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Title: The New Photographer – Mischief Mondays Series | Pride Month Bingo 2025
TW Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Jeff Davis and MTV. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Tags: m/m, Neckz 'n Throats AU, Model Stiles, Photographer Chris, BDSM, Daddy Kink, spanking, dry humping, explicit intercourse, anal
Main Pairing: Chris/Stiles
Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Chris Argent, Erica Reyes
Pride Month Bingo 2025 Prompt: (your) flag
Summary: After his divorce, Chris quit his family's hunting magazine and to really piss his father off, he instead starts working at Neckz 'n Throats, the famous werewolf soft porn magazine. His first gig as a photographer is with Stiles, the star model he kind of has a crush on.
The New Photographer
Mischief Mondays Series | Pride Month Bingo 2025
There had always been an excuse. Because his father had always kept him small, had tried to beat the gay out of him, thought he could fix his son by making him marry a woman. Marrying Victoria didn't make Chris straight, but having their daughter Allison did make Chris stay.
It wasn't just the homophobia though. His family was also deeply bigoted against werewolves. And when Allison started dating a werewolf, the family's bigotry turned against Allison. While Chris had never been able to fight for himself and tell his father off, he could do it to protect his daughter. Chris finally got a divorce from Victoria and quit the family's prestigious hunting magazine.
The Silver Bullet was the hunting magazine, it also served to promote the family's own lines of guns and weapons. Chris had worked as a photographer for the magazine for his entire adult life. Taking pictures was, beyond actual hunting, the only thing he was good at, knew how to do. So he went looking for a new job as a photographer and he found the perfect opening. A job that would be the ultimate middle finger to Gerard, to the whole damn bunch.
Neckz 'n Throats, the world's most famous werewolf soft porn magazine, was looking for a new photographer. Porn was already something Gerard frowned upon, but werewolf soft porn? And the magazine largely catered to a queer audience. Gerard would hate nothing more than this magazine, and to have his only son associated with it. So Chris applied. And he got the job.
Chris had to admit that he bought the magazine himself too. It wasn't just for werewolves. Mostly, it was pretty people, shirtless, baring their throats and necks in a show of submission. As a dom, that appealed to Chris too. So did the markings. Werewolves loved to leave marks on their human lovers and Chris had an appreciation for pretty bruises and bite-marks too.
The magazine's star model, the face of the magazine really, was Stiles. Just Stiles. No first name, no last name. He kept his private life secret, since his fame would seriously affect his family if they were public knowledge. Stiles was stunning. Long limbs, lean body, elegant hands, a long, tempting neck, pale skin dotted with moles, a cutely upturned nose, full lips and big doe-eyes framed by long lashes. He was perfection. Chris had jerked off countless times to his images, he had to admit. The boy was exactly his type, a pretty, sweet twink who would look so good in Chris' bed.
On account of that, Chris didn't know how to feel about his first photo-shoot with Neckz 'n Throats. Because he was paired up with Stiles and with Erica Reyes. She was the biggest name the magazine had on the side of the ladies and though Chris was too gay to be attracted to her, he had to appreciate the artistic merits of her photo-shoots, be they with her husband Boyd, or – much more often, on account of the queer audience – one of the other ladies, most prominently Kira.
"Hello there," Stiles smiled at him, pink lips spread wide, hand held out. "You must be…"
"Stiles," Chris whispered awed, a bit overwhelmed by standing in front of the real, actual Stiles.
The smile turned into a crooked grin and his brown eyes shone near golden with mischief. "No, that would be me. I'm Stiles. You must be Chris, the new photographer. You must also be a big fan. Because the only people who say my name like that are either fans, or the people spread out under me while I ride their dicks. On account of the second one not applying… Fan, then."
Chris made a slightly embarrassed noise, knowing he was flushing slightly. "Right, yes. I'm Chris."
"Stiles," Erica cackled amused. "Watch it or Derek is gonna force you to talk to HR."
"What. Why," Stiles turned large, innocent eyes on his shooting partner. "I didn't insinuate anything. I said either and clarified which one he was. I didn't say I'd ride his dick, did I!"
For emphasis, Stiles threw his hands up in the air. Chris' brain froze at the mental image of Stiles riding his dick. The way Erica snorted now, she could smell his arousal. Chris blushed again. Damn it all, he was more composed than this. He shot a glare at Stiles.
