Something about this was epically unfair. Any other girl that made an offer like that - that he knew and liked and could at least be friends with, like Heather or Lydia, even if one of those was dead and other was a banshee and still didn't like him like that even now that she was actually talking to him - well, just about any other girl making the offer would have excited him and he'd be more than willing. The thing with Maya was the whole... siren thing, mythological girls that seduced men to their deaths and all.
Minor details, a voice in the back of his head told him. Besides, Maya was right - he'd done so much worse than date a girl who could kill him if she wanted - like nearly getting himself or his dad killed, helping Scott take out Derek's crazy uncle, for all the good that did, breaking and entering, temporarily dying and going insane... All typical things to deal with when your best friend is a werewolf, though, right?
Outwardly, he stared at Maya with a flat look, though if she knew him well enough yet, his eyes clearly showed that he was weighing his options here. On the one hand, he was very tempted, but on the other, he'd lose all street cred when it comes to dating deadly women. But that was the point of the ballgag.
Well. All things considered...
"You are not making this easy for me, you know that?"
"I'm not even using my powers on you, this is just a girl who's really bored who wants to fool around," Maya figured he was debating the offer. Not that all boys think about sex, just that Stiles matched that cliche pretty well. Most boys didn't know what she was, so the feathers were a problem if they weren't properly encouraged.
He was probably having the same old debate he always had over this. She's a hot willing consenting party, but she could probably lead him to death, or betray Scott, or whatever else he worries about. It was bored now, she was bored with that. "And since you're so worried I'm a dangerous monster, even if your best friends with a werewolf and would in a heartbeat have sex with that banshee, I keep that ballgag so you can be absolutely sure I'm not in your head."
"Plus, it helps to take a step back from a problem and come at it fresh after doing someone else."
Eyes narrowed, Stiles continued to frown for a moment. It was annoying how much sense it made, and he was tempted to say no purely out of spite. He kind of had a thing about manipulation, after the whole deal with Nogitsune.
But finally, rolling his eyes, Stiles heaved a sigh and threw his hands in the air helplessly. "Fine! Fine. Whatever. Just give me the stupid ballgag before I change my mind."
Maya slipped off the desk and rummages through her bag, far too pleased with herself. Coming out with a ballgag on a simple leather strap, the gag is pink. And honestly, Maya wouldn't be trying so hard if Stiles just said yes earlier. "So..." Maya put herself into Stiles's lap, kissing him, "Wanted to do that while I can. And ask, on your bed, the desk, right here?"
Maya, with all her subtlety and grace, ground into his crotch. She put the ballgag around her neck like a necklace first, still looking just happy to get to play. But the look faltered for a moment, "...If I snap my fingers twice, it means stop. For, you know, in case." Maya fluffed her hair over the strap as she secured it into place. Then slipped her shirt off over her head. Your move now, Mr. thing about manipulation.
It was beyond easy to see how self-satisfied Maya was, now that he'd given in, and Stiles couldn't help but feel irritated about it. Another round, lost - depending on how you looked at it, that is, because on the other hand, he, a virgin, was about to get laid.
Scott's going to hate him later.
Not his problem. There was a girl on his lap, kissing him, deliberately grinding into him, oh God, there is no way that qualified as fair. Taking a breath to try and steady himself, Stiles managed to say, "I, uh - t-the bed might be... easier."
O-oh, shirt off. That was... Okay, that was good. He pursed his lips tightly as he looked down at her, no trace of shame on his face, only hesitation. And then he was shaking himself out of it as a thought occurred to him, and he looked up, mouth open.
"I, um. I don't have any, uh..." Condoms. He didn't have any condoms. Maybe if he'd had a little warning, but it's not like he'd expected her to show up in his room after school with a ballgag of all things and just start undressing. Granted, she'd still had her shirt on when the bra came off, but that was beside the point.
Maya rolled her eyes, and looked a little huffy, but the look was a bit muted by the gag. She didn't get out of his lap as she twisted over to the desk to scribble on a piece of paper.
I'm on the pill. There were a few too many near misses due to the whole accidentally lust provoking thing.
She raised an eyebrow as she let him read and then got up and, after a quick look to confirm how much effect she was having, started toward his bed, wiggling out of her shorts as she went. Then the panties came off as she was sitting on the edge and she took her time with the motion to make sure that Stiles watched the entire thing.
