#peterxisaac

[awritersdelight]

Snow Flake’s and Memories

Rating:T Summery:Isaac's seen snow three times in his life. Twice it brought him joy. Those memories will always bring him a bittersweet sort of joy but this last time? It brougth him something completely different.

Isaac read the text and then read it again. He’d been staring on and off at his cracked phone for the last hour trying to will himself to just hit send. It wasn’t like it was a lewd text or anything. In fact compared to some of the others - one in particular that led to the cracked screen in the first place - it was fairly innocent. Still this thing between them was new and this….this felt far more intimate than anything they’d done before.  With a shaky hand Isaac forced himself to hit send and not think about the reply.

[Txt zombie 🐺] teach me how to make beef cabbage wraps?

It wasn’t like Peter hadn’t offered to give him cooking lessons already. This was just him actually asking. It didn’t stop the jump in his heart when his phone chimed with a reply or the way he immediately read the reply. Of course it was a yes. Breathing out a sigh of relief Isaac quickly set up a time. He already had all the ingredients but looking up recipes made his head hurt and reading the instructions? Yeah no that only made it worse.

The next day Isaac found himself at Peter’s apartment. Face barely containing his smile as Peter opened the door. “Hey.”

“Hi.” Isaac kissed his quickly on the cheek before walking past Peter and into the kitchen. “You sure you don’t mind taking a break from your world domination plans to help me?”

“Oh I’m sure the world can wait another day.”

“Good.”

“First things first wash your hands.”

Peter watched Isaac closely. Fondly. Cooking looked good on the younger wolf and if he was able to make Isaac flustered by wiping off a spot of sauce with his finger then that was only an added bonus. As they finished the prep it started to snow and Isaac couldn’t help but to think back to the first time he saw snow.

Light white flakes floated down coating the ground. Isaac starred up wide eyed and in wonder. Everyone else around he was cheering and clapping and all he could do is focus on how pretty it was. His mother shared a smile with him and taught him how to make a snowman. After they’d gone inside and made hot chocolate.

Isaac’s first snow was nothing but good memories.

The second time Isac saw snow he was sitting by the window, swallowed whole by the overly large sweater he was currently wearing and watching it fall with a reverent sort of expression. He heard Peter walk in with groceries. Heard him put them up before Peter padded farther into the apartment. “No hello?” He teased. Isaac could imagine him crossing his arms.That smile on his lips. The one that was a borderline smirk but not quite. Not really. Not towards him.

Isaac continued to start out at the snow and wondered if he wished hard enough would his wish come true.

“Isaac?”

“Hm?”

Peter wrapped his arms around his boy and pulled him close, chin resting on Isaac’s shoulder. “You look a little cold.”

“I’m sure you’ll warm me up.” Though it lacked his normal teasing tone.

Peter inhaled his scent and held him closer. It took a while for Isaac to realize but they were moving. A small smile broke across his lips as Isaac turned in Peter’s arms to face him. “What are you doing?”

“Dancing.”

“There’s no music.”

“Swaying then.”

“There’s still no music.”

Peter sighed dramatically but smiled and kissed the top of Isaac’s head. Not always an easy feat. “The music is our hearts beating.”

“Oh.” Isaac closed his eyes and listened to their own private music. His own arms wrapping themselves around Peter’s neck. “It’s pretty.”

“It’s ours.”

“Yeah.” He agreed quietly. All theirs.

His first snow might have been filled with smiles and laughs and two people he’d never get to see again (his heart ached at the thought) but his first snow with Peter was just as good. If not better in some ways.

Isaac’s third snow was nothing like his first or second one. Now he sat by the window, swallowed whole by the overly large sweater he was currently wearing and watching it fall with a solemn expression. Any second now Peter would be back with some groceries. He’d heard him put them up before Peter would walk over to him, greeting him. “No hello?” He would teased. Isaac could picture that smile of his. The one that was a borderline smirk but not quite.

Isaac continued to start out at the snow and wondered if he wished hard enough would it come true. He closed his eyes and wished it was true. Wished for the warmth of Peter’s arms wrapped around him. Them swaying alone in the apartment again. Cooking whatever new receipt one of them finds.