"Hey, I'm Erica," Erica pushed past Stiles. "Please don't mind him, he's a brat."
"Rude and uncalled for," Stiles muttered with a pout. "Not untrue, but still."
Chris blinked, honestly lost as he looked between the two models. Taking pictures of fur rugs in front of fireplaces, with deer heads mounted on the walls suddenly had a very different appeal. The objects in front of his camera didn't sass or make inappropriate comments. Clearing his throat, Chris straightened up and tried to push all inappropriate thoughts down to be professional.
"How about we get to work now?" Chris suggested in a firm voice.
Stiles shot him a mischievous grin. "Yeah, okay. Tell me how you want me."
Chris didn't take the bait. "I saw the pitch for the shoot and I liked it. I want to take pictures of the both of you separately and together. Let's get you out of your clothes, you can keep on the underwear, of course, and start with you on the couch."
Somehow, Chris had expected Stiles to go to the changing room for this. But instead, the boy simply started stripping down right in front of Chris while holding eye contact and grinning like a menace. Bit by it was that tempting, pale skin revealed to Chris, until all that was left on the boy was a pair of black briefs. The urge to touch was frighteningly strong, but Chris was a professional and beyond that, he would never touch someone who may not want it. This was work, after all. There were lines Chris didn't cross.
"Here's your cape, Batman," Erica threw the balled-up fabric at Stiles.
Stiles on the couch caught it with a grin and unfolded it. He wrapped the pink, blue and purple flag around his waist, so it covered his lap. It made him look like he was completely naked aside from the flag. Chris adjusted himself a little at the tempting picture.
"Okay, good. Now lean forward a little, hands between your lap, yes, like that."
Throughout the shoot, Stiles followed directions perfectly and looked absolutely stunning in whatever position Chris wanted him in. No more inappropriate comments, only the professionalism he would have expected from a famous model like Stiles. Honestly, he was a pleasure to work with. When Chris struggled, because he was still new to working with people, Stiles offered suggestions, took the initiative. After all, he'd been doing this job for years now.
The center piece shot was of Stiles and Erica, wrapped around each other, Erica behind Stiles with her arms around his neck, a lipstick mark from her just on his jugular, her holding the bi flag that was wrapped around them both, both models looking seductively into the camera.
"Okay, I think that's a wrap," Chris announced pleased. "I'll go through these and see if we'll need any reshoots, but you two were fantastic."
"Awesome," Erica squealed and dropped the flag to run off and get dressed.
Stiles took another moment to sit there, staring at Chris. "Wanna go out with us?"
"Mh?" Chris looked up from his camera to stare at the boy in surprise.
"Erica and I like to go out for drinks after a long shoot," Stiles explained. "Wanna come with us? Talk a bit, get to know each other. You're part of the N'n'T fam now."
"Oh," Chris blinked before reluctantly nodding. "Yeah, I'd like that, thanks."
"Awesome," Stiles grinned broadly and got up. "I'll just go get dressed, you wait here."
/break\
The new photographer was smoking hot. Silver fox with a beard that Stiles would love to run his fingers through and the sharpest, bluest eyes. The bossy edge to his grovely voice was also doing things for Stiles. Chris Argent was a hundred percent Stiles' type and messing with the guy had been delightfully funny. It was always cute to see a grown man blush.
The three went to Stiles' favorite bar, Erica having a very colorful, wolfsbane-laced cocktail, Chris a beer and Stiles a virgin caipirinha. Chris shot him a curious look but didn't ask aloud.
"I don't drink," Stiles shrugged, grinning at Chris. "But I like frilly cocktails. They're fun."
Chris gave a grunt and a nod, nursing his beer. For a few moments, Stiles let the noise of the bar wash over them, the music, the laughter, the atmosphere. It helped him relax.
"No hard feelings on the teasing, right?" Stiles asked with a grin. "I like taking a piss out of the new guys. In our line of work, you gotta test boundaries with newbies. You have to have some tolerance to suggestive themes and words. If you get flustered and can't keep going just because of an off-handed naughty comment, you won't cut it in the industry of naughty images."