O-Oh. Did she really have to move like that, just for a piece of paper...? Though, not gonna lie, the friction did some great things to him.
"Oh, ah, okay. Yeah, I can... I can see that," he said, nodding. Oh, and she was totally doing that little wiggle thing on purpose - he's about to have sex with a complete jackass of a siren; what was his life? He could only sit there watching her for a moment before he jerked his eyes away, struggling to get his own shirt off before he did something stupid, like forget or just keep staring at the show she was giving him.
Well, the shorts were pretty tight, wiggling was the best way to get out of them. Anything other than that? Bonus. It was definitely a slightly different thrill, only wearing the ballgag. She definitely had his complete attention, it was cute how he tried to keep some semblance of dignity.
She got up off the bed and looked Stiles right in the eyes. Then, so subtly, undid the front of Stiles's pants, reached in and gently started to rub him. Slow, methodical, and not breaking eye contact. Like she was daring him to make a move.
And she's still a better choice than anything Derek's done.
The shirt was finally off, tossed to the floor carelessly, and then he was back to staring blatantly. She wasn’t even doing the siren thing, but she didn’t have to; she was right, in that he was still a virgin suffering from pretty freaking high levels of lust sometimes, and he definitely did not want to die without having sex at least once. Besides, even if she was a siren, Stiles still liked Maya. She wasn’t Lydia, but Lydia was basically a goddess in human form and would probably never give him the time of day like this and although he was still besotted with her, even he knew there was a point where you had to just move on.
Maya, for her part, had some very enticing curves, especially naked, wow. And the way she looked at him - if she hadn’t been wearing the ballgag, it would have set him on edge, but at least now, he had insurance on that point. Still, when she started undoing his pants, his lips parted in surprise, and he started to protest, “I - I can… do tha…” His voice trailed off halfway through the word, turning into a quiet gasp that had his mouth dropping and eyes closing.
“O-Or you can do it,” Stiles corrected himself, voice light. “That - That’s fine, too.”
One of those things Maya's been aware of is where people's attentions are. It was just a natural trait of sirens, she guessed, she knew when guys were checking her out, when girls were waiting for a guy to call, guys smitten by girls that will never see them. So she was aware that when she had Stiles without Lydia, he was interested. And if Lydia was around, Maya suddenly was invisible. But she didn't carry any grudge, she couldn't sense much interest being returned, so she wasn't hurting either of them if she made a move. And if Lydia was the type of girl to get mad that Stiles found someone else, that's even worse.
Maya's eyes were smiling as she broke Stiles's ability to talk with her efforts she stepped in close to him and pressed her face into his neck and shoulder. She wanted very much to kiss him right now but that wasn't really an option as things stood. It was unfortunate, but until he trusted his own feelings enough she didn't need her gag in.
Her free hand moved his pants and boxers down his legs as she gently pumped his shaft, stopping occasionally to run her thumb over the head. She glanced up at him and flicked her eyes over to the bed hoping he was aware enough to see the suggestion. Not that she had much problem continuing right then and there.
It took Stiles a moment or three to adjust, getting used to the way her hands moved on him. How did she even - no, nevermind. He didn't want to know. He'd just take a minute to enjoy it without worrying about it for once. At least, ballgag and all, this was still a better decision than some of Derek's past girlfriends.
Why was he even thinking about Derek's ugly mug when there was a hot girl with her hand on his...?
Biting his lip, Stiles took a breath and opened his eyes, suddenly realizing that all that stood between him and his birthday suit were a pair of socks, and promptly stepped out of them. Maya, on the other hand, was already there, and he tentatively put his hands on her waist, a little unsure of what to do with himself at the moment. Let her keep going? Or... He eyed the bed, glancing at her when she moved and made her own thoughts clear.
"Yeah, bed," he agreed, nodding emphatically and pushing her back toward it.
Maya looked more than a little pleased Stiles had decided to play too. That he was just enjoying the activity without getting stuck on so many details it all falls apart. His hands finding their way to her. Even if he wasn't entirely sure of what he was doing.
Not that Maya was much better before a few... issues, with her powers.
She rather unceremoniously fell back onto the bed with his urging, she bounced... mostly because she's not very weighty. Once she was situated, legs parted, inviting. Her hand made its way back to Stiles's body, starting exactly where it left off before they made it to the bed.
