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It makes sense for Scott to be his first target. The men of this pack have been far too repressed with each other for far too long, and Peter expects to set it right. Sure, some of them have connections, girlfriends, whatever. ‘Wolf culture has never been quite so limiting, but these children didn’t grow up the same way that Peter did.
He’s determined to make it better, closer to the days he remembers. It will bring them closer together; make them stronger. If it means he gets to have his fun, too, well it’s only fair. No one has ever accused him of being self-sacrificing, and that suits him just fine.
But Scott was his beta, first. He might not be anymore, but they’re linked intrinsically, magically, by the powers that be, whatever anyone wants to call it. And whatever it is, Peter intends to take full advantage of it.
It’s clear to Peter that Scott is drawn to the feminine - actually, that all of them are, in some capacity - and it sparks inspiration on the angle he’ll approach this from. He’s always liked pretty, delicate things, and how he looks in them. Peter is not a pretty, delicate thing, but he can wear them and become an imitation of one. Muscle and cunning and violence all wrapped in a precious package. He likes it, and the others he’s used that presentation for have liked it, too.
That’s how he finds himself laid out on the bed in Scott’s room, Melissa thankfully out of the house - though Peter wouldn’t mind her seeing him like this either. It’s just not the point of this particular exercise, and Peter certainly wouldn’t be winning any favors with Scott by attempting to get with Melissa McCall. She’s occupied with the senior Argent these days, anyway, and while Peter could have a great deal of fun stealing her out from under him, it still wouldn’t serve his purposes.
It’s an easy, simple fantasy that Peter sets up for Scott. He doesn’t need to be complicated here. Scott may not be a child anymore, but he’s still so young. A simple, direct approach will help him, not hurt him. Maybe not with all the others, but at least with this first attempt. The babydoll is pink and gauzy and delicate, and the panties match exactly. It's all light and easy and the exact opposite of intense.
It's not exactly the way that Peter prefers to play, but if it helps him start working towards his goal, then he's happy to do it. Besides, it's nice to change things up every once in a while. Peter is the farthest thing from delicate or virginal - but he can play the fantasy for Scott.
From the way that Scott's jaw drops when he walks into his room, letting his bag drop to the floor with a concerningly loud thump, it seems to work. Peter keeps his grin to himself, though, and only shares a soft smile with Scott. He keeps his voice deliberately breathy and pitched just a bit higher than normal. If he truly tried to imitate a woman's voice, it would break the fantasy.
No, he has to appear as feminine as he can while remaining himself. It's not an easy balance, but Peter doesn't bother chasing things that are simply easy. He likes playing the game too much.
"Welcome home, Scott," he says, and then he leaves it open. He can't overwhelm Scott - not just yet, anyway. Once Scott takes the bait, starts opening up more, Peter will have him in the trap, and overwhelming Scott will actually be what works best for him.
Scott's uneven jaw works around words that it seems like he just can't make himself say. Eventually he manages a strangled-sounding, "What ?" but it's pretty weak.
It's not enough for Peter to give him more; not just yet. He gives Scott motion, though, an impetus for him to put together an intelligent question or sentence, at least. He shifts from laying down to sitting on the edge of the bed, his legs crossed at the ankle, hands on both side of him. Scott's bed is low, which is nice in this instance. It means Peter's looking up at Scott, demure through his lashes. Just another part of the fantasy.
"What are you doing here?" Scott finally manages to ask. It's not a great question, and it's certainly not what's on the top of his mind, but it's a starting place. It's enough for Peter to feed him a little more.
"What, I can't stop by to check on my fellow pack members? I'm hurt, Scott. I thought we were closer than that."
Scott eyes him with suspicion at that point which Peter has to give him, that's fair. Peter doesn't really do random social visits, and especially not in lingerie. The fact that Peter has an ulterior motive must be clear, even to a mind like Scott's. But he's counting on the fact that there's no way that Scott will be able to piece it together before he gets what he wants.
"Okay," Scott finally says, apparently ready to accept what Peter's provided as justification at face value. Or, rather, deciding that it's not the most important thing for him to know. "What's with the outfit, though?"
Now he's moving on to the more appropriate questions. "What," Peter asks, all faux-innocence, "You don't like it?"
"No!" Scott protests immediately. "No, it's uh, nice. Just not something I would've expected to see you in."
"See, that's the problem, Scott. There's simply so much that we don't know about each other!" Peter drops his hands to his thighs with a loud clap , then stands, moving closer to Scott, but not quite invading his space. Not just yet, anyway. "We're supposed to be a pack, and there's just so much that we don't know about each other. That's part of why I'm here - I want us to get to know each other better."
"And you decided to do that in lingerie?"