"Not a problem," Chris chuckled, seeming a bit sheepish. "You caught me off-guard. But you were all professional during the shoot, so it's all good. You're right too, probably. You are a celebrity of a certain caliber that works in this industry. I gotta learn how to handle you."
"Exactly!" Stiles yelped delighted, waving at Chris. "You get it. You'll fit right in."
"Between you and me," Erica leaned to Chris, shielding one side of her mouth with her hand as she whispered in a conspiratory manner. "He always goes extra bratty when he's single too long."
"Strange connotation," Chris admitted with a confused look.
"He needs a strong hand to spank the brattiness out of him," Erica smirked wickedly.
Stiles sputtered, choking on his cocktail, cheeks dark red. "Erica! Traitor!"
"Nah, I think that was deserved, considering you flustered him earlier," Erica snickered.
"I hate you," Stiles grumbled and ducked his head.
"Oh, I see how it is," Chris raised both his eyebrows. "Dashing it out but can't take it?"
Stiles' eyes widened as he turned to glare at the man, chin raised. "I can take it."
"He really can take it," Erica agreed dryly. "He loves taking it."
Stiles rolled his eyes and elbowed her. "You are a horrible person, why are we friends."
"Because we're both horrible people," Erica grinned and wrapped her arms around him.
She pulled him in to smack a kiss to his cheek, making him laugh. When Stiles turned back toward Chris, he saw a very fond look on the man's face and oh that looked good on him. Made him look soft. Stiles grinned a little and leaned back against Erica.
"So, tell us about yourself, Chris," Stiles asked eagerly. "We're open books. There are whole interview spreads about both of us available. But you? You're a mystery, Mister Argent."
Stiles' eyes shone with mischief at that. The one thing that wasn't a mystery was the man's last name. The Argent name carried a lot of weight, Gerard Argent was currently running for governor, financing his campaign with the money from his hunting magazine and the arms dealing. His stance was very firmly right, anti queer and anti werewolf and anti so many things that Stiles didn't actually have the time to list them all. Chris was the man's only son.
"Finally got a divorce," Chris declared, sounding proud. "She got my family in the divorce."
Stiles snorted at that phrasing, raising his eyebrows curiously. "Good for you?"
"Very," Chris grinned and lifted his bottle at Stiles and Erica. "I got what's important. I got my daughter and I get the chance for a fresh start. The rest of them can rot in hell."
"I'll drink to that," Erica noted dryly, toasting Chris. "Oh, crap. Okay, I'll actually have to leave you guys to it. Can't keep Boyd waiting with dinner. See you tomorrow, bye."
She downed the rest of her drink, kissed Stiles' cheek and waved at Chris before rushing out. Stiles grinned after her and returned his attention to Chris. Damn, that man was fine. Slowly licking his lips, Stiles regarded Chris. Maybe Erica wasn't wrong. He did get more brattish when he was left unspanked for too long. Being single didn't suit him, especially with his line of work.
"So what Erica said, that true?" Chris asked softly. "That being single makes you a brat?"
Chris raised both his eyebrows in amusement. Stiles licked his lips again, blushing a little.
"I'm a very tactile person. This job, all the touching, wandering hands, kisses," Stiles motioned vaguely. "Riles you up. Gets frustrating when you don't have someone to come home to who actually gets you off and holds you after, you know?"
"I don't, but I can imagine," Chris hummed, nodding slowly. "Feels contradictory though, being a brat about it. When I go looking for a partner, I tend to try be nice and charming."
There was a teasing grin on Chris' lips and oh, two could play that game. "What can I say, Erica the traitor isn't wrong. Being a brat is a quick way to find who just gets annoyed with it and who is more than willing to take charge. Don't need to try my luck with someone who scoffs at it, rolls their eyes and moves on. It's a true and tried method, really."
Chris snorted amused and shook his head. "So you're not just a menace to your colleagues, you are also a menace to any potential future partner, mh?"
"I've always been headstrong," Stiles grinned cheekily. "Needs a patient and dedicated partner willing to put the work in to tame me."
Chris emptied his beer. "The way it sounds to me, you're just a brat who needs a Daddy to put you over his lap and smarten your ass until you behave yourself."
