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The temperatures outside have fallen, and it's getting dark earlier. Summer is finally over, but Derek discovers that the house he's seeking out still leaves a window open. It isn't easy to access, but for someone like him, easy enough to manage. The trick is to stay quiet.

Derek climbs through the bathroom window. Quickly, he dodges the shoes, most of his clothes and washes his hands. There's less blood on it today, just some beneath his claws. He bathed in lakes and rivers anyway, whenever there's more. No need to lead his enemies back to the house.

Thankfully, he has already done a perimeter check, circling through the neighbourhood. There's nothing suspicious going on, as it should be, way after 2 am.

Barefoot and restless, Derek sneaks down the hall. He oiled the hinges a few days ago, so the door opens silently, and the carpet swallows any sound he might make.

His chest constricts when he finds no less than three people in the bed. With the curtain drawn shut, he makes out vague shapes. They are a tangle of limbs.

Scents fill his nose when Derek inhales. Warmth-earth-a tint of sorrow for the Sheriff, his grief and his hard life written into his being. Stiles smells like thunder and lightning over the open land, the magic overlaying his human origin. The third person smells like wolf-pack-home.

Peter opens his eyes, blue orbs focusing on him. Derek breathes out. Of course, his uncle would notice a person entering their den. It's already a compliment that he waited as long as Derek did to enter the room. Either he felt safe and slept. Or he heard Derek and relaxed.

"You took care of them," Derek whispers into the darkness.

He smells the remains of the bedroom activities, sees even in the dark how father and son are tangled up. Peter slept at their side, guarding them during the night and choosing the most defensible position.

"We certainly had our fun," Peter grins. The trust in his abilities warms his chest, though. It's a good feeling, having his Alpha's trust during his absence. "We missed you."

Peter stretches his neck, allows Derek to scent mark him before doing the same to his nephew. Before choosing his next step, Derek repeats the action with Stiles and the Sheriff, not caring that both are fast asleep.

"I missed you as well." Derek has run hundreds of miles through the forest, attending a meeting deep in the woods. Far from the roads, some members are incredibly cautious and suspicious. unwilling to meet near human settlements.

It had been difficult to be so far away from the pack.

Peter nods and pulls the blankets away. Both humans are still asleep. Stiles would be too tired from keeping up the wards to wake up at all.

"They would want you to welcome them properly," Peter says. The humans are naked beneath the sheets.

"Stiles wants to be awake for reunion sex," Derek reminds his uncle. He pushes down his boxers, though.

"The Sheriff will not care," Peter murmurs, and pulls Stiles' sleeping form closer to keep him warm.

Stiles barely huffs when Peter wraps his arms around him. He only snuggles deeper.

With the loss of warmth, the Sheriff's shifts. Derek climbs on the bed, taking advantage of Noah lying on his stomach already. His skin feels like a welcome home gift, familiar and a relief. His backside is warm.

"Did Peter and Stiles spank you again?" Derek murmurs under his breath. His hands roam over the Sheriff's body, knowing how to get him excited without waking him up.

Not that Derek would care if he did. He has a goal in mind.

As he finds the Sheriff's length and strokes him to hardness while being plastered against his back, Derek feels Peter's gaze on him. His uncle is sated, satisfied, or else the sight would wake familiar arousal in him. Instead, Peter presses his nose deeper into Stiles' hair as he watches Derek rub himself against the Sheriff.

"The dear Sheriff has been missing you. Cried for your knot like my and his son's dick isn't enough to fill him out," Peter reports. "Didn't help that we all worried about you. Five days without contact have been hard on him."

There had been no cellphone reception in the wild. Peter and Stiles had more confidence in Derek's abilities. They also had stronger pack bonds.

The Sheriff was still human.

Human enough, with the Alpha's attention on him, the Sheriff huffs in his sleep. He's already breathing swallower, his fingers twisting into the sheet beneath him as Derek's hand disappears between his cheeks.

Hungry, Derek checks how tight the Sheriff is. Usually, they ensure Peter or Stiles takes him first before they dare to Derek's knot. Come drips on his fingers when Derek slips two inside. Scents mixed, meaning Peter and Stiles have taken him both.

The Sheriff pants slightly, keening when Derek seems him ready enough. He cries out, still asleep but dreaming restlessly as the Alpha's cock enters him.

"You are such a good boy," Derek groans as he starts thrusting. "I can feel how much you missed me. Your hole is gripping me so tightly."

