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Fucking Stiles. This was all his goddamn fault. Derek glared up at the spark as best he could while licking his way up the younger males horse cock. That was not a euphemism.
Scott groaned where he was trapped under his best friend, stuck worshipping the sparks hole and his fat, swollen horse balls.
Derek rolled his eyes as he stuck the weirdly ridged cock into his mouth, barely able to stretch around it because whatever Stiles had done to him. He was pretty sure he could stretch as much as need, otherwise it would be impossible for Scott's cock to be fucking his urethra right now.
"Fucckkk, yeaahh. Jus'- jus' like 'at Sshcottyy..." Stiles slurred drunkenly. "Der- pleas-hic-mhh yyeeahh..."
Derek wanted to roll his eyes but he could barely keep them open as his lips met the ridge halfway down Stiles's equine cock. He was gagging and coughing and his nose was spewing up salty cocksnot all over what he couldn't reach. Not to mention the blinding painpleasurepainheaven that was Scott's length stretching out his pisshole. The younger wolf couldn't move much under the combined weight of Stiles and himself so it was up to Derek to force his hips down and accept Scott's punishing girth till the fat head was pushing down on an impossibly tight hole that refused him entry.
Derek was overcome with the urge to piss and cum and puke Stiles's precum back up but was stuck (by his own volition) on two huge cocks. His only saving grace was that Scott's already huge cock hadn't doubled in size like Stiles's had. No, Scott's cock stayed relatively the same except it was red and angry looking and decidedly canine considering the giant fucking knot trying to rape its way into Derek piss slit.
Derek's hole was twitching like crazy when he felt Stiles hands on his head, trying to force Derek further down on his impossible length. This was fucking ridiculous, the spark had already been huge before this mishap.
Derek was losing consciousness but even so he bucked back when he felt someone climb onto his back, a fat cock rubbing his hungry, twitching hole. He really wished he could stay awake for the abuse his body sure to be suffering so he could at least get some hot jerk off material when things went back to normal, but it was looking he wasn't even allowed that.
Fucking Stiles.