Stiles swallowed dry and hard, eyes wide as he stared at Chris. It was one thing when Stiles teased others about what he got up to, he liked making people uncomfortable and flustering them. But having a hot silver fox like Chris talk about Stiles needing a Daddy to spank him? It had definitely been too long since Stiles last got laid to deal with that. He couldn't help the soft, needy whine he made when Chris hit all of his buttons just right, and in the right tone of voice.
Chris looked startled by the noise and leaned back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to… I just, I figured since you teased, I'd tease you back. We're going to work together now, I shouldn't-"
"We're off the clock," Stiles interrupted Chris quickly. "It's okay. You're allowed to flirt. Uhm. If you meant to flirt, I mean. You're allowed to make fun of me too, if that's what you meant to do. We handle things very casually at N'n'T, we are a family."
"Flirting among colleagues seems like it can bring problems with it," Chris noted carefully.
"Eh. Erica met her husband that way," Stiles grinned. "Boyd works at N'n'T too. We are a family, but we are a very incestuous family. I used to date Cora from HR, which was funny on account of the whole having to file actual relationships with HR. Many people have hookups, we do all work hard and don't really have that much time to meet people outside work. If things become more serious, there's the aforementioned filing with HR. But nobody minds what you do in private, as long as it doesn't affect your work ethic, you know."
Chris hummed thoughtfully, eyes intense as he pinned Stiles in place with a look. "I don't kink shame so I wouldn't make fun of you for needing a strong hand, for the record."
Swallowing hard, Stiles nodded slowly. "So… was that an offer then, Daddy?"
Catching his lower lip between his teeth, he grinned teasingly at Chris. The man's eyes darkened considerably at that and he leaned closer. A large hand came to rest on Stiles' thigh, rubbing gently and slowly. Stiles swallowed hard, his cock twitching in interest.
"That depends," Chris whispered lowly as he leaned in closer. "Will you actually be good for me? I don't mind disciplining a brat, but I prefer a good boy who follows Daddy's orders."
Stiles gave a needy whine as he leaned more into Chris because fuck yes. "I just need Daddy to show me that he deserves me being good for him. If you show me my place, I'll be so good for you. I'll be Daddy's good boy, promise."
Chris' other hand reached up to grab Stiles' neck and pull him into a slow, deep kiss. The photographer easily dominated the kiss, his tongue plundering Stiles' mouth with greedy determination, making it clear who called the shots here. Stiles mewled into the kiss, clinging desperately onto Chris as he melted against the man. Somehow, by the end of the kiss, Stiles ended up on Chris' lap. The photographer was staring dark-eyed at Stiles, a pleased look on his face. His hands wandered down to cup Stiles' ass, pulling the boy closer.
"I want to take you apart," Chris murmured. "However, since my divorce is still very fresh, I am currently crashing at my daughter's place."
"Don't worry," Stiles grinned. "My bed is calling both our names."
Stiles got off Chris' lap and grabbed his hand. Before he headed out, he waved the barkeeper over and handed him a hundred dollar bill for the three drinks they'd had. And then they finally left.
/break\
Considering the couch in Allison's humble college student apartment that Chris currently slept on, he was taken aback by the luxurious, large loft he was led into by Stiles. Everything was loud, with movie posters on the walls – signed by cast and directors in many cases – rare, collectible figures behind glass lining the walls, designer furniture that actually looked comfortable but also so expensive that Chris would not be comfortable lounging with a beer on that couch because what if he spilled anything on it. There was a kitchen in one corner of the open space, a wall pulled up with a bar opening to give the illusion of privacy and kitchen. The center piece of the loft was the bed, elevated against the opposite wall to the entrance. There were tall book shelves left and right to the bed, again mimicking a room, but the front was open, letting anyone who walked into the loft look directly at it. Displaying it and thus also displaying its owner.
"Come on," Stiles grinned eagerly as he pulled off his shirt. "I wanna see you naked."
Chris took a moment to watch how Stiles shimmied out of his skinny jeans and underwear, until the boy was completely naked. His eyes drank in the sight of pale skin and moles, mild bruises on his hips from Erica from the shoot. A possessiveness overcame Chris that made him want to erase another's mark and replace it with his own markings. Rolling his shoulders once, Chris went to crowd against Stiles, curling his fingers under the boy's chin to tilt his head up.
