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Probably Gonna Get Creepier Soon Mansion | Late Monday Morning

It looked like a fairly normal morning, with Stiles sitting in front of the TV, watching some action movie that one of the cable channels was nice enough to put on so early. There was just one problem. Stiles couldn't remember how he got down to the living room. Last he remembered he was finally dozing off in bed as the sun was coming up.

It was kind of disturbing, to blink awake in a different place than you fell asleep in. Immediately he started coming up with excuses. He hadn't slept a lot lately, he could have just been on autopilot. Or sleepwalking. He used to do that as a kid. This wasn't anything to worry about.

[Mmm foreboding blackouts. Post is open to people in the house/visitors]

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Yep. Totally made their restrained making out easier. And there went Stiles' other hand to join the other in Derek's hair. Just for. You know. Balance. And restraint.

The dog was judging them right now from his spot on the floor. Totally judging them.

That dog was doing a bad job at chaperoning them. God, Puppy Joe.

Derek responded to the hair grabbing for balance by making sure Stiles couldn't fall off. As that was the concern they both had at the moment. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Stiles' pants. To help.

When Stiles felt fingers against his hips he had to pull away to laugh a little. "Really?"

"Making sure they don't fall off," Derek replied innocently.

"You're so full of shit."

"I'm being responsible," Derek insisted before leaning in for another kiss.

So responsible. With his running his thumb over Stiles' ridiculous tattoo.

Shut up, Derek. Your tattoo was ridiculous. Or something.

Derek was full of crap and yet Stiles found no reason not to kiss him back. He couldn't find a reason to not start shifting over onto Derek's lap. His legs were already there, why not the rest of him?

That was just sound logic, really.

Which was the only reason why Derek's hands moved right on up under Stiles' shirt and over his back. Because logic.

They seriously had a problem. A "unable to keep their hands off each other" problem. Though that was probably obvious even before graduation.

Stiles really was only making things worse when he ducked his head down to mouth at Derek's neck.

They were still in the honeymoon phase, okay? Still in that phase!

And anything untoward was all Stiles' fault for doing that whole mouthing thing. Because now Derek's hands were clutching at him like a heroine in a romance novel.

"Next lunar eclipse," Stiles started, having to pause for a moment to bite down on Derek's neck. "I'm giving you so many hickeys."

"Yes." Derek groaned, grabbing at Stiles' hips to keep him in place as he ground up against him.

Well. Heavy petting didn't quite count as sex.

Totally did not count. Which was why Stiles was doing his best to grind down to meet Derek's movements. "I'm going to fuck you too, so you can feel it afterwards."

"I want that," Derek replied, closing his eyes as he pictured it. "I really want that."

"Yeah?" Stiles wondered if it counted as sex if he made Derek come in his pants. Interesting question right there. "I think you'd like it. I know I like it when I can feel you hours later."

He liked to think his dirty talk was improving.

Well, it was working on Derek! And that was the only one who counted right now. The only one.

Derek groaned, fingers digging right on into the fabric of Stiles' pants to keep him in place to shamelessly rut against. He'd feel aaaaall that shame later. When he needed to change his pants. "Do you?"

"I really do," he said, panting against Derek's neck. Obviously Derek wasn't the only one affected by this. "I like when you lose grip on your control, get a little rough. I like knowing you want me that badly."

Weren't they lucky like that!

Derek's hands moved up, pulling Stiles in as close as he could before one settled on the nape of Stiles' neck to hold on tightly to the short hair there. "You keep ruining my control," he muttered, movement of his hips small little rocking motions.

"I know," he said smugly. "You can duck your head all you want but I know when you wolf out during sex. I like that too."

Hell, even thinking about it was making him grind down harder against Derek.

"You're so strange," Derek replied, even as he let sideburns grown in and his eyes glow red for Stiles. He was such an accommodating boyfriend.

"That is so hot," Stiles mumbled before leaning in to kiss Derek again. Yeah, he was weird.

He was just so lucky that Derek was willing to kiss him back in spite of all that weirdness. And by 'lucky' we mean 'Derek was busy wrapping his arms around Stiles' waist to pin him against the couch'.

Because. Yes. This still was not quite sex.

Not quite! Clothes were still on! Erections were happening but clothes were still on. So not sex. It was just...dry humping on the couch.

Stiles was just going to go with it, even though the dry humping thing was a little more difficult now that he was the one pinned against the couch.

Hey now, he totally egged Derek on into this.

Really.

Shut up.

Derek mouthed at Stiles' throat, very lightly letting sharp teeth rest on the skin there.

Stiles moaned, feeling a little thrill go down his spine at the danger there. "Fuck, Derek."

He was so messed up. Hope Derek didn't mind.

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