Totes Not Creepy Mansion | Tuesday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

"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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[justlurkinghere]

Derek damn near howled at the scratching, slamming his forearm against the wall. The force of his weight was doing enough to keep Stiles in place as he fucked into him at a near brutal speed. "Yes, yes."

His voice was lower than normal as he struggled with the shift.

[robinonadderall]

"Oh fuck, Derek. Fuck," Stiles gasped, nails digging hard enough into Derek's back that, if he were thinking coherently, he might have been worried about drawing blood. The usual worries Stiles had about hurting Derek lately went flying out the window because this was just so good.

Stiles squeezed his legs around Derek's hips, arching his back in an attempt to get even closer to him, if that were at all possible.

[justlurkinghere]

It certainly did nothing to bring Derek back to his senses. It might have even made him more desperate for release, in fact.

Derek forced a hand between them, closing it tightly around Stiles' cock. It lacked any coordination beyond the rhythm of his hips forcing Stiles up into his fist.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles didn't really need any rhythm at this point, just the feeling of Derek's hand on his dick was enough to send him barreling towards the edge.

It also made him moan loudly. If that's what he sounded like now then the whole house was going to hear it when he came.

"I'm close," Stiles panted, sliding his hands up to bury his hands in Derek's hair. "Don't hold back."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek whimpered, movements frantic and uncoordinated with need. "Tell me--let me hear you," he groaned.

[robinonadderall]

Yeah Stiles being quiet wasn't going to be a problem here. Though there was a lot more cursing this time around than there was the last time they had sex.

"Oh god, Derek, you're so fucking good," Stiles moaned, not realizing how hard he was pulling at Derek's hair. "You're just--fuck."

When his orgasm finally hit him the noise he made could probably only be categorized as a scream. He squeezed his legs around Derek tightly, back arching as he came messily between the two of them.

[justlurkinghere]

Mike had to own all the ear plugs at this point, right?

Derek's eyes went a little slack at the new tightness around his dick, coupled with the sting of Stiles' grip on his hair. It was not a bad thing at the moment.

He ground forward into Stiles, enjoying as much as he could before things sort of blurred out in his senses as he came not long after.

The fighting as foreplay always made things happen so fast.

[robinonadderall]

It definitely took a few seconds for Stiles to come down for his orgasm and to be able to think coherently again. He relaxed against the wall and Derek, gently petting Derek's hair to make up for the pulling.

He'd be able to talk in a moment or two.

[justlurkinghere]

He was doing better than Derek then! Derek who was slowly letting his legs give out with that werewolf grace. Which ended with him leaning against the wall with Stiles in his lap.

[robinonadderall]

Well Derek had done considerably more work than Stiles. He didn't mind their current position though. He cupped Derek's jaw with his hands and started pressing kisses all over his face. 'Cause now was the time to be sweet.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek lazily attempted to kiss back, mostly just looking fond as he relaxed in the afterglow.

"We need to try that more often," he said, speech slurring a bit.

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah we do." Maybe without all the fighting at first. "I love you."

[justlurkinghere]

Might be a thought, yes.

Derek brought his hand up to steady Stiles enough that he could kiss him back with a quiet sort of intensity that he was a fan of sometimes. Like Stiles was the only thing worth focusing on.

[robinonadderall]

At the moment Stiles felt like Derek was the only thing worth focusing on. If he had cared about anybody else he probably wouldn't have screamed when he came a few minutes ago. Poor Mike.

"We're a mess," Stiles murmured, looking down between them.

[justlurkinghere]

"We need to start hiding wipes with the lube for clean up," Derek mumbled, ducking his head down to lick a little of the mess off of Stiles' chest.

[robinonadderall]

"Be a smart idea," Stiles said, shivering a little when he felt Derek's mouth on his chest. "Wanna take a shower?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Then order take out," Derek suggested. Then pass out in a pile of limbs.

[robinonadderall]

"Sounds like a plan." Stiles kissed Derek one more time before starting to get up.

So the score was Sex - 2, Discussing Their Problems - 0.

[justlurkinghere]

They brought up one problem! And then had mind blowing abd violent sex. Okay, point made.

Derek grinned, watching him unselfconsciously. Because he was soooo into you, Stiles.