"You do not call the shots here, boy," Chris declared in a stern voice. "I do. You? You will be good and you will follow Daddy's orders and if you don't, you'll get dealt an appropriate punishment decided by me. If something goes against what you like and enjoy, you call 'red', if you're unsure about something or need a moment, you call 'yellow'. If I feel unsure about how you're taking to something, I'll check in with you and I need an honest and genuine 'green' from you if everything is alright. I need to be able to trust you on this, otherwise I won't play with you, am I clear on that? A brat is one thing, but I need you to take the framework rules seriously."
"Got it," Stiles nodded, playfulness gone as he nodded. "I promise to use my safeword if I need it and I won't play anything down, okay? I'll be a brat in a scene, but I'll be good as a sub."
Chris pursed his lips fondly and nodded. "Good. Now, I seem to recall a certain brat in desperate need of a spanking, mh? C'mere, baby, let Daddy show you your place."
A shudder went down Stiles' entire body as Chris used the boy's words against him. Part of Chris couldn't believe he was actually here, with Stiles, of all people. But the experienced dom in him locked that awe and nervousness down, because he had a sub to take care of. And right now, Stiles wasn't a rich and famous model, or upcoming movie star (yes, Chris had seen the trailer to the action flick Stiles was going to star in this summer), no, right now, Stiles was a bratty boy in need of a stern Daddy to take care of him. Chris grasped Stiles by the neck and led him toward the bed.
"Over my lap, ass up. No squirming, no trying to get out of your punishment. Every time you beg me to stop or try to manipulate me into stopping, I'll add five spanks. We're starting you off with fifteen, for teasing me before work and being a brat. Understood, baby?"
Stiles swallowed hard and nodded. "Yes, Daddy."
Chris smirked pleased and gently rubbed his hand over the firm ass. Such soft skin. Lifting his hand, he brought it down hard. Stiles yelped and surged forward a little at the impact. Chris wasn't going to pull his punches, literally in this case. Considering Stiles was being a brat on purpose to find someone to be firm with him, Chris knew coddling him would be a waste of time. The second smack landed on Stiles' other cheek. His pale skin lit up beautifully, Chris' hand-prints very distinct. Smirking, Chris delivered another and another and another spank. By the tenth spank, Stiles' ass was dark red and the boy was crying and sobbing, babbling apologies for being a brat and making promises of being so, so good for Chris. Chris smirked amused.
"What did I tell you, baby?" Chris asked sternly. "Trying to manipulate me into cutting your punishment short will add five spanks to it."
Stiles whined and buried his face in the pillow. "No, no, no, no, no, I can't take twenty spanks, Daddy, please don't, that's too much, you're gonna break me."
Chris raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "If you truly think you couldn't handle it, you are free to safeword out. Otherwise, I think the count just went up to twenty-five for trying to argue."
The only sound Stiles made was cute whimpering and crying. No safeword. Chris snorted amused, feeling far too enamored with the brat already. He let his hand rain down on that pretty ass over and over again, until it was a glowing dark-red, the skin beautifully heated under Chris' touch.
"There we go," Chris smiled as he placed the final smack on it. "You took that very well, baby, look at you, you didn't even try to get out of it again, you know Daddy's right, you know you deserved that punishment and you know you deserved the additional spanks for arguing, right?"
"Yes, Daddy," Stiles gasped out, big eyes on Chris. "I'm sorry I tried to argue with you. Daddy knows what I need and I should have been a good boy and just accept my punishment."
Chris' smile turned prouder at the admittance from his little brat. His hand was still rubbing and kneading the heated flesh, continuously getting little mewls and whines from the boy in his lap.
"It's okay, baby," Chris assured him. "Daddy's gonna teach you to be good for him."
He manhandled Stiles into his lap so he was straddling one of Chris' thighs. Stiles gasped as his hard and leaking cock made contact with the denim of Chris' jeans. Once Stiles was settled in place, Chris let both his hands rest on the boy's sore ass. He so loved to torment a pretty boy after a punishment to remind them who was in control here and that they deserved the punishment. Squeezing tight, he got a beautiful whine from his boy. And then Chris slowly pulled Stiles closer, letting the boy's cock drag over his thigh. A different kind of whine came from Stiles, a needy one.