The overpowering scent of sadness and stale air bring him back from the perfect world in his thoughts and memories. The slowly rotting fruit on the counter mocks him. The pictures on the walls pity him and no one dares bother him.

Isaac shutters, eyes red rimmed and cried out. There was still blood under his nails and a box he wasn’t supposed to know about hidden in the back of their shared closet.

Avenging him didn’t make the hole in his heart any smaller. Ache any less.

Isaac’s first snow was filled with smiles and laughter and so much joy it ached to think about.

This last one was filled with so much pain and sorrow it felt like he was drowning.

[isaacthedevil]

Isaac had decided he needed more than just a run to get his mind right. He was all over the place and losing focus at times, which for him was not good. He felt bad laying it all on Sterling too, he had enough to deal with he didn’t want to burden the other man who did so much for him already. And as much as he loved everyone in the club, he needed someone he could just be Isaac with and not be the SoA. So he scrolled through his phone and landed on someone he knew could be just that for him. He sent Peter a text to meet him at 7pm at the boxing gym.

Isaac showed up at the gym, a bag slung over his shoulder ready to blow off some steam. He got there early, ready to hit the bag a little while he waited for Peter show up. He taped his hands before finding his way to the bag, a one two punch and he could feel it building, another punch, another punch the intensity in face building with each hit.

@ltpeterdarden​

[mxm-writer]

Based on @otpprompts‘s prompt

http://otpprompts.tumblr.com/post/165318029174/person-a-comes-home-to-find-that-person-b

[iceicetomeetyou]

So that was definitely a yes. Peter got a little frantic as Isaac tried to leave, "Isaac, Isaac, please come back." Peter whined desperately, "I need to know where he went, I think I love him."

ranodo‌:

Issac slept for the whole night. Eventually he woke in the morning, he was back to a normal naked human and looked around in horror. He realized he had fucked his hot neighbor last night, he quickly ran out and jumped out the window he came in. He went back to his house and started to get dressed, periodically looking through his windows to spy on Peter.

      Peter woke up expecting to be sore, but it was only a little muscle ache. His pajamas were still shredded and even stained with blood where he’d been clawed, but there wasn’t a scratch on him. He started getting changed when he noticed the twink across the way watching him, “Hey, its Isaac, right. Did you notice anything strange last night?” Peter blushed a little, imagining this cute kid watching him get used like that. He pulled a pair of tight briefs on as he waited to see if Isaac would answer.

[fictionsofasasswolf-blog]

Force of Will | Teen Wolf

Chapter One; Anniversary

If anyone had told him twelve months ago that his first and only love would be almost twice his age, sarcastic, fierce yet gentle and the biggest closet cuddler alive, Isaac Lahey would have ripped them apart. Now? Well, as his let his eyes wander across the living room of the apartment he shared with his mate, he couldn’t imagine anything better. He wouldn’t change anything about his life. Except the constant nagging from Scott that Peter was going to kill him. Isaac knew better, he could feel it. Every time Peter looked at him, every kiss they shared, was true. He could sense it as easily as his inner wolf. He knew Peter loved him and him alone, and he knew that he himself would never be able to love anyone else. It was how wolves worked. He hadn’t been able to understand it at first, his unusual need to be around Peter and have the wolf’s attention, as no one was willing to explain it. So he’d turned to Peter; the oldest wolf of the pack. And it was the very person he’d longed for that helped him understand what they were. Isaac had whole-heartedly handed himself over to the bond he had with the older wolf, moving in with Peter almost overnight. Bringing himself from his musings, he looked down at the homework in his lap. Weekend homework, what a buzz kill. Senior year was a bitch. But, unlike when he’d been living with his father, his grades were almost perfect. Isaac was reminded by that thought that if it hadn’t been for the abuse his father had put him through that he would never have found his way here. Raising his eyes again, he watched as Peter cooked. Leaning back into the arm of the couch, he smiled. He needed to be here, he could feel it with every fiber of his being. It wasn’t some need for attention, as so many of his friends suspected. It was a subconscious choice, a need, to have Peter. And Peter had no problem giving Isaac anything, and Isaac couldn’t deny how much deeper he’d fallen in love the older wolf, something the wolf in Isaac encouraged with a fervor and delight. The teen looked away, blushing, as Peter turned, as if he could feel Isaac’s gaze on him from across the apartment.

