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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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"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.

Well, considering how much he'd enjoyed being tied up and dominated...

"You really have no idea," Derek muttered, licking at where he'd 'bit'.

"No idea?" he replied. 'Cause he had no idea what he was talking about.

"How much you have me," Derek muttered, half hoping Stiles wouldn't hear that as he pulled Stiles' leg up over his hips so they could get back to the 'not at all sex on the living room couch'.

"You have me too," Stiles murmured, wrapping his arms around Derek's neck. "You know that, right?"

Derek looked up, eyebrows knitted up as he searched for something in Stiles' face that probably went along with his ridiculous need for romance. But whatever he found there made his face soften slightly before kissing him.

How had this started out filthy and ended up so incredibly sappy? Whatever, Stiles didn't care, he was enjoying this.

He was, however, grinding up against Derek again because they were both hard and something needed to be done about that.

They were special people who couldn't do things normally!

And with that prompting, Derek's hands were on Stiles' ass to help him with those movements. Purely altruistic motivation.

Stiles groaned, pulling his mouth away from Derek's as breathing became a little more difficult. "Come on, Derek, harder."

The noise Derek made at that was verging on a growl as he tucked his face in against Stiles' shoulder and ground down against him. He was way too old to come in his pants and yet that was becoming a strong possibility of happening with each passing moment.

Well having sex on the couch was crossing a line so they had to make do with what they had! Because for some reason going upstairs wasn't an option.

Stiles made a whining noise in the back of his throat as he felt himself get closer to coming. He didn't really have too much of a problem with it. He even reached back to grip the arm of the couch with one of his hands to give himself leverage in order to make that happen even faster.

He had no shame when it came to getting an orgasm.

They'd have to walk! And that would just be awkward. Yeah. That was the reason.

Derek gasped, giving Stiles' ass a decent squeeze as he moved faster. That poor couch was starting to make noise as it shifted over the wood floors. Just as long as they didn't break it, they should be fine, though.

"Stiles--"

Stiles' mouth dropped open when he started to come, legs tightening around Derek's waist as he tried to thrust up in order to chase that feeling for as long as possible. It wasn't the first time he had came in his pants and, let's be real, it probably wouldn't be the last.

Yes, but he had a boyfriend now. One who was groaning against his shoulder as he gave up on the whole 'too old for this' thing. Because he could smell and feel Stiles coming right then.

Congratulations on dating a freaky werewolf who got off on that smell, Stiles.

"Fuck." He was so freaking close thanks to all of that.

"Come on, Derek," Stiles urged, still sounding a little dazed from his orgasm. "If you get your pants undone you can come on me if you want."

He was going to need a shower anyway now, so he was feeling pretty generous.

...oh, you were trying to kill him.

Derek choked, dropping his hold on Stiles' ass to scramble at the button and fly of his jeans. Because you don't offer these things to people and expect them to not take you up on it. "Where?" he asked, once he finally got a grip on his dick.

Stiles sat up just enough to take off his shirt, offering up his chest and stomach for Derek to finish on.

And, holy hell, Mike better not come in right now.

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