robinonadderall | Mansion of Sleeplessness | Waaaaaaaay Early in the Morning Saturday

Mansion of Sleeplessness | Waaaaaaaay Early in the Morning Saturday

It was another sleepless night for Stiles, and a rough one at that. It had gotten to the point where he got out of bed and went downstairs to watch infomercials so he wouldn't disturb Derek with his tossing and turning. His eyes hurt and his head was pounding and the TV was doing nothing to distract him from the frustration of not being able to sleep.

His gaze went towards the stairs. He knew one thing that made him sleep, at least for a little while. But Derek was sleeping soundly upstairs and it'd be rude to wake him up.

He waffled with the idea until the temptation became too much (because it didn't take all that much to get him in the mood, even tired as he was) and he got up to head upstairs.

[For Derek and SP and I can tell you now it'll be nws. Shut up, we have to get it out of the way before more trauma happens]

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Because Stiles was a rude person like that. Derek exhaled long and slow, giving into the urge to put his fingers in Stiles' hair. Not to control the movements, but to have something to keep himself grounded.

As much as Stiles liked blowing Derek (which was something he hadn't expected to like), he couldn't let him get too comfortable. For revenge reasons. Which would be why he was soon pulling off of him...only to duck his head down even further to eat him out.

Maybe he figured if he really showered Derek with attention then it wouldn't make waking him up just for sleep sex so bad.

You're the worst, Stiles! For multiple reasons, but mostly for the revenge foreplay.

For now.

"Stiles--Stiles." And if he was looking to get a vocal response, that worked.

"We still have that bottle of lube under the pillows?" They better, 'cause he didn't feel like moving from where he was.

Also, wow, you knew they had a problem when they were keeping lube in various hiding places.

"Might be empty," Derek admitted sheepishly. And that's how they knew they had a problem. "There's a new one behind the lamp."

Really, guys? Really?

Stiles groaned, hating that he had to move the two or three feet to grab the bottle and then spend a whole ten seconds getting it open. "We need to hide them closer."

"You could help keeping stock of them," Derek teased, spreading his legs for Stiles obligingly.

"I'll make a spreadsheet for them," Stiles said. He moved back to his previous position after slicking up his fingers but instead of pressing one into Derek, he went to lick him out again.

Yep, still going with the revenge thing.

Rude, Stiles! So rude!

"A spreadsh--ah--" Derek dug his heels into the bed, eyes closed. "C'mon, Stiles."

No, he saw nothing wrong with trying to rush Stiles here. Nothing at all.

Stiles smiled against Derek's thigh. "You not enjoying yourself or something?"

Hey, he was having fun. This was working wonders when it came to tiring himself out.

"I'll get you back for this," Derek replied, tilting his hips up to encourage Stiles on. It was a cycle of teasing each other.

"Sure you will." He did give in a little bit, however, and slip a finger in alongside his tongue.

"I--fuck, Stiles--I've got plenty from the survey to do."

"Mmm hmm, I know," he said, not waiting long before adding a second finger. "Kind of hard to find you threatening in this position."

Derek groaned, letting fangs drop and his eyes go red. There, totally threatening.

"You know that's cheating," Stiles moaned, unable to keep himself from grinding his dick against the mattress. He added a third finger, getting a little impatient himself now.

"You cheat all the time," Derek replied, shamelessly arching back to ride those fingers as best the position allowed.

"Do not," he insisted. Of course he followed that up with licking around his fingers again.

"All--" Derek bit down on his lip to keep from moaning loud enough for Mike to hear. "--all the time. You just. You do things."

Things. And stuff.

"You're not making sense." And he was a little smug because he felt responsible for it. "Roll over, not all the way. Just onto your side."

Derek shot him a confused look, but did as instructed. Like he did always.

Stiles slid up behind Derek, pressed up against him like they were going to spoon only, you know, they were going to fuck. "This okay?"

"Yeah." Derek reached back to pull Stiles in for a kiss. "Always."

Because this position right here? All the romance Derek could ask for with Stiles.

Stiles kissed Derek back, nipping at his lower lip for a moment before diving right back into it because he thought this position was kind of romantic too. He was allowed to get sappy!

The kiss got a little sloppy as he started to press into Derek, but sloppy could be romantic too, okay?

Sloppy was perfectly fine by Derek, yes. As evident from the happy little gasp against Stiles lips and the hand latching onto Stiles' hip to keep him close.

Why hadn't they thought about doing it like this before?

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