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Mansion Of Sadness But Not Creepiness | Early Friday Evening

So work had been a distraction, but sadly he couldn't stay there all evening. Even with the dog and other people in the house it was kind of depressing to show up and not have Derek there. Even if he was still kind of annoyed with him.

After feeding Puppy Joe he shuffled upstairs for a change a clothes 'cause if he was going to mope around he was going to do it comfortably.

[For one and up early for SP]

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"Fuck!" That wasn't fair, Derek. That so wasn't fair. "You're the worst."

Definitely a lie.

"Lie," Derek replied in a sing song. But he was being nice and pushing himself up onto his knees.

"Shh." That was cheating. Stiles pushed himself up on his elbows a little more and looked back at Derek. "This how you want me?"

"Mmhmm." Derek leaned over him, covering Stiles with his body as he grabbed one of the pillows. That was tucked under Stiles' hips for a comfortable position for him.

So caring.

"So thoughtful," Stiles said. "Now you really need to fuck me 'cause it's been almost literally forever since we've had sex."

"Literally?" Derek teased, pressing in slowly. Because he might have also been at his limit.

"Oh my god," Stiles groaned, dropping his head down against his arms. "Oh my god we are never going this long without sex again."

Derek just hummed against Stiles neck and shoulders, eyes shut tight as he kept himself from moving too quickly. "You're so good," he whined.

"So are you," he said a little breathlessly, pushing back against Derek. "I'm okay, you can move."

Derek bit down on the nape of Stiles' neck, rocking forward into him with that permission given. They were slow, deliberate movements.

And Stiles responded to that by making soft whining noises and low murmurs. He couldn't help out much like this (which he guessed was Derek's intention), but he did manage to make little movements of his hips when he could. It was just about impossible to keep him still at any given point of time.

"Like that," Derek murmured. He was breathing heavier than he'd like to, hot breathes against Stiles neck.

His hands moved down Stiles' sides before holding onto his hips.

The whole slow and steady thing was pretty intense and it sort of made Stiles feel like he was running a marathon. Only the best kind of marathon.

"I love you," Stiles said, blindly reaching back with one hand to grab at any part of Derek he could reach. "Derek, I love you."

Did Stiles want to have Derek whine and suck one hell of a hickey onto the back of his neck so that everyone had a pretty clear idea what they'd been up to? Because that was exactly what was happening. That and sharpness of each thrust increasing, though the speed stayed the same.

That was about all the encouragement Stiles needed to try to get a hand around himself and start jerking off. It'd be a little difficult to manager what with Derek's weight on top of him but he was going to try, damn it.

"So perfect," Derek babbled. "So, so--"

He groaned, shifting so that he could move his hands up and under Stiles to keep them as close as possible.

You're totally welcome for helping with the jerking off.

Stiles very much appreciated it, as evidenced by the loud moan he let out once he wrapped his hand around his dick. He wasn't being as gentle and slow with himself was Derek was being with him.

"I'm close," he panted. "Just--don't stop."

That hot a startled laugh that Derek buried against Stiles' neck. "You think I could?"

"W-well eventually," he muttered, finding a little too hard to think clearly right now. He ignored attempting to make sense and instead focused on getting himself off. He was so damn close.

Well good.

"C'mon," Derek said, biting at the hickey he'd been working on before. "I want to feel you come."

Questionable dirty talk? Check.

Turned out questionable dirty talk totally did it for Stiles. This should surprise no one.

He tried to express himself in a coherent, romantic way at this point but all Stiles got out was something muffled that might have been Derek's name (you'd need supernatural hearing to figure it out) before he was coming all over his hand and the pillow Derek had thoughtfully put there.

That would definitely need to be washed.

It would be the sex pillow even after washing. Hopefully Derek wouldn't be doing inappropriate things with it while Stiles went to college...

Derek made a noise low in his throat, keeping the same pace as before so that Stiles would ride that out as he came.

What happened between you and that pillow would be your personal private business, Derek.

Stiles moaned again as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm. He placed a hand on Derek's thigh to keep him close, not realizing that it was the hand covered in come. Sorry about that.

Excuse you, Derek was not into comeplay at all.

Just kidding. He groaned loudly, muscles going tense as those thrusts final sped up and became frantic to follow Stiles.

"Come on, Derek," Stiles said, sounding a little slurred and muffled. The orgasm had been that good. "Come for me."

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