Peter smirks. "Well, this is something I wanted you to know about me . Look, feel how soft this is. I just love how it sits against my skin."
He takes Scott's hand with his own and leads it to the hem of the babydoll. He holds it there until Scott truly gets a good grip on the material, then leaves him to explore on his own. He doesn't move too much, but with the hem lifted, Scott can see the panties, and the mildly damp spot at the front of them, rather easily. He brushes his thumb against it as if to test and see if it's what he thinks it is, and Peter gives a full-body shudder at the contact.
He recovers quickly. This is still the seduction - he can't quite lose himself in all of it just yet. Soon enough, though, if the way that Scott's eyes are fixated on his damp panties is anything to go by.
"See? It's nice, isn't it."
"Yeah, nice," Scott mumbles in agreement, clearly lost in a daze, and Peter pats himself on the back in his mind. He's executing this perfectly .
"I'm even nicer under it, Scott. Do you want to see?"
Here, Scott hesitates. Peter can see the cogs spinning in his mind. To want that is gay, and Scott's not gay. But he wants it anyway, and that must be confusing. Peter slips the babydoll off, cups his chest and thumbs at his nipples. He moans a little, definitely exaggerated, but it does feel good. Scott's eyes are locked onto his bare chest. He's probably seen dozens of men shirtless, with school sports and all, but Peter knows how to make a show of it.
He shifts back toward the bed and palms himself, one arm stretched above his head. Peter makes sure not to bring his cock out - not yet, while Scott is still in this period of indecision. He doesn't protest the fact that Peter is laying in his bed in panties touching himself openly, though, and Peter counts that as a win. He's clearly already got Scott mostly on his side. He just needs a little more encouragement.
"You look uncomfortable, Scott. You're here, you're home, you should relax. Come on, get comfortable with me, hmm?"
Scott reaches for the hem of his shirt and shucks it easily enough, happy to take Peter's suggestion. He kicks off his shoes, and unbuttons his pants, but pauses at the zipper and doesn't pull them down just yet. His eyes seek out Peter's, and he doesn't say anything else, just smiles and gives a little nod. It's enough to get Scott's hands moving again, pulling down his zipper and then pulling his pants off entirely.
Peter's pleasantly surprised to see Scott already getting hard in his briefs, and pleased in general to see him in a nice pair of briefs instead of the ratty boxers he'd kind of expected. Scott's grown a bit since high school, it seems. In more ways than one.
He drops into the chair next to his own bed, which Peter is fine with for now. He would prefer Scott be on the bed with him, of course, but this is already a win. The fact that Scott hasn't thrown him out, and likely isn't going to at this point, is enough for him. Peter sits up just enough that he can still be comfortable in the bed, but it's easier to make eye contact with Scott. He's willing to make some concessions, of course, but he's going to make sure that Scott can look him in the eye for at least some of this. The connection is the whole point of this - just jacking off in the same room together isn't enough of a step to satisfy Peter.
Peter keeps touching himself through the panties for how, and arches an eyebrow at Scott. "C'mon, you can touch yourself too. It'll feel nice, you know that. We're all men here, it's nothing I haven't seen before."
Ever so cautiously, Scott lays a hand on top of his bulge and squeezes. It's like that one touch breaks the dam, and Scott gives in to how good the touch feels and really starts playing with himself. Peter nods, not pushing further, just working himself over and encouraging Scott to do the same just with his presence. He eventually dips his fingers into the waistband of the panties to collect some of his slick, and looks Scott right in the eyes as he then sticks those fingers in his mouth and sucks . He's not sure who moans louder - him, at the taste of himself, or Scott at the picture that he makes.
"Do you ever taste yourself, Scott?" Peter asks, and at the exact same time he pulls himself out of the panties fully, tucking the underwear behind his balls. Scott's eyes practically fly right to Peter's crotch, and he watches intently as Peter starts touching himself with a little more purpose behind it. Peter's perfectly happy that Scott's interested, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't want Scott to show him some respect and answer the question.
"Well, Scott?"
Scott shakes his head and refocuses on Peter's eyes, though his gaze keeps dropping back to Peter's crotch before he catches himself and looks back up. Peter makes a disappointed noise in his throat, but keeps up with touching himself. "That's a real shame. I bet you'd like it, if you tried it."
It's a suggestion. Peter's just putting the thought into Scott's head. If something comes of it, great, and it'll be wonderful material for Peter to jack off to. If nothing does, well, Peter's pretty sure he'll be able to make it happen regardless. Scott doesn't do anything right away, so Peter just keeps taking himself in hand, occasionally sucking on his fingers and getting things to be wetter.