The Sheriff doesn't respond verbally, but the man whines. Asleep or not, a part senses his Alpha's attention on him. It helps that Derek slides in deep and starts fucking him immediately. Planting his hands next to the Sheriff's shoulders, he uses deep, powerful thrusts. They push the Sheriff into the mattress, drawing short moans from him, muffled and sweet as he's not awake. Heated, though, as pleasure rakes through his body.

The Sheriff's reactions are free, unguarded, as it always takes work to achieve the same result when the man's awake.

Derek shifts; he feels his fangs dropping down. Days of running through the preserve left its mark. Coming home to an honest soul, trusting him so much not to wake up when he beast enters the den. It soothes the animal Derek let loose in the last days.

He licks over the Sheriff's neck, careful not to bite him. He doesn't need any strength at all to hold the Sheriff down. The man still attempts to rut back, meeting the thrusts with a roll of his hips. Not that he gets very far.

"Hmm," the Sheriff moans into the pillow, quiet and charming. Maybe it's instinct to go limp, to let the predator above him take his fill.

Arousal teases Derek; the wet heat surrounding him overwhelms him. The sight of the Sheriff's lax fingers curling into a fist kindles his lust as much as Peter gently holding Stiles does.

With a low groan, Derek shoves himself as deep as he can, the knot expanding rapidly. It locks them together, and his dick spurts, filling the Sheriff with the Alpha's seed. It happens for minutes, again and again, as Derek had gone away over the full moon and been away for days.

Derek finally collapses onto the Sheriff's back, wrapping his arms around him to hold on as he's still not finished coming. It's a pure physical need to empty himself into the Sheriff. Whose ass gets craddled in Derek's lap, tight and round, and perfectly welcoming the knot.

The Sheriff remains stretched on it, even after Derek falls asleep himself.

A sound, a small mewl, escapes the Sheriff's mouth when the Alpha gets himself comfortable. Buried deep and with his dick still hard and twitching, the knot was big and not going anywhere.

Peter hums and strokes Stiles' hair. It's good to have Derek home again. Proper greetings can wait until tomorrow morning.

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The Sheriff wakes up to a heavy weight on his back. Sleepy tries to escape the trap, but an arm around his waist keeps him pinned. Making a small sound, Noah opens his eyes. He expects to tell Peter to knock it off; instead, the other man looks at him, amused.

"You aren't going anywhere," Peter tells him, coffee and a book in hand. Stiles is nowhere to be seen. Likely, he's in the kitchen.

His son isn't the type to lie around in bed doing nothing.

"Derek," the Sheriff groans, half a realisation and in part because something heavy presses against him. "Did ... He return last night?"

Twisting his neck, he finds Derek flush against his back. Noah doesn't mind the Alpha's need upon his return. It's just that he cannot move.

Peter turns. "Hasn't the knot come down yet? Wouldn't surprise me. He immediately went for your ass last night, didn't even fuck you that long. Need a tight hole and a human pillow to catch up on sleep, I guess."

The Sheriff nods wordlessly, suppressing a whine. Reaching behind himself, he finds them locked together. He doesn't understand how it works, not with Derek being hard for so long, but he will gladly ease the Alpha's burdens.

He just would like some coffee.

"Later," Peter tells him. "Derek's gonna be like that for a while."

Noah tries to get comfortable. It's not easy, wrapped up in the Alpha's arms when his too-large dick takes up so much space. The knot presses against his prostate, too. In the past, he always came from getting railed like this alone.

Used as a pillow, his body seems confused about what he should expect.

Thankfully, the noises seem to have woken Derek. Or it's the fact that all members are together, for he opens his eyes the moment Stiles enters the room.

"It's good to see you," Stiles says, kissing Derek. Who still has his hands on the Sheriff's ass.

"It's been too long," Derek answers. Turning to Noah, he says, "Sorry about this."

The Sheriff keens when Derek moves his hips, dislodging the knot. A shift ripples through him, and the beast gets replaced by a handsome man.

Instead of getting up, the Sheriff feels multiple hands on his body.

"Stay like this. Derek came a lot last night. We don't want to stain the mattress." Peter keeps his shoulders down with careful pressure.

"What..." The Sheriff murmurs.

He cannot deny the evidence, the heavy feeling in his stomach. Like he ate too much.

Derek rumbles, pleased with himself and pats Noah's stomach. "Feels like you get bred. As nice as it smells, we should get you to the bathroom."

