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Totes Not Creepy Mansion | Tuesday Afternoon

"What makes you think I want to come home any time soon?"

Because Stiles really didn't, no matter how much Scott wanted it to happen. Or needed it to happen in this case, because apparently trying to teach a girl who had spent her formative years as a coyote to be more human was difficult, who knew?

"I know," Scott said. "But this is important. Teaching her how to control her abilities I can do. Teaching her that it's not okay to kill small woodland animals and eating them raw? I'm having a tougher time with."

"Ew." Stiles wrinkled up his nose at the thought even though Scott couldn't see his disgust over the phone. "What makes you think she'd listen to me?"

"She trusts you for some reason, dude." Scott said. "I think that time at Eichen House together helped."

"Right, that whole day and a half we spent together," Stiles said, rolling his eyes. Though he did feel bad Malia was having difficulty with everything. It was their fault she was human again. "Look, okay, I'll figure something out. But I can't spend my whole summer making trips to Beacon Hills all the time. Shit's expensive."

And he was worried enough about his financial situation at the moment.

"I get it, do what you can," Scott said. "Malia will really appreciate it. Deep down."

Because, yeah, she probably wouldn't show that she was thankful.

"Sure she will," Stiles said. "I'll talk to you later, Scott."

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Okay, the biting? The biting was rude.

Derek groaned, eyes closed and mouth open at it. Someone had really missed that, Stiles. He was forced to abandon his jeans beyond getting them open in order to rest one forearm against the wall by Stiles' head. His other hand went under Stiles to support him while he shamelessly ground against him.

Oops.

...okay so the biting was a good thing.

Stiles groaned against Derek's neck, trying to meet his movements though it was a little difficult in this position. He bit down on Derek's neck again after a few moments, a little harder than before. He was becoming a little bit braver, it seemed.

Derek brushed his fingers over Stiles' hair, making a broken little noise at that. "I need--"

To get his pants off. But that would mean disengaging from Stiles. Which wasn't happening. Which was why he was attempting to push his jeans down with one hand while still rocking against Stiles.

Maybe if your jeans weren't so tight, Derek!

"Lube," Stiles murmured. "We need to get it."

They were just fine!

Okay, not really. He made a disgruntled little growl, pulling Stiles along with him toward the bed. That had yet to be broken in for this. How sweet. "Okay--okay."

Stiles huffed, though it sounded more amused than anything. "You're going to hold me up and grab the lube at the same time?"

...rude.

Derek made that noise again, very reluctantly letting Stiles go. "Pretty sure sex against a wall was on your survey."

It was. On the back page. Derek had read it several times.

"It was," he said, pulling off the rest of his clothes. "But I don't want to fall over before getting to the actual sex part."

"I wouldn't drop you," Derek replied. He tugged his own shirt off, rushing forward again for a kiss as he shoved his jeans down. Oh god was he ever needy.

A little bit, yeah. Luckily Stiles kind of loved it.

Since Derek was having issues with his pants (seriously, Derek, go up a size), Stiles decided to give him some encouragement. By wrapping a hand around Derek's dick when he got the chance.

Surely jacking him off would help him with whatever pants troubles he was having?

Totally helping!

Derek panted against Stiles' mouth, failing on the follow through with those pants. They ended up stuck around his thighs as Derek put both hands on Stiles' shoulders for support.

Seeing Derek become all undone would never not be hot. It was hot enough that Stiles was soon getting down on his knees to blow him. It'd been awhile since he'd done it and he kind of missed it.

"Stiles..."

Yes, it had been a while for this. But Derek had a mission here! One for wall sex.

It would happen when he could think clearly again and Stiles' mouth wasn't driving him crazy.

Stiles was totally behind the wall sex mission. He was just behind the blowing Derek mission too. He was attempting to do both!

He put one of his hands on Derek's hip to keep himself steady while he blew Derek, unable to keep from moaning a little once he really got into it. That oral fixation really paid off sometimes.

It really, really did. So did all that porn viewing.

Derek closed his eyes, hands moving up from Stiles' shoulders to his hair and then back down again like he was petting him. He choked back a few more groans, at least trying to save poor Mike's sanity a little bit.

Tiny bit.

Mike's sanity was going to completely go if he was in the house once they got to the wall sex, let's be real.

Speaking of-- "Lube."

This is what happens when you let creepy guys stay in your house. This right here.

Derek blinked at that, trying to focus on the task at hand. "Still in the drawer," he replied, reaching down to drag Stiles back up for a kiss.

Stiles smiled into the kiss because this kind of clinginess was needed after the fight they had. Because it was completely normal to be this cuddly after screaming at each other.

Derek needed to go back to therapy and Stiles needed to start it, clearly.

"I'll get it," he said. "You finish taking your pants off."

Pff. Are you implying they lacked healthy coping methods? Don't be silly!

Derek laughed at that, working on shoving his pants off. Because yes, he'd do what you said, Stiles.

Stiles went for the lube, thankful he had the foresight to stash it there. He was back to Derek quickly, smacking his ass as he passed by him. "Finally got them off, I see."

Derek grinned around fangs, snapping his teeth at Stiles playfully. He turned in place to follow along like an overgrown puppy.

When Stiles saw the fangs he immediately went to pull Derek in for a kiss. A very, very careful kiss.

Again with him being weird.

So weird. But the kiss ended with a careful bite at Stiles' chin. So. Glass houses.

"How do you want to do this?" Derek asked, bracketing Stiles in against the wall with his body.

"Um." Admittedly he hadn't thought the mechanics through on this too much. "I can face the wall and lean against it while you get me ready and then you can pick me up again when we're good to go?"

Derek kindly nipped at him again with purely human teeth. "Alright."

He grabbed for Stiles' hand, taking the bottle from him.

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