An Olive Garden on the Mainland | Tuesday Evening

[robinonadderall]

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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[robinonadderall]

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

[justlurkinghere]

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

[robinonadderall]

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.

[justlurkinghere]

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.

[robinonadderall]

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

[justlurkinghere]

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.

[robinonadderall]

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.

[justlurkinghere]

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.

[robinonadderall]

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

[justlurkinghere]

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.

[robinonadderall]

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

[justlurkinghere]

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

[robinonadderall]

"We're not stopping," he said, pulling on his hair again. "Did you want to fuck me?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Do you think you can keep from coming long enough for that to happen?" Derek asked, helpfully jerking him off in slow, measured strokes.

[robinonadderall]

"You can still fuck me even if I come," he said, jerking his hips up helpfully. "I'd still like it."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek blinked up at him like that hadn't even occurred to him. "You'd be okay with it?"

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah," he said. "Why wouldn't I be?"

He liked seeing Derek get off just about as much as he liked getting himself off.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek made a slightly distressed noise, jerking Stiles off faster now. "If you're sure I'm not taking advantage."

He'd also have to see if he could get Stiles off for a third time in one night. Well. In one two hour block of time.

[robinonadderall]

He could probably manage it, let's be real. Benefits of being a teenager.

"You won't be," he said, panting a little. "I want you to."

[justlurkinghere]

They clearly needed help with their sex addiction problems.

Derek ducked his head back down, taking the head of Stiles' dick into his mouth to suck in time with the movement of his hand.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles groaned loudly, fingers pulling a little harder at Derek's hair. "God. You're trying to make me come now, aren't you?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Mmmhmmm." Derek was not helping him at all. Except how he totally was.

Dirty.

He pressed his free hand between Stiles' thighs, running the pad of his finger over Stiles' hole. Just to add to the teasing.

[robinonadderall]

"Fuck--I--" Stiles moaned again when he felt Derek's finger against him. "I'm gonna come. I just need a little more--"

A little more something. You figure it out, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

Hopefully he meant he needed Derek carefully pressing his finger into him to find the right spot. Because that was what Derek did. With only spit slicking the way, it might not have been as nice as he'd like.

[robinonadderall]

It was nice enough for Stiles. It didn't take much more before he was coming hard, hands curling into Derek's hair. He ended up pulling on it pretty hard as he tried to keep from arching his hips off the bed too much.