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That One Normal Mansion | Sunday Afternoon

Stiles really shouldn't have bought his ticket to Beacon Hills on the same day he attempted to look for scholarships whose deadlines hadn't passed since the nogitsune thing. It hurt his wallet. Ugh.

But it was for a good cause. Malia needed his help (not that she'd likely admit it) and it was a small price to pay when he compared it to letting the nogitsune back in his head to save her. He understood why Scott wouldn't be up to the task considering Allison hadn't died all that long ago.

He still hadn't packed his overnight bag 'cause he wasn't leaving until tomorrow and was instead downstairs rifling though the freezer for popsicles or ice cream or something frozen. It was hot as shit outside.

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Derek sighed, closing his eyes to center himself. "I like this too."

Look at him using his words with emotional intimacy.

"Good." He thrust his finger in and out a few times before crooking it.

Derek fisted his hands into the sheets so he wouldn't do something like tug too hard on Stiles' hair. "More. I can take more."

Stiles actually agreed with that and added another finger. "How many fingers do you usually do before using the toy?"

"Four," Derek muttered, arching his back to to ride the fingers already in him.

"Halfway there then." He did not add another finger (just to be a jerk) but he did get a little more aggressive with the two he was fucking Derek with.

Rude, Stiles! So rude!

"You're a menace." And Derek was spreading his legs further to allow Stiles more room to work with.

Stiles stifled a laugh against Derek's thigh, adding another finger just to be nice.

"So why do you like this toy the best?"

Okay, maybe he wasn't being too nice. It helped distract him from his own hard on.

He was never nice! Which was probably part of his appeal.

"It's--" Derek started before he was cut off with a groan. "It's thicker than the other ones."

Yes, his face and chest were going red talking about this.

"Huh. Interesting," he said, curling his fingers a little. Stiles found himself grinding against the mattress a little but forced himself to stop after he realized he was doing it. No way he'd last through fucking Derek with a toy and then fucking him himself if he kept doing that.

"Ready for another finger?" Please say yes.

"Yes."

Derek had no pride right now.

That made Stiles laugh a little. "If you're sure."

He was careful about slipping the last finger in but was impatient enough at this point to ensure that he wasn't slowing down any. He leaned up to run his tongue against the head of Derek's dick to distract himself. And to, you know, drive Derek nuts.

That was certainly distracting, yes. So much that Derek was having trouble forming words at the moment, just making a pleased little noise.

His back was arched again, not sure which way he wanted to move right now.

Stiles managed to keep that up for...maybe a full minute and a half before his growing impatience got the better of him. "More?"

He was already pulling his fingers out of Derek and moving to slick up the toy so that answer better be yes.

"Yes, yes," Derek agreed, nodding eagerly. He reached down to cup Stiles' cheek in his hand. Because why not be a romantic little nerd?

Well that meant Stiles had to stop what he was doing to lean up and kiss Derek. Because, yes, let's add romance to this. This being Stiles about five seconds away to fucking his boyfriend with a dildo.

~Romantic~ fucking with a dildo.

"Doing okay?" he asked once the kiss broke.

"Yeah," he said with a nod. "You?"

"Yeah," Derek replied with a small, quick smile.

"Okay," he said with a smile back. "Okay, I'm gonna do the--yeah."

He grabbed the slicked up toy and gently pressed it up against Derek's hole. "This okay?"

The nerves were coming back.

Derek nodded, pulling Stiles down for another kiss. "I'll tell you. But you haven't been--" he looked sheepish. "--it's been really good. With you."

Stiles smiled again, his face turning red for some weird fucking reason. It was really weird to blush when you were slowly starting to press a dildo into your boyfriend's ass.

So weird.

Somehow they managed this. It was a magical thing.

Derek inhaled deeply, mouth falling open as he made himself relax to tale what he really wanted.

"Tell me if its too much," he said, sounding a little breathless as he pressed the toy in a little further. This was quite a sight.

"It's good," Derek said, breathless now. "It's good. You're good."

Everything was apparently good.

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