robinonadderall | An Olive Garden on the Mainland

An Olive Garden on the Mainland | Tuesday Evening

Derek had wanted a classier date than Denny's tonight and Stiles gave it to him. The classiest unlimited breadsticks in town.

Stiles had been waiting for this date all week, not just because of the food (though he was pretty excited about his chicken parm), but because of inappropriate totally not safe for work things that were going on tonight. Just knowing what was going on in Derek's pants right now was making him all giddy and excitable.

It'd be kind of weird just saying they were on a date for dirty stuff. So Stiles chose to pretend they were celebrating him removing the bandage off his new tattoo. He was wearing short sleeves and no other layers for once and kept glancing down at the French wrapped around his wrist every few minutes.

[For one! Guess who it is. Go on, guess]

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"You're eighteen and I'm a werewolf," Derek replied, turning his head so he could bite at the soft skin on Stiles' inner thigh. "I don't know if our sex drives are going to be normal together."

"Like I said, I'm not complaining," Stiles said, leg twitching a little when Derek bit him. "Our laundry machine is probably complaining from all the sheets we have to wash, but I'm not complaining."

"Oh, now you care about that?"

Stiles smiled and shrugged. "Are you just gonna stare at me jerking off or..."

"I don't know," Derek replied, kissing where he'd bitten Stiles. "We're having too much sex."

Just ignore how he was rubbing his cheek against Stiles now. Close enough that his hair was brushing Stiles' dick.

"I didn't say that." His free hand went to Derek's hair, petting him lazily.

Derek looked up at him, eyebrows clearly saying 'no shit' before he turned his head into the petting.

"Should we set limits?" He asked, ducking his head to breathe hot and wet against Stiles' dick.

"Absolutely not," Stiles said, squirming a little. "We'll slow down after I leave for school anyway."

"Might be good practice for then," Derek insisted. Because he was an asshole. He nosed at where Stiles' hand still was before ducking down further to lick Stiles' balls.

Like the great big tease he was.

"Jesus," Stiles murmured, pulling at Derek's hair. "Don't be a jerk."

Derek hummed happily at both the hair pulling and the teasing. But also because he was taking pity on Stiles to suck one into his mouth.

"Oh god." Stiles kept one hand tight in Derek's hair while he used the other to stroke himself, faster than before.

Derek shifted against the bed, grinding against it. Because of those sounds.

He kindly pulled back just enough to give the same attention to the other one. If there was a gentle bite mixed in there, it was not Derek's fault.

Stiles groaned, arching his back up a little. "You're gonna end up with come in your hair if you keep doing that."

"Take your hand off your dick then," Derek replied like that was the obvious solution.

Well that was an easy enough request to fulfill. Stiles took his hand off his dick and followed it up with a little arch of his hips. Hint hint.

Such a subtle hint! Whatever could it be that he wanted Derek to do?

Derek nosed at Stiles' dick like the complete tease he was. Only after he was satisfied with that did he take it into his mouth.

"Finally," he moaned, putting both hands in Derek's hair now. "You're such a fucking tease."

Derek rolled his eyes as he bobbed his head. Not that Stiles could see it, but he liked to think the head he was giving had a certain surly quality to it.

He moved up onto his knees for a better angle that wouldn't kill his neck.

Stiles did not notice anything surly about the blowjob he was getting. Mostly because he was busy throwing his head back like he was the heroine of a romance novel. He was moaning like one too.

Derek was pretty sure romance novels didn't have characters that made those noises. Because if they did, he'd be reading more of them.

He was keeping the bobs of his head shallow enough to keep from choking himself in his enthusiasm. But even then, he had to pull off eventually to catch his breath. "You can--I like when you pull my hair?"

Wow, look at the sheepishness while he was blowing you, Stiles.

That was actually kind of adorable. "Yeah, I--okay. Okay."

And they were back to fluctuating between romantic and kinky as Derek kissed Stiles' hipbone for being okay with it. Then maybe a few kisses along the side of Stiles' dick.

Kisses. Licks. Either or.

Stiles exhaled slowly, tugging on Derek's hair as asked. "You're trying to kill me."

"We could stop and cuddle," Derek teased, not even trying to muffle the groan as Stiles tugged on his hair.

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