As for her other hand, she was using it to make her designs abundantly clear for Stiles to process. By taking Stiles's hand giving it a gentle squeeze, and putting it right over a light coating of blonde pubic hair.
Truth be told, a large part of his mind was freaking out about the details - where to put his hands, what parts of her he's allowed to touch, what will feel best for her and for him, and the way her hand was making it very hard to focus on getting this right...
Because the first time was supposed to be a big deal, right? Stiles didn't want to mess it up somehow by fumbling or doing the wrong thing or hurting her somehow.
He let out a shaky breath as she moved his hand, clearly nervous as he moved it down as if to test the figurative waters of what was good here. It was only a light touch at first, but once he felt her folds beneath his fingers, he couldn't resist the temptation to go a little further, and the movement as he slid his hand between them ended up rough, and a bit jerky. Maybe no the best thing, he thought to himself, but god, he liked how it felt.
And well, why they're here, he might as well see what else he (they) liked, and put his hand on her chest, at least trying to be more gentle as he pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
Maya would agree about the first time thing, but her first time was rushed, unplanned, and in the back seat of a car... that they broke into to have a place to do it. Thank you powers and poor decision making. She arched slightly as his fingers explored. Generally enjoying the feeling but wishing she could urge him to do more. Sadly, such desires couldn't be voiced at the moment.
The more obvious and prominent reaction was when he pinched her nipple. Her free hand gripped the sheets rather noticeably as she pushed her chest forward at the sensation. Her hand, meanwhile, stroked up and down his shaft, only stopping occasionally to fondle his balls just to see what he was into. Exploring him to see what his desires were in much the same way. She just... had a bit more practice, but mostly with men who would gladly tell her anything she asked due to her powers in the mix.
Maya adjusted the hand awkwardly fondling between her legs so his fingers were actually on the right mark. She had to do it manually as she couldn't offer any... pointers, not with her current wardrobe choices. Still, she nodded encouragingly at Stiles when she was fairly sure his brain could focus enough to see her (meaning when she wasn't actively jacking him off).
Okay, so, nipples were good. Good, because he liked those. And playing with them. And the way she was playing with him - god, did she know how to…
Distract him.
Nothing out of the ordinary there, though her hand adjusting his so he hit the right spot pulled him back out of that. Stiles wanted to be make sure Maya was enjoying it, too, so he eagerly moved the way she silently suggested, registering her nod with a little smile at the corner of his mouth. His thumb, while unoccupied, brushed over her outer folds while he tried hooking his fingers a tiny bit, seeing if that would make a difference.
Distracting Stiles simply happened to be the most fun she could have until she learned to control her powers. Trying to pronounce his first name got old fast. His fingers exploring her... she was fairly sure that wouldn't get old anytime soon. In fact, she was enjoying herself so much she just stretched back and stopped distracting Stiles, let him explore a bit unburdened by her hands on sensitive parts of him for a little while.
She just lay back stretched out, somehwhat catlike in her way. She couldn't let him know verbally when he hit the right point, but her body was doing a good job of moving in ways to show how... pleased, she was with his efforts and exploration.
So far so good - he hadn't screwed anything up irreparably yet, or hurt her or anything. Or if he had, she didn't mind, but apparently she had this whole... weird S&M thing going, with the ballgag - or was that just for him? Probably just for him, now that he thinks about it, paranoia and all. Where'd she get one in bright pink, anyway?
Stiles gave himself a mental shake, trying to focus. It got considerably easier when she pulled her hand away and laid back, letting him do his thing with his hands, at least before he actually looked at her, and... Damn, her boobs looked really... Maybe he could just... Neither of his hands stopped what they were doing as he considered it, but eventually Stiles leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth, going over it with his tongue. If hands were good, he figured, why shouldn't that be?
Asking how Maya can find anything she wants in the weird pastel pinks and baby blues she seems to constantly wear is just a terrible pandora's box to open. Probably best she isn't thinking to hard to answer things, and the muffled noises she make aren't very... coherent. They definitely suggest Stiles is doing pretty well with this, the message was all too clear.
