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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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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.

Poor, poor Mike. Probably traumatized by the noises from the previous week.

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.

Holy fuck, that was hot. If he hadn't already come that would have been enough to push him over the edge. As it was it just made him feel more satisfied. Don't ask him how that worked.

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.

Once Derek finally forced his hand to stop moving and his breathing was starting to even out, he bent down to kiss Stiles gently. Because yes.

That was hot.

And probably a happy result of Stiles watching a whole lot of porn.

Yes, yes it was.

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.

"That was--" Derek said, a little punch drunk on happy hormones at the moment still. As his dazed and happy expression was giving away.

"We defiled the couch," Stiles said happily, relaxing against said defiled couch. "I blame you."

"Don't tell Mike," Derek said, eyes going down to where he'd thoroughly marked Stiles. Again.

Stiles smirked. "You better enjoy the view before I get up to shower."

"Next time I want you to do that to me," Derek said, dropping his eyes like whoa that was a step too far in asking.

Seriously.

Then he smoothly moved his hips back so that he could lean down and give into the urge to lick Stiles' stomach.

"Jesus," Stiles mumbled. "And you say I drive you crazy."

"You do," Derek muttered, licking just over Stiles' nipple. Helpfully. "I feel like I'm a teenager again."

"Doesn't seem like a bad thing to me," Stiles said, sighing contentedly. After sex seemed to be the only time he felt properly tired these days. "Though I could do with less coming in my pants like a teenager."

"You didn't know me as a teenager. I was stupid." That got a snicker before Derek sat up. "Shower, then change."

Then eat breakfast.

Stupid, sexy Stiles ruining his plan to feed them.

"And then we can try the whole outdoors thing." Stiles sat up, making a face at the feeling of slowly drying come in his pants. "But shower first, definitely."

"I'll pick out your outfit for our fancy date tonight," he said dryly, offering Stiles a hand up.

Oh god, it was going to be soul crushingly adorable.

"Thanks, dear," Stiles said, patting Derek on the cheek once he was up. "What would I do without you?"

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