The next evening, Scott sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. He hadnβt slept much since last night β since Stiles moaned Derekβs name over and over while Scott tried his best to be enough. His chest still ached, his pride torn apartβ¦ but his cock still stirred when he replayed it in his head.
The front door swung open without warning.













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