The key difference was control, Stiles, for all his paranoid second guessing and thoughts Maya would kill him after like a preying mantis, was thinking with a bit more of his brain than most of Maya's accidental partners. Maya doesn't like to get all commanding, so she lets them set the pace, which is a lot less enjoyable than this, other than flood of lust off of the partner.
So a tongue on her boob was different, good, but different. She Mostly it helped that his hands were still... occupying her attention, as much as they were occupied. It was a little unfair she couldn't return any of that, but she'll make up the interest once he's okay trusting her with her powers. She made it very clear how much she enjoyed his mouth where it was by raking her fingers through his hair, which also suggested he shouldn't move his head away.
Hands in his hair - yes, good. He definitely liked that, and he liked where he was positioned, so moving probably wasn’t going to happen, at least not for a minute or two. Stiles, of course, was always excited to take anything a step further, if he thought of it success so far, and that wasn’t changing today. Rolling his tongue over her nipple again, he gave it an experimental nip, gently pulling it between his teeth.
Maya threw her head back at that little trick, and Stiles won't see it while he's so occupied, but there was enough energy to it Maya's glasses are now crooked. He can feel her breath hitch, he's close enough to her chest that he should be able to feel her heart race too. Maya sighed into her gag, this was definitely worth doing, and almost worth the wait.
Maya glanced through the lens more or less over an eye and tried to use her legs to pull Stiles closer. Well, that would be inaccurate, she was trying to pull a certain part of Stiles closer to a certain part of her, by wrapping her legs around his body. Hopefully he'll take the hint, because while foreplay is nice it isn't the main attraction. Which, for a being that's pretty keyed in on sex, lust, and desire, is a lot more interesting.
He almost lost his balance when she did that, mouth letting go of her breast with a quiet pop and as he tried to catch himself before his full weight fell on her. Not that it was that much for a guy his size - he was still pretty scrawny for his age, and an athlete, too, but somehow falling on her like that didn't exactly strike him as the sexiest thing to do right now.
With her legs around him, pulling him closer to a very, ah, interesting place, he found his mouth at her neck instead, and took full advantage of it, kissing and biting in turns because it was there, and that's what you're supposed to do. Still, it couldn't last for long, because Stiles can practically feel her already, so after a few moments of playing around, he had to shift, slipping a hand between them to make sure he's positioned right - which was apparently harder than it sounded, at least the first time around. It took a bit of doing, but finally he was at her entrance, taking a moment to admire how she felt against just the tip of him, not even the full thing yet, and that was it. He had to take the plunge, literally, and with few silent words of encouragement for himself, he took a breath and did it.
It wasn't neither fast or slow, but something in-between, like he was still trying to figure out what to do with himself. He nearly stopped halfway, suddenly overwhelmed with sensation, but managed to keep it to a pause until he was all the way inside of her, and that's when Stiles did stop. He was leaning over her, arms to either side as he tried to steady his breathing as he got used to the feeling. It was... good, definitely good, and he kind of wished he'd done this way sooner, but seeing as his only options were a hand or (only recently) a freaking siren, he still felt he was kind of justified in being paranoid, especially knowing Derek's history with supernatural ladies.
Eventually, he nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. I see your point. I totally needed help unwinding."
Maya did her best not to giggle when Stiles nearly fell over... then remembered her gag, then giggled anyway. He can't hear her and it was cute. Especially since he didn't actually fall on her, cause no matter how scrawny he was she was still smaller. Who knew a ballgag would make communication easier?
Stiles knew exactly what she wanted, after all.
Well... almost, he then started to tease her, not that she was surprised, exactly. His first time, not her's... but it was her first time with someone taking it slow. Which was... Maya was both hating it and enjoying it all at once, she wanted to get to the part she knew was fun. But... feeling his desires mixed with everything else was a different kind of fun. Letting her be slightly surprised when he finally made his move. Then... he stopped, it was, still very nice.
Maya's eyes smiled as he spoke, and brushed her fingertips across Stiles's jawline. Now he was seeing it her way, and she only had to use her power of having tits. Then she squeezed her legs together, which effected other parts of her when she did it. Hopefully he got the message as to what she wanted.