"You wanna get off, baby?" Chris asked, his face buried in Stiles' neck. "All hard and leaky from Daddy smartening that pretty ass of yours? Such a naughty boy."
"Sorry, Daddy," Stiles mumbled, clinging helplessly onto Chris.
"Mh, no, no need to be sorry, baby," Chris chuckled, scratching his beard along that pretty neck. "But brats don't just get orgasms. Brats have to beg for them and work hard."
"Can I please get off, Daddy?" Stiles nuzzled against him. "That spanking was so hard and so good, I never had a Daddy giving me such a hard spanking before, I need to come so—o badly. Please?"
"Flattery, mh," Chris chuckled. "Here's a compromise, since you're that needy and acting like a cat in heat: You get to come, if you rub yourself off against my leg."
Stiles hissed in surprise and stared at him with blown pupils and red cheeks. "Yes, Daddy."
Stiles started slowly dragging himself up and down Chris' thigh the friction of the jeans against his skin the only thing to get him off. Stiles whined and whimpered the entire time as he got himself off and yeah, Chris really thought that pretty boy was acting like a cat in heat. How sweet.
"Hurry up, kitten," Chris ordered, smacking Stiles' ass hard in encouragement. "You're not the only one who wants to get off here. Spanking that pretty ass of yours got Daddy hard too. A good boy shouldn't keep his Daddy waiting. Am I being too lax and generous, letting you get off first?"
"No, no, no," Stiles gasped out, movement quickening in despair.
"Sure about that?" Chris wondered, smacking Stiles' other ass-cheek. "C'mon, you're taking forever, baby, making Daddy wait. We can't have that. I think you're only getting orgasms after you got Daddy off from now on, I have to make sure to train my boy well, don't I?"
Stiles came hard, spraying cum all over Chris' shirt. Chris chuckled fondly. He was going to have a lot of fun with that boy. Furrowing his brows on purpose, he pulled on his shirt.
"Mh, I got myself a messy little kitten there," Chris sighed. "Clean it up."
Stiles blinked doe-eyed at that. "Like… do laundry now…?"
The genuine confusion had Chris laugh softly. "No, baby. I was thinking of using that cunning little mouth of yours to suck the cum off my shirt before it can stain."
Chris pulled his shirt off and handed it to Stiles with a demanding raise of his eyebrows. Stiles' blush reached all the way down his chest beautifully as he took the shirt and started tentatively sucking on the cum-stained fabric. Stiles' oral fixation wasn't a secret, he'd brought it up in many interviews and there were entire photo-shoot spreads focused on that oral fixation. Chris smiled fondly when Stiles relaxed a little as he suckled on the fabric.
"There you go, kitten," Chris smiled and kissed Stiles' cheek. "On the bed, ass up and knees apart so Daddy can prep you while you clean up your mess."
Stiles stumbled endearingly as he scrambled to obey. Chris opened his pants and got naked himself before settling down behind Stiles. That beautiful, red-spanked ass was so tempting, especially like that, showing off his pretty, pink hole. Stiles reached up under the pillow and produced a tube of lube that he then handed Chris with big, hopeful eyes.
"Thank you, kitten," Chris smiled pleased and patted Stiles' head. "Good boy."
Stiles whined around the shirt, his hole twitching eagerly at the praise. Once his fingers were well-lubed up Chris started opening the boy up for himself. Thrusting his fingers in, crooking them until he could stroke Stiles' prostate and have the boy howling. Only when he was four fingers in and that pretty hole was greedily gaping around him did he think Stiles was ready. That didn't make Chris stop prepping the boy though; he wanted to see how long Stiles would last.
"Daddy, Daddy, please, I need your cock," Stiles whined. "Please fuck me, stop teasing."
"You think you deserve my cock?" Chris asked thoughtfully. "I don't know, I'm very tempted to just fuck that pretty mouth of yours and keep playing with your hole for hours. Wreck you without actually fucking you, because only good boys deserve Daddy's cock."
Stiles bit his quivering lower lip. "But… But Daddy deserves to fuck his kitten?"
"Mh?" Chris tilted his head intrigued, teasing Stiles' prostate again.
