robinonadderall | Less Than Creepy Mansion

Stiles sighed contentedly and reached down to put his hands in Derek's hair. "They feel pretty nice. A little tight though."

Though the tightness problem only occurred in the last five minutes.

Such a mystery how that might have happened! Truly one for the ages.

Derek inhaled deeply, eyes closed to enjoy the hands in his hair before he remembered what he was doing here: Creepily enjoying his jailbait boyfriend in panties by mouthing at them.

How dare you, he was over eighteen.

"God," he murmured, tugging on Derek's hair. "So I take it you like them?"

"Yeah," Derek said with a little laugh. "I like them. You."

He mouthed at Stiles' dick through the fabric.

The feeling of the silky fabric pressing against his dick was enough to make him shiver a little. "And you're still gonna end up ripping them off, aren't you?"

"You could keep them on during," Derek offered. He licked at where the fabric was bulging obscenely.

"M-maybe for the first round," he said, breath hitching. "But with you wearing that cock ring I bet you'll rip them off at some point."

Probably out of frustration.

...accurate.

"Bet what?" NO. NO, YOU GUYS.

Stiles huffed out a laugh and shook his head. "Are you serious?"

Derek tugged down on the jeans and grinned up at him. "I'm always serious about sex."

"Sure you are." He bit down on his lip and shrugged. "I don't know what I'd bet. I'd be kind of sad if you didn't rip them off eventually."

Comments like that got Derek kissing Stiles' thigh as he tossed the jeans to the floor.

"And I wouldn't want to do that to you," Derek replied. And maybe there was completely helpful rub of the heel of his hand over Stiles' crotch.

Stiles groaned, lifting his hips up again. "You plan on getting naked tonight?"

"Eventually," he replied, smirking as he pulled away to tug his shirt off. To show the totally romantic and normal tattoo he'd gotten.

Romantic.

"You shaved your chest." Yeah that was actually the first thing he noticed. Then he noticed the ink. "What."

Because the chest hair was important to their relationship.

"It'll grow back."

"Is that my name?" he asked. "Did you tattoo my name to your chest?"

Romantic.

"Yeah," Derek replied, looking down at the overly difficult name. "I wanted to get something for us."

"Derek, I--" Well it was kind of hard to be upset at reasoning like that. "People are gonna think you're nuts."

Stiles was among them, but judging by the look on his face he meant nuts in a fond sort of way.

Derek put his hand over the tattoo. Which meant there was manboob cupping there. "It's not for any of them."

Stiles reached up to cover Derek's hand with his own. "I know that. I'm just surprised, that's all."

"Should have stuck with sex toys, huh?" Derek asked, glancing up at him out of the corner of his eye.

"I didn't say that," Stiles said, moving Derek's hand out of the way so he could look at the tattoo again. "I just don't want you regretting it in the future."

Derek let his hand be moved, keeping a grip on Stiles' for some sweaty palmed hand holding. "I've regretted a lot of things."

Seriously, a ton of things.

"You're not one of them."

Well that made Stiles smile again. "Kiss me."

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