“Is something wrong?” the older man inquired calmly, returning to finishing the omelets he’d been making. He didn’t understand why Isaac enjoyed them so much, but they were rather simple to make, and he didn’t mind tending to Isaac and the teen’s every need. Well, except one, which Peter wasn’t going to force on Isaac, no matter how much his inner wolf protested.

“Nothing,” Isaac said, looking at the math problem. Algebra was such a pain. “Just wondering why you never complain about cooking ever.”

“Isaac, I used to help cook for my entire family before they were murdered.” Peter said with ease. Certain aspects of their pasts had slowly become easier to talk about with each other. Like Peter’s temporary insanity after he broke the coma. Isaac’s near daily abuse from his father before Derek turned him and the kanima – Jackson – had killed the man. Peter gave a soft smile as he pulled the pan from the burner. “I can handle cooking for just the two of us.” He promised, sliding the omelet onto the plate and moving to set the plate on the raised countertop of the island. “Now come eat.” Giving Isaac an actual smile, he picked his mug up and sipped at the coffee.

Isaac smiled back with ease, setting the book and spiral aside to get up. Taking a spot at one of the stools, he picked up his fork with another smile at Peter. The smiles shared in this apartment, no matter where, were a secret. No one outside of the building ever saw them. It was something special for just he and Peter. Something that they shared with only each other and no other soul. Isaac actually liked it this way, that Peter alone could see him this happy. He ate quietly, and when he was finished, he scooted from the stool. Walking to the sink, he cleaned off the plate. As he was washing, he felt the familiar warmth of Peter’s arms encircle his waist and he leaned back into his wolf. “Can we stay in today?” he asked softly as he rinsed the plate and set it on the drainer. He closed his eyes as Peter kissed his neck, baring his neck. “I don’t feel much like going out.”

“Not even for dinner?” Peter asked, closing his eyes as he nuzzled the teen, his nose brushing along the younger wolf’s cheek. “Tonight is kind of special, after all.”

“Special?” Isaac thought aloud, tilting his head to look at the other wolf. “Special how?”

“Special in the fact that tonight marks the one year of you moving in.” Peter answered, resting his chin on Isaac’s shoulder casually.

Isaac blinked. Had it really been that long? Pausing to think, he gave a smile as he realized that Peter was right. He had, in fact, been living with Peter for a year. “Did you mark it on the calendar or something?” the younger beta teased, turning his head to kiss the other wolf. His response was a quiet shrug as the former alpha slowly released him. “Peter Hale, the sentimental type.” He said in a playful voice. “Who’d have thought?”

“I can be quite sentimental, Isaac. But no one bothers to know that because they keep me at twice arm’s length.” Peter explained, reaching out for the teen’s hand to interlace their fingers. “Unlike you, they prefer to see me as I was, not as I am.” He explained. Leaning down a little, he kissed the slender fingers of his mate before letting Isaac’s hand go and walking to the living room. “I had plans, but if you’re certain you want to stay in, that’s fine.”

Isaac wanted to huff. How was he supposed to know that Peter had made plans? And so close to the holidays? School only had another week before they were out for Christmas, which, per Derek’s orders, the entire pack was to attend a family dinner on Christmas day. Which to Isaac’s dismay meant listening to Scott whine to Erica about how much longer it would be until Isaac’s body turned up. Isaac was mentally tallying how many people Peter would inevitably end up cooking for that day. The two of them, Derek and Stiles, Erica and Scott, Jackson and Allison, Cora and Boyd, Lydia and Aiden, Danny and Ethan…maybe Stiles’ dad and Scott’s mom. The pack was a great deal larger than it originally was from what he understood. But cooking for 14 to maybe 16 people? Possibly more if Deaton and Morrell showed up. His mind going back to Peter’s comment, the wolf moved to sit beside Peter on the couch, tucking himself into Peter’s side. “What plans did you have exactly?” he asked.