His breath faltered when she squeezed her legs, the movement doing some extremely interesting things from the inside. It was probably the best encouragement she could offer, ballgag and all, and he took to it without hesitation, the constant stream of energy from his ADHD keeping him going. He wanted to keep that feeling going, and the most obvious way was to start moving, so move he did. It's not smooth, not exactly easy, and maybe the first time he pulls back a little too far and has to reposition and start again, but it's not... bad, at least not for him.
Maya hoped that Stiles didn't take this as a blow against his activities, because his efforts, while a bit rough and erratic, were doing the job. But she was far more aware of what she liked than he was. So she moved one hand between them and started to play with herself. Just... to add to the event.
Maya's motions were far less erratic, she stretched and arched into the various pleasures in single fluid motions. Lost in the enjoyment of the activity, moaning into her gag. The motions of her stretching pushing her into his thrusts, but their timing isn't quite synced up.
He noticed it, but wasn't offended - more curious than anything. Stiles almost stopped to experiment with it, and his hand had wandered close before he could think to stop it, but he reminded himself what they’re doing here and kept moving instead.
Definitely a worthy sacrifice, if you ask him, because god, it felt great. Maya clearly knew what she was doing - not that he'd thought she wouldn't or anything, with the stories she'd told them about. It was obvious from them, and... maybe from the way she acted with him, that she wasn't exactly the Virgin Mary anyway, some innocent blushing girl who hadn't even had a Sex Ed class. They weren't exactly moving together, just a beat or so off, but even so, she knew exactly the way to move to make him groan, and surprisingly, Stiles found that he loved it.
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Minor details, a voice in the back of his head told him. Besides, Maya was right - he'd done so much worse than date a girl who could kill him if she wanted - like nearly getting himself or his dad killed, helping Scott take out Derek's crazy uncle, for all the good that did, breaking and entering, temporarily dying and going insane... All typical things to deal with when your best friend is a werewolf, though, right?
Outwardly, he stared at Maya with a flat look, though if she knew him well enough yet, his eyes clearly showed that he was weighing his options here. On the one hand, he was very tempted, but on the other, he'd lose all street cred when it comes to dating deadly women. But that was the point of the ballgag.
Well. All things considered...
"You are not making this easy for me, you know that?"
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He was probably having the same old debate he always had over this. She's a hot willing consenting party, but she could probably lead him to death, or betray Scott, or whatever else he worries about. It was bored now, she was bored with that. "And since you're so worried I'm a dangerous monster, even if your best friends with a werewolf and would in a heartbeat have sex with that banshee, I keep that ballgag so you can be absolutely sure I'm not in your head."
"Plus, it helps to take a step back from a problem and come at it fresh after doing someone else."
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But finally, rolling his eyes, Stiles heaved a sigh and threw his hands in the air helplessly. "Fine! Fine. Whatever. Just give me the stupid ballgag before I change my mind."
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Maya, with all her subtlety and grace, ground into his crotch. She put the ballgag around her neck like a necklace first, still looking just happy to get to play. But the look faltered for a moment, "...If I snap my fingers twice, it means stop. For, you know, in case." Maya fluffed her hair over the strap as she secured it into place. Then slipped her shirt off over her head. Your move now, Mr. thing about manipulation.
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Scott's going to hate him later.
Not his problem. There was a girl on his lap, kissing him, deliberately grinding into him, oh God, there is no way that qualified as fair. Taking a breath to try and steady himself, Stiles managed to say, "I, uh - t-the bed might be... easier."
O-oh, shirt off. That was... Okay, that was good. He pursed his lips tightly as he looked down at her, no trace of shame on his face, only hesitation. And then he was shaking himself out of it as a thought occurred to him, and he looked up, mouth open.
"I, um. I don't have any, uh..." Condoms. He didn't have any condoms. Maybe if he'd had a little warning, but it's not like he'd expected her to show up in his room after school with a ballgag of all things and just start undressing. Granted, she'd still had her shirt on when the bra came off, but that was beside the point.
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I'm on the pill. There were a few too many near misses due to the whole accidentally lust provoking thing.
She raised an eyebrow as she let him read and then got up and, after a quick look to confirm how much effect she was having, started toward his bed, wiggling out of her shorts as she went. Then the panties came off as she was sitting on the edge and she took her time with the motion to make sure that Stiles watched the entire thing.
