(Anon from before about touch starved!Deucalion) He would be sensitive, and oh so sweet. Probably curling up against them like an overgrown cat and just silently begging to be pet. Imagine how quickly the attempts to calm him and satisfy his need for affection turns sexual. Because it is just so hard to resist with him stretched out on their lap and pressing against them, whining for more. More cuddling, more attention, more praise, more everything.

@screaming-towards-apotheosis said: “

ugh but Scott praising both Chris and Deuc for being such good boys for him <3″

yeeesss all of thissss

Deucalion lying across Scott’s lap, belly up and chin stretched as far as he can, his vulnerable throat on display for Scott to carefully scratch at it with his sharp claws. Murmuring how good Deucalion has been for him. How proud he is.

Deucalion’s expressive mouth going lax and pretty for him as he starts panting, knees lifting and then opening a little. An involuntary movement just for his alpha. It feels so good to be someone’s Beta once more. To feel cherished and protected. He doesn’t even flinch when Chris crawls closer and places his head on Deucalion’s belly. Just looks up at Scott with those painfully pale blue eyes in utter adoration. Groans low when he, too, gets to feel sharp claws scratching through his hair.

“You’ve both been so good for me. Such brave boys…”

I bet when Deucalion’s cock starts tapping against Chris’ cheek, there isn’t even a moment of hesitation before he turns his head and starts lapping at it with a warm, silky tongue. Eyes never leaving Scott’s face. Watching how his dark eyes get even darker when Chris starts suckling on the swollen tip of Deucalion’s cock.

Both of them listening to the low sounds of need coming from Deucalion. They sound almost hurt; his belly twitching and hips restless from the sensory overload of suddenly getting touched so much.

“Ssshh you can take it,” Scott croons at him when he finally can wrench his eyes away from the sight of Chris’ cheeks pulling inwards with his suckling. He stares into Deucalion’s wide, strangely frightened eyes. “You can take it for me, can’t you? Because you’re such a good boy.”