Peter gave a shrug as his arm wrapped instinctively around his pup. “Some out of town stuff. Lunch, dinner, maybe a night away from everyone.” He mused quietly. “I know how much Scott’s been pestering you about us.” He kissed Isaac’s head.

A night away? Isaac couldn’t help but shiver. Maybe he could finally get Peter to give him what he wanted. Every time he tried, Peter would say he wasn’t ready. It was the one thing Isaac craved probably more than his wolf. It wasn’t just sex, it was so much more. Isaac wanted more than anything to finally be allowed to share even his body with the older wolf. He wanted it, damn near begged for it sometimes. As the thought of it crossed his mind, he leaned up enough to kiss the former alpha’s neck. HE smiled as Peter tilted his head to bare his neck, the teen lightly nipping at the warm flesh of his mate. Taking it as an encouraging sign when Peter didn’t stop him, he moved to straddle the older male. “I’ll go on one condition.” He said, not knowing if he should voice it or not. He watched Peter watch him for a long moment, and then a warm hand was on his cheek. Unable to help himself, he leaned into the touch, the warmth of the other wolf’s skin completely intoxicating to him. The wolf in him begged for more in his mind, clawing at him eagerly to have Peter and his wolf claim them. “Peter…” he murmured, eyes locking on the pale blue of the eyes of the man he loved above all else. When Peter tilted his head with a droll kind of look, Isaac whined. “Why?”

“Isaac, I won’t force it on you. Not ever.” Peter replied.

“You’re not forcing me, Peter.” Isaac said, leaning forward to rest his forearms on each shoulder as he pressed his forehead against Peter’s. “I want this. I want you.” He explained. His lips brushed against his mate’s, his eyes closed as he listened to Peter’s breathing, the sound of the wolf’s heart.

“Your birthday, Isaac.” The older wolf said, making the teen’s eyes open with a confused look. “I want to wait until your birthday.”

“That’s a month away!” Isaac protested with a whine.

Peter shrugged. “I wanted that birthday to be special.” He answered. “You’ve lasted this long, Pup.” Peter didn’t miss the shiver down Isaac’s spine. “Try to last another month? The first time you make love to your mate can literally drive you insane with the need to fully mate. Pack laws delegate I can’t do that until your nineteen.”

“But if you didn’t fully mate me, if it was just sex, could we?” Isaac asked.

Peter gave a nod. “But it’s very tricky, Isaac. Our bond is opened completely. If it isn’t done that first time, we’d both be miserable trying to fight it the rest of the time.” He explained.

Isaac actually pouted but looked down and nodded. “Alright, a month.” He conceded, although a part of him wondered if he could tempt Peter before then. Surely no one would know if they fully mated or not, right? “Where are we going?” he inquired, looking up at Peter.

The older wolf smiled. “The coast.” Peter answered. “Our hotel room looks out over the beach.”

Isaac gave a thoughtful look. Overlooking a beach, away from everyone else. No one to bother them at least for a night. He liked it. And maybe he could convince Peter to do at least something sexual. With a smile and a nod, he leaned in to kiss Peter. “Alright, let’s go.” He agreed, sliding from Peter’s lap before his eyes landed on the spiral. “Wait. Give me an hour to finish this algebra.” He groaned, his mood bummed a little that he’d forgotten about it.

[sasswolf-fictions-blog]

Force of Will; Chapter One

If anyone had told him twelve months ago that his first and only love would be almost twice his age, sarcastic, fierce yet gentle and the biggest closet cuddler alive, Isaac Lahey would have ripped them apart. Now? Well, as his let his eyes wander across the living room of the apartment he shared with his mate, he couldn’t imagine anything better. He wouldn’t change anything about his life. Except the constant nagging from Scott that Peter was going to kill him. Isaac knew better, he could feel it. Every time Peter looked at him, every kiss they shared, was true. He could sense it as easily as his inner wolf. He knew Peter loved him and him alone, and he knew that he himself would never be able to love anyone else. It was how wolves worked. He hadn’t been able to understand it at first, his unusual need to be around Peter and have the wolf’s attention, as no one was willing to explain it. So he’d turned to Peter; the oldest wolf of the pack. And it was the very person he’d longed for that helped him understand what they were. Isaac had whole-heartedly handed himself over to the bond he had with the older wolf, moving in with Peter almost overnight. Bringing himself from his musings, he looked down at the homework in his lap. Weekend homework, what a buzz kill. Senior year was a bitch. But, unlike when he’d been living with his father, his grades were almost perfect. Isaac was reminded by that thought that if it hadn’t been for the abuse his father had put him through that he would never have found his way here. Raising his eyes again, he watched as Peter cooked. Leaning back into the arm of the couch, he smiled. He needed to be here, he could feel it with every fiber of his being. It wasn’t some need for attention, as so many of his friends suspected. It was a subconscious choice, a need, to have Peter. And Peter had no problem giving Isaac anything, and Isaac couldn’t deny how much deeper he’d fallen in love the older wolf, something the wolf in Isaac encouraged with a fervor and delight. The teen looked away, blushing, as Peter turned, as if he could feel Isaac’s gaze on him from across the apartment.

