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robinonadderall) wrote2014-07-22 06:25 pm
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]
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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Because they were rounding out the night with sweet, tender lovemaking. Why not?
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Derek mouthed against Stiles' neck, hot huffs of breath with each roll of his hips. "You are so perfect. God, Stiles."
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"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.
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So sappy.
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Well, it looked like the whole harder thing was enough for him to get off.
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"We're so awesome at sex," Derek slurred, actually meaning it.
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No, they had not said it enough, it would seem.
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