“So, who was better, sweetheart?”
She honestly doesn’t know how to respond to that. Her brain is mush. “Can I call it a tie?”
Peter tuts. “Afraid not. We need an answer.”
or: Peter and Chris have a dick-measuring contest.
Chris hoisted Stiles over his shoulder. “I’m pulling rank. We need a snack.” He punctuated with a swift smack to Stiles’ bottom. “We’re going to eat you up, pretty boy. Then you can go back to cooking. Sound like a plan?”
Stiles. Why are you sending me a picture of Christopher Argent's dick?
....How do you know it's chris'??
How do you think?
I...honestly don't know what to do with that information
From the Text From Last Night: I sent him a picture of his friend's dick and said you really should stop thinking you're my only option
With his father finally passing away the previous year, Chris is the undisputed ruler of his kingdom. His people are devoted to him, his lands are prosperous and peaceful, and he has his lovers. It’s almost perfect.
Almost. It's greedy to wish for more.
Life is good, and Stiles is happy, mostly. But he’s also observant, and he sees the way Chris lights up when Heather the cook hands the king her newest grandchild to hold. And Stiles has to admit, watching Chris with the child, it stirs a yearning deep within him, one he didn’t know he had.
Stiles wants a child.
Lucky he knows how to get one.