“Is something wrong?” the older man inquired calmly, returning to finishing the omelets he’d been making. He didn’t understand why Isaac enjoyed them so much, but they were rather simple to make, and he didn’t mind tending to Isaac and the teen’s every need. Well, except one, which Peter wasn’t going to force on Isaac, no matter how much his inner wolf protested.

“Nothing,” Isaac said, looking at the math problem. Algebra was such a pain. “Just wondering why you never complain about cooking ever.”

“Isaac, I used to help cook for my entire family before they were murdered.” Peter said with ease. Certain aspects of their pasts had slowly become easier to talk about with each other. Like Peter’s temporary insanity after he broke the coma. Isaac’s near daily abuse from his father before Derek turned him and the kanima – Jackson – had killed the man. Peter gave a soft smile as he pulled the pan from the burner. “I can handle cooking for just the two of us.” He promised, sliding the omelet onto the plate and moving to set the plate on the raised countertop of the island. “Now come eat.” Giving Isaac an actual smile, he picked his mug up and sipped at the coffee.

Isaac smiled back with ease, setting the book and spiral aside to get up. Taking a spot at one of the stools, he picked up his fork with another smile at Peter. The smiles shared in this apartment, no matter where, were a secret. No one outside of the building ever saw them. It was something special for just he and Peter. Something that they shared with only each other and no other soul. Isaac actually liked it this way, that Peter alone could see him this happy. He ate quietly, and when he was finished, he scooted from the stool. Walking to the sink, he cleaned off the plate. As he was washing, he felt the familiar warmth of Peter’s arms encircle his waist and he leaned back into his wolf. “Can we stay in today?” he asked softly as he rinsed the plate and set it on the drainer. He closed his eyes as Peter kissed his neck, baring his neck. “I don’t feel much like going out.”

“Not even for dinner?” Peter asked, closing his eyes as he nuzzled the teen, his nose brushing along the younger wolf’s cheek. “Tonight is kind of special, after all.”

