? You want my cock, puppy?” Liam loved that pet name and stared up
at the man with a hungry glint in his eye, his tongue slipping out further to
lick the underside of the head as Parrish lowered it again. Even the skin of
his shaft was as hot as his body, probably hotter and he loved it. Loved the
feeling he got when the Hound pressed the head against his lips and ran it
across them.
“Please,” he stared up with wide watery puppy eyes, watching as the Deputy
reached a hand down to his face and cradled his jaw before he opened his mouth
with his thumb, letting the head slip between his lips, hot against his tongue
as it was just suckled there for a moment. He knew that Parrish couldn't resist
those puppy eyes of his.
He soon felt Jordan gradually rock his hips, back and forth, back and forth in
slow thrusts, not going too deep until Liam shifted his head forward and a
sign. The thrusts then became more fluid and slightly faster, going only an
inch or two deeper with every few rolls of his hips. Liam loved the burn on his
lips, the heat forcing its way into his throat and thankfully Jordan wasn’t
rough enough that he'd end up choking. He seemed to know Liam's limit before
Liam did.
He took the dick no problem, letting Parrish have control while he just lay
there and taste him on his tongue, saliva covering the shaft and head almost to
the pubes while the hot skin thrusted through his lips and ran along his gums,
tongue and throat, light moans leaving him and resonating through the
Hellhound. Liam took a glance up at him, staring, gazing and panted through his
nose. Jordan had his eyes closed, hands on Liam's jaw and he seemed to be
panting too, his chest falling and rising faster than before.
Liam decided to surprise the Deputy by angling his head without him being aware
and that seemed to let the head of the shaft go deeper, drawing a low groan
from the man above him, his eyes snapping open to stare down at him. Though he
didn’t stop the thrusting, he simply continued, getting faster and sending the
dick further into his mouth and throat, Liam having to swallow around him.
He knew for a fact that his face was flushed, his eyes probably dilated to hell
and he continued to let Parrish use his mouth until he could see and realize
that they were getting too close, Liam needing to pat the bigger man’s thigh
before he pulled off, the werewolf panting and trying to take a deep breath. He
stared up, watching Jordan pant as he groggily got back between his legs, Liam
spreading them enough for him to fit there on his decently side couch.
There was a moment of surprise when Liam felt his legs being lifted, making him
have to bend until his knees were close to his chest. His breath had left his
lungs and then he waited for a mere split second before he felt the hot wet
tongue slip inside him, drawing a whine like growl from his rough throat. He
whined again and threw his hands up, having to grip the arm of the chair above
his head. He immediately felt the heat grow, spreading through him as the
tongue curled and twisted on his inside, the lips hot around his hole, the
teeth just barely scraping skin.
He whined and gasped tried not to arch or squirm as best he could, eyes
squeezing shut as his claws elongated and dug into the fabric of the arm of the
chair, his heart hammering in his chest against his ribs. His skin was on fire
and he couldn’t focus on anything but the tongue deep inside of him, pressing
against his walls and lubing him up, sending so much more heat through him.
Liam bit his lip hard, feeling a slit of a tear where he bit too hard. Panting
harshly through his nose, he tried to open his eyes, finding it hard as he
looked down between the gap in his legs to see Parrish eating him out, his own
eyes closed like he was concentrating on Liam’s hole. He looked so hot and the
Hellhound growled lightly, sending shocks through him, drawing a moan from him.
“Jorda-.. Please,” he whined, eyes snapping shut again with his claws
definitely tearing some of the couch’s fabric on the arm. Liam didn't consider
it important though as the Hellhound removed his tongue from Liam's insides,
spitting against his hole and then feeling his hips lower until he was back on
the sofa, positioned back where Jordan was sat between his thighs, his finger
easing around and just inside of his hole so the spit could be used as lube, or
extra lube since he was just thoroughly rimmed.
He felt the Hellhound bend His legs again, but not as much as before, only
enough so that he could line his shaft up with Liam's hole, smearing pre-cum
over the ring itself, for extra measure probably. He knew that Jordan liked to
be prepared, even if Liam hadn’t been before they actually got down to sex. The
werewolf stared up at the bigger man, watching him closely as he started
pressing his hips forward, the head slipping in slowly and then with a swift
popping feeling, the rest of the shaft slipping in none so easily as it
followed. He could feel his ring stretching around him as he forced himself in,
not slow, but not fast either. He focused on the feeling and had to close his
eyes as he bottomed out, the feeling of being so full up really sending heat
all the way through him.