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"Oh, ah, okay. Yeah, I can... I can see that," he said, nodding. Oh, and she was totally doing that little wiggle thing on purpose - he's about to have sex with a complete jackass of a siren; what was his life? He could only sit there watching her for a moment before he jerked his eyes away, struggling to get his own shirt off before he did something stupid, like forget or just keep staring at the show she was giving him.
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She got up off the bed and looked Stiles right in the eyes. Then, so subtly, undid the front of Stiles's pants, reached in and gently started to rub him. Slow, methodical, and not breaking eye contact. Like she was daring him to make a move.
And she's still a better choice than anything Derek's done.
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Maya, for her part, had some very enticing curves, especially naked, wow. And the way she looked at him - if she hadn’t been wearing the ballgag, it would have set him on edge, but at least now, he had insurance on that point. Still, when she started undoing his pants, his lips parted in surprise, and he started to protest, “I - I can… do tha…” His voice trailed off halfway through the word, turning into a quiet gasp that had his mouth dropping and eyes closing.
“O-Or you can do it,” Stiles corrected himself, voice light. “That - That’s fine, too.”
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Maya's eyes were smiling as she broke Stiles's ability to talk with her efforts she stepped in close to him and pressed her face into his neck and shoulder. She wanted very much to kiss him right now but that wasn't really an option as things stood. It was unfortunate, but until he trusted his own feelings enough she didn't need her gag in.
Her free hand moved his pants and boxers down his legs as she gently pumped his shaft, stopping occasionally to run her thumb over the head. She glanced up at him and flicked her eyes over to the bed hoping he was aware enough to see the suggestion. Not that she had much problem continuing right then and there.
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Why was he even thinking about Derek's ugly mug when there was a hot girl with her hand on his...?
Biting his lip, Stiles took a breath and opened his eyes, suddenly realizing that all that stood between him and his birthday suit were a pair of socks, and promptly stepped out of them. Maya, on the other hand, was already there, and he tentatively put his hands on her waist, a little unsure of what to do with himself at the moment. Let her keep going? Or... He eyed the bed, glancing at her when she moved and made her own thoughts clear.
"Yeah, bed," he agreed, nodding emphatically and pushing her back toward it.
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Not that Maya was much better before a few... issues, with her powers.
She rather unceremoniously fell back onto the bed with his urging, she bounced... mostly because she's not very weighty. Once she was situated, legs parted, inviting. Her hand made its way back to Stiles's body, starting exactly where it left off before they made it to the bed.
As for her other hand, she was using it to make her designs abundantly clear for Stiles to process. By taking Stiles's hand giving it a gentle squeeze, and putting it right over a light coating of blonde pubic hair.
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Because the first time was supposed to be a big deal, right? Stiles didn't want to mess it up somehow by fumbling or doing the wrong thing or hurting her somehow.
He let out a shaky breath as she moved his hand, clearly nervous as he moved it down as if to test the figurative waters of what was good here. It was only a light touch at first, but once he felt her folds beneath his fingers, he couldn't resist the temptation to go a little further, and the movement as he slid his hand between them ended up rough, and a bit jerky. Maybe no the best thing, he thought to himself, but god, he liked how it felt.
And well, why they're here, he might as well see what else he (they) liked, and put his hand on her chest, at least trying to be more gentle as he pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
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The more obvious and prominent reaction was when he pinched her nipple. Her free hand gripped the sheets rather noticeably as she pushed her chest forward at the sensation. Her hand, meanwhile, stroked up and down his shaft, only stopping occasionally to fondle his balls just to see what he was into. Exploring him to see what his desires were in much the same way. She just... had a bit more practice, but mostly with men who would gladly tell her anything she asked due to her powers in the mix.
Maya adjusted the hand awkwardly fondling between her legs so his fingers were actually on the right mark. She had to do it manually as she couldn't offer any... pointers, not with her current wardrobe choices. Still, she nodded encouragingly at Stiles when she was fairly sure his brain could focus enough to see her (meaning when she wasn't actively jacking him off).
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Distract him.
Nothing out of the ordinary there, though her hand adjusting his so he hit the right spot pulled him back out of that. Stiles wanted to be make sure Maya was enjoying it, too, so he eagerly moved the way she silently suggested, registering her nod with a little smile at the corner of his mouth. His thumb, while unoccupied, brushed over her outer folds while he tried hooking his fingers a tiny bit, seeing if that would make a difference.