“Special?” Isaac thought aloud, tilting his head to look at the other wolf. “Special how?” “Special in the fact that tonight marks the one year of you moving in.” Peter answered, resting his chin on Isaac’s shoulder casually. Isaac blinked. Had it really been that long? Pausing to think, he gave a smile as he realized that Peter was right. He had, in fact, been living with Peter for a year. “Did you mark it on the calendar or something?” the younger beta teased, turning his head to kiss the other wolf. His response was a quiet shrug as the former alpha slowly released him. “Peter Hale, the sentimental type.” He said in a playful voice. “Who’d have thought?” “I can be quite sentimental, Isaac. But no one bothers to know that because they keep me at twice arm’s length.” Peter explained, reaching out for the teen’s hand to interlace their fingers.  “Unlike you, they prefer to see me as I was, not as I am.” He explained. Leaning down a little, he kissed the slender fingers of his mate before letting Isaac’s hand go and walking to the living room. “I had plans, but if you’re certain you want to stay in, that’s fine.” Isaac wanted to huff. How was he supposed to know that Peter had made plans? And so close to the holidays? School only had another week before they were out for Christmas, which, per Derek’s orders, the entire pack was to attend a family dinner on Christmas day. Which to Isaac’s dismay meant listening to Scott whine to Erica about how much longer it would be until Isaac’s body turned up. Isaac was mentally tallying how many people Peter would inevitably end up cooking for that day. The two of them, Derek and Stiles, Erica and Scott, Jackson and Allison, Cora and Boyd, Lydia and Aiden, Danny and Ethan…maybe Stiles’ dad and Scott’s mom. The pack was a great deal larger than it originally was from what he understood. But cooking for 14 to maybe 16 people? Possibly more if Deaton and Morrell showed up. His mind going back to Peter’s comment, the wolf moved to sit beside Peter on the couch, tucking himself into Peter’s side. “What plans did you have exactly?” he asked. Peter gave a shrug as his arm wrapped instinctively around his pup. “Some out of town stuff. Lunch, dinner, maybe a night away from everyone.” He mused quietly. “I know how much Scott’s been pestering you about us.” He kissed Isaac’s head. A night away? Isaac couldn’t help but shiver. Maybe he could finally get Peter to give him what he wanted. Every time he tried, Peter would say he wasn’t ready. It was the one thing Isaac craved probably more than his wolf. It wasn’t just sex, it was so much more. Isaac wanted more than anything to finally be allowed to share even his body with the older wolf. He wanted it, damn near begged for it sometimes. As the thought of it crossed his mind, he leaned up enough to kiss the former alpha’s neck. HE smiled as Peter tilted his head to bare his neck, the teen lightly nipping at the warm flesh of his mate. Taking it as an encouraging sign when Peter didn’t stop him, he moved to straddle the older male. “I’ll go on one condition.” He said, not knowing if he should voice it or not. He watched Peter watch him for a long moment, and then a warm hand was on his cheek. Unable to help himself, he leaned into the touch, the warmth of the other wolf’s skin completely intoxicating to him. The wolf in him begged for more in his mind, clawing at him eagerly to have Peter and his wolf claim them. “Peter…” he murmured, eyes locking on the pale blue of the eyes of the man he loved above all else. When Peter tilted his head with a droll kind of look, Isaac whined. “Why?” “Isaac, I won’t force it on you. Not ever.” Peter replied. “You’re not forcing me, Peter.” Isaac said, leaning forward to rest his forearms on each shoulder as he pressed his forehead against Peter’s. “I want this. I want you.” He explained. His lips brushed against his mate’s, his eyes closed as he listened to Peter’s breathing, the sound of the wolf’s heart. “Your birthday, Isaac.” The older wolf said, making the teen’s eyes open with a confused look. “I want to wait until your birthday.” “That’s a month away!” Isaac protested with a whine. Peter shrugged. “I wanted that birthday to be special.” He answered. “You’ve lasted this long, Pup.” Peter didn’t miss the shiver down Isaac’s spine. “Try to last another month? The first time you make love to your mate can literally drive you insane with the need to fully mate. Pack laws delegate I can’t do that until your nineteen.” “But if you didn’t fully mate me, if it was just sex, could we?” Isaac asked. Peter gave a nod. “But it’s very tricky, Isaac. Our bond is opened completely. If it isn’t done that first time, we’d both be miserable trying to fight it the rest of the time.” He explained. Isaac actually pouted but looked down and nodded. “Alright, a month.” He conceded, although a part of him wondered if he could tempt Peter before then. Surely no one would know if they fully mated or not, right? “Where are we going?” he inquired, looking up at Peter. The older wolf smiled. “The coast.” Peter answered. “Our hotel room looks out over the beach.” Isaac gave a thoughtful look. Overlooking a beach, away from everyone else. No one to bother them at least for a night. He liked it. And maybe he could convince Peter to do at least something sexual. With a smile and a nod, he leaned in to kiss Peter. “Alright, let’s go.” He agreed, sliding from Peter’s lap before his eyes landed on the spiral. “Wait. Give me an hour to finish this algebra.” He groaned, his mood bummed a little that he’d forgotten about it.

[iceicetomeetyou]

ranodo‌:

Issac continue using the other like the toy he was. Eventually his knot grew even bigger and he couldn’t pull out no matter how hard he tried, so he fell down ontop of Peter and fell asleep as he turret of cum filled Peter up so much his stomach started to bulge.