Knowing better than to argue, Noah lets himself get manhandled on the back. His shoulders touch the sheets, and Derek lifts his ass into the air.

"Stiles, I don't want the cage," the Sheriff complains in a small voice.

They use it as punishment sometimes. It's not like Noah isn't used to it.

"You don't have a healing factor; the cage will keep you soft. Coming too often would ruin the mood," Stiles explains as he fastens the cage around his father's dick. "Do you understand?"

Noah nods, blushing. Between two werewolves and a spark, his body isn't made to keep up with them. They work around it, even if it means locking him up.

"Do you think a plug will hold his cum?" Stiles asks, and he keeps Noah's legs apart.

Derek shrugs. "It was a lot last night, more than usual."

A shiver runs through the Sheriff when Peter suggests that Derek can just make it an order.

Unable to disobey his Alpha, Noah stumbles out of bed. The others watch him, leering as he swaddles towards the bathroom.

The shower is big enough, thankfully. Noah gets inside, guided by his Alpha's possessive grip.

"Kneel, it's going to take a while for my cum to drip out of you," Derek commands.

The Sheriff moans; he cannot help himself.

"Alpha," he whines. It's strange, having no memories of how Derek got back. But apparently Peter was right.

For the mess drips and drips, the first wave feels like a flood. It makes a splashing sound when it hits the tube. The relief of pressure makes Noah moan.

Suddenly, he's glad for the cage. Without it, he would have come from the sensation alone. It makes him feel hot, desired. It doesn't help that all three men are looking at him. Like, there's nothing better than watching how Derek's cum leaves his hole in spades.

"Oh god, it doesn't end?" The Sheriff mewls when he keeps dripping like a faucet, even after ten solid minutes.

Noah reaches down and fondles the cage for a minute, too shy to reach back.

His muffled pleas urge Derek to sit on the edge of the tube, letting the Sheriff's forehead rest on his knees.

"It's okay, you are doing good. I'm so grateful you took all of that last night," Derek tells him. His fingers are a solid weight on Noah's neck.

The Alpha's approval merely brightens the Sheriff's arousal. It's nice, making the Alpha feel good. A sign of trust that he can take that much.

Noah reaches back and parts his cheeks, knowing that the others like that during sex. Today, he mewls as if a wetness doesn't end and it just flows out of him.

"I have something that may help," Stiles says. He rummages through the cupboard and gives Peter a strange object.

A syringe? Noah heaves, not really panicking but unsure of the unknown device.

"We can stimulate the flow by giving you an enema," Peter says and presses the nozzle against Noah's backside.

When the Sheriff jerks away, Peter slaps his ass, as a reminder to keep still.

"Please, I don't want this," Noah whimpers. But his lovers don't listen.

"It would take too long otherwise, you might already be spending the rest of the day dripping cum. And it would be wise to get it out before we add more," Peter says.

Stiles hands him some cuffs he got from the bedroom, and Peter fastens the Sheriff's hands on his back.

Then he proceeded, inserting the tip into the Sheriff's hole.

"That's ... strange, take it out..." Noah groans when Peter pushes the plunger, forcing the liquid inside to be expelled.

Directly into Noah's hole. It hits deep; more pressure follows as the liquid mixes with Derek's come. It sloshes around and ...

"Ah!" - the moment Peter removes the devices, all the cream and wetness pour out.

Derek holds the Sheriff, rubbing his neck and running his hand through his hair until they finally decide it over.

"You did well. Trust me, this was better than leaking all day," Derek says. He reaches to remove the cage. "Do you still want to come?"

Noah nods, clinging to Derek as the Alpha more or less carries him back to the bedroom. As humiliating as this was, he couldn't deny he liked the attention he had gotten. That it had been him, Derek, turned to last night.

His cock has hardened already, the arousal winning over the embarrassment.

"How do you want to come?" Derek asks as he gently lies Noah down on the bed.

Peter and Stiles wait behind him, both ready to take care of the Sheriff as well.

Perhaps it is madness that Noah opens his legs and asks, "Give me more. And plug me up afterwards."

The pack proceeds to take their turns with the Sheriff, who enjoys being awake for this round. First, it's Derek who fucks him, before Peter takes over. By the time Stiles pulls out, the Sheriff has come twice, and once again his hole drips with come.

It's not as much as in the morning, though.

The Sheriff sighs when they choose a wide plug and drag him downstairs for breakfast.