"Daddy had to spank his naughty boy," Stiles gasped, clawing at the sheets. "And then Daddy was generous enough to let me come. Daddy was so good for his kitten, Daddy deserves to take what he wants. If you wanna fuck my mouth, please do, I love cocksucking, I am su—uch a good cocksucker, I'd make it so—o good for you, but if Daddy wants to fuck my ass, then Daddy should take it. Kitten's all yours to play with however you want, Daddy."
Pursing his lips, Chris pulled his fingers out of Stiles and then, in quick succession, placed five more spanks dead center on Stiles' ass until the boy was back to sobbing. "That's for trying to manipulate Daddy. You're good, but I will punish you for it anyway."
Stiles was gasping for breath, looking entirely fucked out as his hole had been opened up so nicely and the position he was in had left it well-exposed during this spanking. Most of the spanks had hit it directly, leaving it red and twitching. Stiles whimpered softly when Chris teasingly traced the rim.
"I want to fuck you now, kitten," Chris spoke firmly. "But I just spanked that pretty hole of yours. There's no shame if you want to quit now, baby. You were being really good for me."
"Fuck no," Stiles moaned in a filthy manner, pushing his ass out even more. "Can't remember the last time I got my hole spanked and fucked, please, please, please."
His voice actually cracked on the final plea. Chris swallowed hard, cock jerking in need. He breathed deeply, but before he got up, he placed one more sharp slap on Stiles' hole, making Stiles whine. Smirking, Chris got up and started undressing himself.
"My boy doesn't cuss while he's with me," Chris pointed out. "Am I understood?"
"Yes, Daddy, sorry, Daddy," Stiles pouted a little with large, innocent eyes.
What an absolute brat. Chris was going to have both hands full with this one. Once his cock was sufficiently lubed up, Chris grabbed Stiles' hip with one hand and guided his cock in with the other. He groaned and closed his eyes at the feeling of that hot, tight hole clenching down around his cock. His other hand also grabbed Stiles' hip, making sure his fingers covered the marks Erica had left during the shoot, fingers digging in, determined to leave his own marks on his boy.
"Holy-" Stiles interrupted himself to stop from cussing. "You're so big, you're so big, I'm so full."
Chris smiled amused as his boy dissolved into eager babbling while Chris fucked into him. Every time he bottomed out, he made sure to press up against the heated skin of Stiles' ass and thighs, until the boy gave a soft, little whine. Chris made sure to drag it out, to enjoy every second of it and to make Stiles enjoy every second of it. Stiles was near boneless beneath him, taking his fucking like a good boy, melted into a blissful puddle by Chris' hands and cock. When Chris' orgasm built up, he snapped his hips sharper, thrust harder, until he came deep inside the boy.
"God, you are absolutely beautiful," Chris murmured as he pulled out.
Stiles' red-spanked ass, his swollen, red hole dripping Chris' cum. Smiling, Chris leaned down to kiss one of Stiles' red cheeks before he laid down next to Stiles and pulled the boy against himself.
"You did good, baby, you were such a good boy for me," Chris kissed the top of Stiles' head. "Five minutes, then I'm gonna take you to the bathroom and we'll clean up. I just need a moment."
"Did I wear you out, Daddy?" Stiles asked with a cheeky grin.
"You did," Chris confirmed amused. "And I have a feeling you'll keep doing it."
For a moment, Stiles stilled, then he bit his lip and looked at Chris. "So there'll be a next time?"
It was easy to read the barely contained eagerness and hope in the boy. Chris leaned in to kiss him properly and ease Stiles' lip out from between sharp teeth. Stiles sighed contently into the kiss.
"If you want there to be, yeah," Chris nosed Stiles' jawline. "Would you like that, kitten?"
/omake: six months later\
Chris smiled as he straightened the frame on the wall. He'd put up the graduation picture of Allison, now that he'd gotten it framed. His boyfriend called him old-fashioned for it, but Stiles hadn't complained when Chris had gotten the picture of Stiles wrapped up in the bi flag framed, because it had been their first meeting. As much as Chris loved to work with most models at Neckz 'n Throats, Stiles remained his absolute favorite. He turned when he heard the key in the lock.
"Daddy, I'm home," Stiles called teasingly. "And I bring take-out."
"Bedroom, kitten," Chris called back, smiling warmly. "I'll be with you in a minute."
So many years of hiding and finally he got to be happy, loved, have a warm, welcoming home.
~*~ The End ~*~