Peter’s face was buried in the wolf’s fur as he collapsed on him. Even if he wanted to complain about being left on his dick like living jewelry Peter was muffled and struggling to breathe through the musky, cum-covered thick fur of his chest. Eventually he managed to get to sleep despite the painful strech of his ass and weight above him.

[awritersdelight]

You, Me and the Banana Make Three

Rated: M Summery: Homework's never been fun, even worse on an empty stomach. Isaac tries to concentrate on his studies but hey he's a growing boy and growing boys need their food. Especially milk. Every growing teen werewolf boy needs their milk.

"When’s dinner?" Such an innocent question that Peter didn’t bother looking up from the book he was reading. 

"In a bit." Was his answer. He could hear Isaac grumbling from the kitchen table he was currently hunched over about how that wasn’t a real answer. "How’s your homework coming?"

"Slow." 

Isaac rolled his eyes and after trying to solve a problem for the third time, and coming up with a completely different answer for it again, he pushed the chair back in a huffed and began wondering around the kitchen. There had to be something for him to snack on! Even if Peter was a little bit of a health nut and didn’t keep junk food -unless Isaac asked him in a certain way- there was always something. 

A few minutes later Peter looked up curiously. Isaac was being awfully quiet and when the pup was hungry he was anything but. Peter nearly dropped his book. Isaac was nibbling on a banana with a look of pure concentration on his face as he worked on whatever trivial assignment he’d been assigned

Growling softly he watched as the pup fiddled with the damn piece of fruit. Honestly he didn’t know how the boy managed to keep it from breaking for so long and when it finally did Peter felt himself let out a breath of relief. 

Standing he wondered over to the kitchen with every intent of actually starting dinner because really if the boy was going to act like that then he might as well give him what he wanted in the first place. 

Turning to ask the boy what he wanted to eat, Peter found himself at a loss of words. At some point when his back was turned Isaac had finished peeling the banana and was now sucking on the rest of it, a majority in his mouth and clearly outlined by his cheek. Dear god did he even realize he was moving it back and forth or was he that absorbed in his work?

"Peter?" Isaac was looking at him with a concern and almost abruptly Peter realized he’d been staring long enough for him to finish the blasted banana off. A flicker of realization passed through his eyes. "Hey Peter what’s for dinner?" He asked in faux innocents walking until there was no longer any distance between the two of them.

"Hmmm I haven’t decided."

"Yeah? I have an idea." A smile.

"And what might that be."

Isaac leaned in close like he was going to kiss the older man but changed directions at the last minute and sunk to his knees. “I was thinking desert first; banana split.”

Peter groaned as warm breath hit the front of his jeans and nimble fingers worked quickly to push them down past his thighs. Just enough to get at what he really wanted. And did Isaac every want it.

He didn't waste any time grabbing a hold of the thick cock in front of him, eyes narrowing to just it. Flicking his wrist, in just the manner Peter liked, Isaac kept his grip loose, fingers splayed wide.

Peter grunted, eyes flashing blue in warning. Even if Isaac was the one who instigated it he was the one who was in charge. That didn't stop Isaac from whimpering, his own eyes glowing gold. 

"Isaac." 

"Hmm." Isaac hummed nuzzling the older man's inner thigh before moving farther up. Lips ghosted across the fast hardening flesh. 

"Do you plan on staring at it all even?"

"Maybe." He tightened his grip, blowing lightly on the head before slowly sucking it into his mouth. His tongue trailed over the pulsing cock, dragging his teeth over the sensitive head with just the right about of pressure. 

Hips shifted, sinking farther into that warm, hot mouth and hands entangled themselves into curly blond hair. "Relax." He ordered, tugging on those curls. He didn't wait to start fucking the boy’s face at a fast and brutal pace. And if Isaac's moaning was anything to go buy he was enjoying it just as much. 

"Such a good boy taking all that cock. Good boy Isaac." He crooned pulling Isaac off his cock and up in a deep kiss, tongue sliding past his gasping lips and devouring his boy's lips. 

"Ah, Peter!" 

"You know my rule, Isaac." He purred against bruised and red lips. God it was a good look on him. Peter's cock jumped at the sight. "Not in the kitchen."

"Please?"