"You must use lube, or lotion, or something at least. I've heard of people who like a little friction, but not that much. Just do what comes naturally to you, Scott. At least take your underwear off - I know you're not beating off with your fist in your underwear like a kid that's just figuring out what his dick is for."
This inspires action in Scott, luckily. He reaches over from his position in the chair towards his bedside table, putting him within Peter's reach. It's tempting, but he keeps his hands to himself. Scott only sticks around for long enough to grab his lube - and to Peter's surprise it's not KY, thank god - and retreat back to his chair. He doesn't take his underwear all the way off either, but given that he likely doesn't want to be bare-assed on his own chair, it makes sense. Instead, he tucks his underwear under his balls just like Peter did, and finally starts getting his hand wet and really touching himself.
Peter feels absolutely victorious, even if it's a relatively simple thing they're doing. It's not about the what - it's not going to be about the what with the others, either. It's about testing the boundaries, pushing, bringing them closer together. From that perspective, this is clearly a rousing success.
He talks a little, encouraging, but mostly Peter just enjoys himself. It wasn't too terribly difficult to get Scott in the mood and jacking himself off at all. He dressed up, let him touch him a little, and that was it. The potential for fun will grow beyond what he'll get from Scott, here, too. Peter's already thinking about Stiles, if he's honest, because he absolutely makes sense as Peter's next target. There's no way that Scott will keep this a secret from his best friend, and frankly Peter's counting on it.
Stiles likes to push, and he can imagine that there'll be more back and forth with him. Honestly, it gets Peter excited enough just thinking about it that he speeds up; gets himself really wet. The sound of skin on skin is loud and sloppy in the room, and Scott is making a breathy little sound that Peter would bet money that he has no idea is coming out of his mouth. He moans a little too, when something occasionally feels really good, but it's mostly just for show. Just to keep Scott engaged; a reminder that Peter is here, that Scott is getting off because of Peter.
It's that thought - that he's in complete control here, that he's the impetus for all of this and for everything yet to come - that has him genuinely moaning and coming into his fist. He draws it out, pinches at his tits, cups his balls, the works.
He had closed his eyes when he came, but he opens them now, blinking up at Scott through his lashes in a shameless way. Score - Scott's eyes are locked on him, the spurts of white on his fist and abs.
"Don't you want to come for me, Scott? It felt so good," Peter purrs, lazy with the remnants of his orgasm. Then, when there's no protest, he sinks to the floor on his knees in the space between the bed and the chair that Scott currently occupies. "I can help you feel good, if you'll let me."
He reaches towards Scott's cock, and when he meets no resistance once again, slicks his hand up further with his load and takes over jacking Scott off. Scott moans loud, and it's not something that Peter necessarily expected from him, but he delights in it regardless. Peter uses his other hand to guide Scott's around his own, and then they're jacking Scott off together.
There's going to be no hiding their combined scents from Scott's skin, though, and he doesn't seem to care at all. All he cares about right now is getting off, and Peter's getting him there. He can actually see as Scott's balls start to draw up, and he prepares himself for the inevitable.
Peter very deliberately aims Scott's cock at his face when it's clear that he can't control himself any longer, and he's not disappointed. He's honestly a bit of a comeslut; prefers to drink it down or take it in his ass if he has the option, but he thinks that this visual will be more effective for Scott. He can always lick it off of his fingers once Scott is done shooting, anyway. That'll probably drive him wild.
Scott's orgasm isn't as prolonged as his own, but it certainly seems to take more out of him. He watches Peter through lidded eyes as he scoops his come off of his face and licks it off of his fingers. Even though Scott's probably not fully enjoying the show, Peter decides to really make a production of it anyway. So he's enjoying himself and gloating a little bit in his victory - sue him.
It turns out that orgasming makes Scott entirely useless, so Peter is the one to trudge to his bathroom and get a warm cloth to clean them up. He cleans Scott's skin first, even though he's clearly the one who needs it more. He tosses the cloth to the side and makes a show of tucking himself back into his panties, then picking up the discarded babydoll with a sigh. He looks around, all faux-confusion, until Scott pulls himself together enough to ask, "What're you looking for?"
Peter heaves a sigh, as if he's deeply troubled, and not at all like he staged this entire thing. "Well, I don't have a bag with me. Maybe you can keep this here for me? It doesn't really go well under clothes, as I'm sure you can imagine."
Scott's eyes darken again, and there's a distant flash of arousal in the room, but then Scott's nodding. "Sure, you can leave it here for now."
"Thanks so much," Peter drawls, and then he drops it in Scott's lap, where his limp cock is still pulled out over his underwear. "This was a great check-in, Scott. We'll have to do this again sometime."
"Yeah," he agrees absently, as Peter dresses himself and heads for the door. "Yeah, we should."