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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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.

"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?"

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

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

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

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

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?"

"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.

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.

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

Derek curled his hands around Stiles' hips to hold him in place as he slowly rocked back and then forward again to enjoy the slick heat. "You feel--so good."

"So do you," he said, rocking his hips slowly to meet Derek's. "You're fucking amazing."

Derek bent over him, planting his hands on the bed next to Stiles' now instead. He places a kiss at the back of Stiles' neck, not pausing in the movements of his hips.

Because they were rounding out the night with sweet, tender lovemaking. Why not?

Stiles groaned, tilting his head to expose his neck to Derek. He was okay with slow, more than okay with it. He could feel his orgasm slowly building up and it was nice not rushing to get to the end for once.

Then hopefully he'd be okay wit Derek shifting his hands over to thread his fingers with Stiles' against the sheets. Because that was also happening.

Derek mouthed against Stiles' neck, hot huffs of breath with each roll of his hips. "You are so perfect. God, Stiles."

Stiles squeezed his fingers around Derek's, moaning his name softly. He was grinding against the mattress now, dick finally fully hard. "I love you. Fuck, I love you."

Well, weren't they just a pair?

"Stiles," Derek whined, tucking his head against Stiles' shoulder. He rolled his hips, easy and slow enough that the build was probably going to be more intense than their frantic sex in the car.

Stiles gasped, mouth dropping open. Everything was so intense that he was becoming a little overwhelmed. He unwrapped one of his hands from Derek's only to grab him by the wrist and kiss the tips of his fingers one by one.

So sappy.

"You're just," Derek attempted to say, not quite managing to get past those words as he groaned again. He ground forward desperately. "I'm gonna--"

"I'm close too," he said. "Just--harder. A little harder."

Derek nodded against Stiles' shoulder, thrusting forward with more force. Sharp, quick rocks of his hips that didn't separate them more than they'd been since they started this round. "C'mon," Derek babbled. "C'mon--"

Well, it looked like the whole harder thing was enough for him to get off.

Stiles squeezed his eyes shut, trying to chase that feeling so he could come. It only took a few more thrusts and a couple grinds against the mattress before he was coming again, knees going weak at the intensity of it.

Derek made a noise that was possibly a word, but it was muffled by the fact that he was mouthing at Stiles' shoulder still. Also that his brains had leaked out his dick there.

Stiles sighed contentedly, kissing Derek's fingers again. He felt all warm and fuzzy minded right now. He'd be okay with Derek staying where he was for, oh, forever.

Which would probably get awkward for college, but if that's what they wanted to do...

"We're so awesome at sex," Derek slurred, actually meaning it.

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