"No." He growled before pushing Isaac back to his knees. Isaac wasted no time in taking Peter back into his mouth, relaxing his jaw until there was no more to take in. "No hands." The older beta reminded with a sharp tug. Isaac moaned around the cock in his mouth, sucking vigorously. His own hips rutted against the air, desperate for friction. "Be a good boy and don't cum before I tell you too. You want to be a good boy for me, don't you Isaac? Hmm? My good boy. My beta." Sinfully beautiful moans filled the kitchen and sent shock after shock of pleasure up Peter's spine.

He could feel his orgasm closing in. Another well placed sharp tug was all the warning he needed to give Isaac before the boy started swallowing around his pulsing cock. "Isaac." He hissed, shooting his load down the all too willful throat.

Panting he slowly uncurled his fingers from the blond curls and stroked the hair gently. "Swallow for me, Isaac. That's a good boy." Peter watched with avid interested as the young wolf's adam apple bobbed a few times before licking his bruised lips.

"Such a good boy for me." Peter helped Isaac to his knees and kissed him softly. 

"I was a good boy Peter. Please, can I cum?" Isaac's voice broke, eyes wide and lustful. Who was Peter to deny his boy anything, especially when he asked so nicely?  

"Of course. Let me help you." Popping the button on his jeans, Peter grabbed Isaac and started a quick pace. It wasn't long before Isaac was digging claws into Peter's forearms, moaning, thursting and growling his way through an orgasm of his own. "Good boy Isaac. So proud of you." He murmured against the spent boy’s neck, nipping slightly.

"T-thank....you..." Isaac panted, completely blissed out. 

"Ah ah ah, not so fast. You're forgetting your clean up."

"Hmmm?" Isaac blinked, trying to finger out what Peter meant before it clicked in place. "Oh." A devious smile quickly worked its way onto that angelic like face. 

With deliberate movements Isaac brought Peter's cum covered hand to his mouth and slowly licked it clean. He paid extra special attention to each and every digit, sucking them into his mouth, tongue wrapping around them before nipping at the tips once he was done. 

It was enough to get Peter hard again, a fact Isaac knew all too well.

"Bedroom. Now."

"Wha-?"

"You'll be waiting in the bedroom until dinner is ready. Don't come out until I call."

"But my homework's out here! What am I supposed to do in there?"

"Don't test me Isaac. Go. Now." He waited until the bedroom door was slammed shut. He could here Isaac huffing and curing under his breathe. "I never said you couldn't be productive. I'm sure you'll find something creative enough to do with all the things you bought last weekend when I was away."

A loud "shit" echoed from their room. Peter didn't need to see Isaac's face to know it was a lovely shade of red. 

"Try not to have too much fun without me." He called before walking over to the skin to wash his hands. After all there was still dinner to be made.

[iceicetomeetyou]

Peter grabbed the boy's shoulders, "Please Isaac, tell me which way he went, I'll do anything." He noticed the way his fingers tingled where he touched Isaac and that his cock was rock hard but he assumed it was excitement over getting close to finding his wolf.

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Issac slept for the whole night. Eventually he woke in the morning, he was back to a normal naked human and looked around in horror. He realized he had fucked his hot neighbor last night, he quickly ran out and jumped out the window he came in. He went back to his house and started to get dressed, periodically looking through his windows to spy on Peter.

      Peter woke up expecting to be sore, but it was only a little muscle ache. His pajamas were still shredded and even stained with blood where he’d been clawed, but there wasn’t a scratch on him. He started getting changed when he noticed the twink across the way watching him, “Hey, its Isaac, right. Did you notice anything strange last night?” Peter blushed a little, imagining this cute kid watching him get used like that. He pulled a pair of tight briefs on as he waited to see if Isaac would answer.

[iceicetomeetyou]

"Fuck, is that Venom again?" He reached back to feel the wolf's massive jaws, "No too hairy and too... muzzley. Is that a word?" He squeezed his ass around the inhumanly large dick inside him.

@iceicetomeetyou

Issac was lost in his head. He smelt someone so beautiful that he was just following the smell. He climbed into a window and saw a man on his bed, Issac crawled over to him and held him down as he thrust into his ass.