He dropped his head back against the cushions, hands still on the arm of the
chair with his claws digging into it. Liam had to breathe, panting fast was
only making him lightheaded. He took a deep breath, one after another and then
another to try and relax. He felt Parrish drop his head against Liam’s chest
and he forced his eyes open to look at him, watching as he rested there, trying
not to move for a moment, a groan leaving the bigger man’s throat.
“So damn tight,” he heard the Deputy huff breathlessly and Liam dropped his
head back against the cushions again, trying to focus on relaxing so that
Jordan could through it without feeling like he’d cum just from how tight the
werewolf was.
A few stretched out seconds later and he felt Jordan pull back, lifting his
head and drawing back his hips until the head was left inside. And then he
thrusted forward, sending a hot shock up his spine. Liam gasped sharply, head
pressing back hard into the cushion while his lip was hard on his lip. He tried
to rock back on him immediately, hips rutting and hole clenching around him,
whines leaving his throat in short bursts as Jordan started getting faster
without warning. This was how it usually went.
Liam swallowed thickly when he felt his arms being moved from the arm of the
chair, strong hands holding him to the couch by his forearms and his back was
arched again, forcing the small of his back from the sofa. He opened his eyes
just for a few seconds to see the bliss on the man's’ face, staring down at him
as he continued his not-so-gentle thrusting. He’d pulled back and snapped
forward, his pelvis hitting his and hearing the light slap of skin. He did it
again and again. He just closed his eyes again and knitted his brow, his mouth
falling open just a little while gasping for each strong and loud rock and snap
of their hips.
The werewolf lifted his waist every time Jordan rolled forward, meeting him
about half way and feeling the slaps get faster and harder. He started panting
hard and starting rocking with him, the heat burning his skin and muscles,
outside and inside. His hands were still trying to fist at something, settling
on the cushion covers.
“Oh,fuuuuck,” Liam heard the Hellhound groan through gritted teeth, his grip on
his arms tightening. He gasped and arched his waist over and over, meeting him
hard and fast, and then harder and faster when the Deputy leaned further over
him, now face to face with him. He could feel him through closed eyes, the
closer presence and damn, it only made everything hotter. Sooo much hotter. The
Hellhounds heat was burning, unnaturally for even the Hellhound when he wasn’t
fighting. His skin was hotter, like Liam, the effects of the sex. It happened
every time and it was a major turn on.
“Mmm,” he bit his lip hard, feeling the sting and tasting the sliver of blood
on his tongue again. The hot sparks were shooting through his body, spreading
and shorting inside of him, heading straight for his groin, tightening him and
forcing him to convulse and clench around the hot, hard dick thrashing against
his insides. He arched hard again and pushed back against the Hellhound,
whining hard and high pitched while feeling him slam in just right at the same
time.
Liam gasped loudly and tensed completely, body straining and they both stilled,
though Jordan’s was more to do with the werewolf’s. He tried to relax and
pulled the man forward with his hooked legs. He tried to relax as best he could
and tried to unclench enough for him to keep thrusting, hard and still frantic.
Liam whined hard with every intense thrust and felt the heat shoot straight
down through him, knotting and then unknotting everything, he blew his load
between them with a high-pitched cry, claws digging into the cushion and
tearing holes in them.
The Hellhound managed to draw his groggy attention by suddenly thrusted hard,
almost too hard and sending a filling feeling straight through the werewolf
before falling against him, tight and stiff. He felt so hot and rough on the
inside, the shaft spasming and twitching.
Liam’s head dropped back and he panted harshly, feeling the heat and warmth
around him and inside. Jordan was still heavy and weighing on him, lying across
his front with his mouth and nose pressed into the crook of his neck, breathing
just as roughly against him while taking in his scent.
The werewolf let a tired smirk draw at his lips and panted with the Hellhound,
feeling his arms wrap around his lower waist, the other around his shoulders to
cradle most of his body. Liam only wrapped his arms loosely around his neck and
enjoyed the warm comfort, the heat of Jordan’s skin still burning, but in a
nice way, like they were cuddling in bed and he was the small spoon.
“Next time, we use the bed again,” he heard Jordan muffle against his neck and
it drew a slightly groggy laugh from Liam, a smile growing further on him and
he managed to open his eyes half-lidded, looking up at the ceiling since the
Hellhound’s face was still buried in his neck and shoulder.
“Why? Couch sex is hot,” they both shared another laugh, Jordan gradually,
reluctantly pulling his face from his skin to look at him with one of his own
smiles. He saw the Hound lean in and they shared another kiss, heated again and
kissing over and over.
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