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 did as he was told, rolling over easily. He was able to get himself on his knees easily enough but his shoulders were still on the bed. He figured his arms giving out would be a given so he was just going to take the lazy way out.

He didn't care it looked a little bit slutty with his face on the bed and his ass in the air.

[justlurkinghere]

Which was on par for their normal interactions with sex, really.

Derek moved behind him, pressing a kiss to the small of Stiles' back as he helpfully steadied those hips with his hands. "I think you're going to sleep for a whole day after this."

[robinonadderall]

"Wow, you think highly of yourself," he teased.

[justlurkinghere]

"You inflated my ego," Derek teased right on back. He sat back on his heels, flicking open the bottle of lube to pour directly onto Stiles. And then slowly press it in with his thumb.

[robinonadderall]

"Cold," Stiles whined. The whining was more from the thumb than the lube being poured on him though. "Jerk."

[justlurkinghere]

"Should I stop?" Derek asked. His thumb was moving slowly, not quite hitting the right spot. Just on the edge.

[robinonadderall]

"You should stop being a tease," Stiles said, moving his hips to try to get what he wanted from Derek. Because that would work.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek shushed him, removing his thumb to press in two fingers instead. "How quickly have you been able to get hard again before?"

[robinonadderall]

"A few--" He cut himself off with a groan as he felt Derek's fingers. "--a few minutes."

[justlurkinghere]

"Really?"

Look, Derek's teenage years were interrupted by trauma. So there was less testing himself like that.

He made a pleased noise and moved in quickly to lick where his fingers pressed inside Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles moaned again, fingers digging into the covers. He rocked his hips back against Derek, trying to get more. "I-I get bored some afternoons. May have timed myself."

He measured his dick too. For science!

[justlurkinghere]

"Christ, how much did you jerk off before us?" Derek asked, biting at Stiles' cheek as he pressed in a third finger.

[robinonadderall]

"T-twice a day. Every day." He had needs, okay?

He wasn't getting hard yet but he was on his way there. The over-sensitivity after coming was long gone at least.

[justlurkinghere]

That just meant Derek was going to have to continue the prostate stimulation. Slow, deliberate touches as he opened Stiles up. "Do you still?"

[robinonadderall]

"Fuck, fuck." It took a second for Stiles to even process that Derek had asked him a question. "I--less now."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek kissed where he'd bitten Stiles, sucking a mark over that. All while moving his fingers in and out of Stiles' ass with a determined, methodical speed. "I could do this until you came again, couldn't I?"

Yeah, like that would happen with how much Derek was grinding against the bed.

[robinonadderall]

"Probably," he murmured. Yeah he was slowly starting to get hard now. He almost wished he was being timed again. Might've broken a record. "Would you want to though?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Yeah," Derek admitted, pressing in a fourth finger. "You just smell--when you come."

[robinonadderall]

"That's not--god--really worded as a compliment," he said, panting now. "Stop making me talk."

[justlurkinghere]

"You smell happy and relaxed and I did that," Derek blurted out. So. Shut up.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles got up on his hands just so he could look back at Derek. "Why are you being sweet at a time like this?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek rolled his eyes because Stiles did not do the nice thing and shut up. Ugh.

"Do you want me to fuck you or not?"

[robinonadderall]

"Yes, fuck me," he said, slumping back on the bed again. He wasn't completely hard yet, but he was getting there. It always took long the second (or third, tonight) around.

[justlurkinghere]

With one last curl of his fingers, Derek pulled back to slick himself. Then he pressed into Stiles, making a truly embarrassing noise as he did so.

[robinonadderall]

"Oh fuck," he murmured, closing his eyes. "Fuck, that's good."