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She just lay back stretched out, somehwhat catlike in her way. She couldn't let him know verbally when he hit the right point, but her body was doing a good job of moving in ways to show how... pleased, she was with his efforts and exploration.
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Stiles gave himself a mental shake, trying to focus. It got considerably easier when she pulled her hand away and laid back, letting him do his thing with his hands, at least before he actually looked at her, and... Damn, her boobs looked really... Maybe he could just... Neither of his hands stopped what they were doing as he considered it, but eventually Stiles leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth, going over it with his tongue. If hands were good, he figured, why shouldn't that be?
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The key difference was control, Stiles, for all his paranoid second guessing and thoughts Maya would kill him after like a preying mantis, was thinking with a bit more of his brain than most of Maya's accidental partners. Maya doesn't like to get all commanding, so she lets them set the pace, which is a lot less enjoyable than this, other than flood of lust off of the partner.
So a tongue on her boob was different, good, but different. She Mostly it helped that his hands were still... occupying her attention, as much as they were occupied. It was a little unfair she couldn't return any of that, but she'll make up the interest once he's okay trusting her with her powers. She made it very clear how much she enjoyed his mouth where it was by raking her fingers through his hair, which also suggested he shouldn't move his head away.
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Maya glanced through the lens more or less over an eye and tried to use her legs to pull Stiles closer. Well, that would be inaccurate, she was trying to pull a certain part of Stiles closer to a certain part of her, by wrapping her legs around his body. Hopefully he'll take the hint, because while foreplay is nice it isn't the main attraction. Which, for a being that's pretty keyed in on sex, lust, and desire, is a lot more interesting.
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With her legs around him, pulling him closer to a very, ah, interesting place, he found his mouth at her neck instead, and took full advantage of it, kissing and biting in turns because it was there, and that's what you're supposed to do. Still, it couldn't last for long, because Stiles can practically feel her already, so after a few moments of playing around, he had to shift, slipping a hand between them to make sure he's positioned right - which was apparently harder than it sounded, at least the first time around. It took a bit of doing, but finally he was at her entrance, taking a moment to admire how she felt against just the tip of him, not even the full thing yet, and that was it. He had to take the plunge, literally, and with few silent words of encouragement for himself, he took a breath and did it.
It wasn't neither fast or slow, but something in-between, like he was still trying to figure out what to do with himself. He nearly stopped halfway, suddenly overwhelmed with sensation, but managed to keep it to a pause until he was all the way inside of her, and that's when Stiles did stop. He was leaning over her, arms to either side as he tried to steady his breathing as he got used to the feeling. It was... good, definitely good, and he kind of wished he'd done this way sooner, but seeing as his only options were a hand or (only recently) a freaking siren, he still felt he was kind of justified in being paranoid, especially knowing Derek's history with supernatural ladies.
Eventually, he nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. I see your point. I totally needed help unwinding."
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Stiles knew exactly what she wanted, after all.
Well... almost, he then started to tease her, not that she was surprised, exactly. His first time, not her's... but it was her first time with someone taking it slow. Which was... Maya was both hating it and enjoying it all at once, she wanted to get to the part she knew was fun. But... feeling his desires mixed with everything else was a different kind of fun. Letting her be slightly surprised when he finally made his move. Then... he stopped, it was, still very nice.
Maya's eyes smiled as he spoke, and brushed her fingertips across Stiles's jawline. Now he was seeing it her way, and she only had to use her power of having tits. Then she squeezed her legs together, which effected other parts of her when she did it. Hopefully he got the message as to what she wanted.
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Maya's motions were far less erratic, she stretched and arched into the various pleasures in single fluid motions. Lost in the enjoyment of the activity, moaning into her gag. The motions of her stretching pushing her into his thrusts, but their timing isn't quite synced up.
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Definitely a worthy sacrifice, if you ask him, because god, it felt great. Maya clearly knew what she was doing - not that he'd thought she wouldn't or anything, with the stories she'd told them about. It was obvious from them, and... maybe from the way she acted with him, that she wasn't exactly the Virgin Mary anyway, some innocent blushing girl who hadn't even had a Sex Ed class. They weren't exactly moving together, just a beat or so off, but even so, she knew exactly the way to move to make him groan, and surprisingly, Stiles found that he loved it.
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