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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 rocked back against him as much as the position allowed him. He wrapped both arms around Stiles, gripping tightly where he could.

Yeah the romantic thing wasn't going to last. They had been at this for way too long for that to happen.

Stiles pulled back after a few moments, sitting up on his knees. "Put your legs over my shoulders."

In their defense... sex.

Derek nodded, laying back to comply with that. You were so lucky he was supernaturally flexible.

Derek totally did werewolf yoga, don't lie.

Stiles gripped Derek's thighs with both hands and used the new found leverage he had to thrust into him hard. Safe to say the careful, romantic portion was over.

Excuse you, this was super romantic. Derek struggled for a moment before finding himself mostly at Stiles' mercy like this.

Though the noise he made when Stiles moved like that implied he didn't find this to be a bad thing. "Fuck."

"Touch yourself," Stiles panted, picking up his speed.

"Harder," Derek groaned, reaching between them to jerk himself off as instructed.

"O-okay," Stiles murmured. He thrust into Derek harder, nails digging into his thighs. He glanced down at where Derek was jerking himself off for a moment but quickly had to squeeze his eyes shut in order to keep himself from coming too soon.

It was actually becoming an imminent threat regardless of how he tried to put it off.

Derek turned his head to the side, exposing all that lovely neck for the biting. Not that he was into that or anything.

He groaned loud, squeezing himself to keep from coming before Stiles. He wanted to feel that.

Which was normal, right?

"Derek, fuck, you can't--" Why did you have to do that, Derek? Now Stiles had to put your legs down in order to bite your neck. Had to. It was your fault he had this kink.

At least he hadn't stopped fucking into Derek?

Derek had evil plans! Evil!

"Can't what?" he muttered, going back to holding onto Stiles. "Fuck--there."

You couldn't be a neck tease, Derek, that's what! At least that is what Stiles would have said if he had enough of a brain to speak more than short sentences.

"I can't--" Ugh. Words. He bit down on Derek's neck again before trying to give it another go. "In you or on you?"

See, very short sentences.

How could you ask him that now?

Derek whined at being made to choose between the two. "In," he said finally. "In. On me after. God, on me after."

Yeah, these thoughts weren't helping him from coming.

He had no idea why he kept asking Derek that because the answer always ruined his hopes and dreams of having impressive stamina.

This time was no exception. He managed a quick nod against Derek's neck and a few more uncoordinated thrusts before he was coming so hard that he felt like he might black out for a moment. He barely had the frame of mind to pull out and finish messily on Derek's stomach.

Stiles, you managed to decipher his babble and give him just what he wanted.

Best. Boyfriend. Ever.

Derek panted, reaching down quickly to jerk himself off to, well, add to the mess. "Stiles--"

Stiles was fluent in sex speak. Only language he'd be able to master.

He was panting heavily, looking down at Derek's dick when an idea came to him. An idea that would only come after watching a lot of porn and currently being orgasm drunk. "Hey--wait. Do you wanna finish on my face?"

So much porn.

THIS HAD STARTED OUT ROMANTIC, YOU GUYS. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!

Derek stared at him with wide eyes like Stiles had just purposed to him. "I--yes."

So very yes. Enough that he was climbing awkwardly to his knees, not once letting go of his dick.

Stiles gave Derek a dopey smile like they were talking about marriage and rolled onto his back to make this easier for them.

It was a good thing they already agreed to get back in the bathtub after this.

Somehow this all worked for them. They were so lucky to have latched onto each other like this.

Derek was close enough from everything leading up to this that it only took a few frantic strokes before he was coming. Just ignore the stifled little moan he made watching as he painted Stiles face like this.

Stiles had been smart enough to close his eyes (because he was not going to the optometrist for an embarrassing injury like that no) but it was still nice to feel that happening to him and hearing Derek's little moan.

He was definitely a mess. But it was worth it though.

Yeah, that was a clinic visit they both wanted to avoid.

Derek leaned down, resting his forearms on the bed next to Stiles head to support his weight as he kissed Stiles. Heedless of the mess this was making of his stubble.

Well if Derek wasn't going to say anything about the mess then Stiles wasn't either. He looped his arms around Derek's neck and kissed him back, feeling completely relaxed and happy for once.

Derek's chest hair was already going to need a scrubbing, so why not add to it all for that bath.

He smiled at the scent of contentment under all those other smells, licking once at Stiles' lips. "I really love you."

As an fyi.

Stiles smiled. "You're only saying that because I let you come on my face."

"You can come on mine next time," Derek promised him solemnly.

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