Stiles found himself face-first onto the dining room tile in half a second. "What is wrong with you tonight?" Peter asked him, hand on the back of Stiles's head.
Stiles managed to get his knees under him and wiggled his ass pointedly.
Peter gave a low hum. "Looks like our boy needs to be taught some patience."
"What should we do with him?" Chris asked mildly.
Stiles huffed out a breath. Anything, just... anything at all.
- Part 1 of Plaything Series