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robinonadderall) wrote2014-05-05 08:25 am
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]
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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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.
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Really.
Shut up.
Derek mouthed at Stiles' throat, very lightly letting sharp teeth rest on the skin there.
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He was so messed up. Hope Derek didn't mind.
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"You really have no idea," Derek muttered, licking at where he'd 'bit'.
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He was, however, grinding up against Derek again because they were both hard and something needed to be done about that.
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And with that prompting, Derek's hands were on Stiles' ass to help him with those movements. Purely altruistic motivation.
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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.
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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--"
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Congratulations on dating a freaky werewolf who got off on that smell, Stiles.
"Fuck." He was so freaking close thanks to all of that.
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He was going to need a shower anyway now, so he was feeling pretty generous.
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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.
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And, holy hell, Mike better not come in right now.
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Derek went up onto his knees, jerking himself off quickly. Not that he really needed much more to get him going. Between all the work building up to this and now being given the option of marking Stiles in a different way?
He was quick in coming, spattering that bare skin being presented to him.
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He tried to stay as still as possible as Derek finished, only moving to reach out and soothingly run his hands up Derek's thighs as he rode out his orgasm.
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That was hot.
And probably a happy result of Stiles watching a whole lot of porn.
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Stiles kissed Derek just as gently, used to the romantic stuff after doing something incredibly filthy by now. He was even nice and didn't pull Derek any closer because, you know. Covered in come.
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