robinonadderall | Less Than Creepy Mansion

"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."

Derek smiled back, leaning in to do as instructed. "I love you."

And never mind the relationship kiss of death that was tattooing your partner's name on you.

"I love you too," Stiles said before kissing him. Yeah, the name tattoo never ended well. Maybe they'd break the cycle!

And maybe Beacon Hills would stop trying to murder them. Stop laughing.

Derek pressed him back against the bed, cupping Stiles' face with his hands for an overly sweet kiss. An overly sweet kiss that was quickly turning into something a bit more on par with the satin panties/cock ring set up they had going for them.

Well of course it'd lead back there. It always led back to sex. Besides, it'd be sad to see the panties/cock ring go to waste.

Stiles slid one of his hands up Derek's chest, fingers lingering over the tattoo. It made up for the lack of chest hair.

There was that. It was true.

Derek nipped at Stiles' jaw before pulling away again to shove his goddamn pants off. "How do you want to--?"

"Well I figure it's gonna be a few times with the uh--" Cock ring. Just stay cock ring, Stiles. "Maybe on my hands and knees first? That way the panties can stay on for a bit."

Derek pushed back in for another kiss at that. "We can do this the other way around next time."

And didn't he look thrilled for that too?

"I like the idea of that," Stiles said with a smile. "Come on, let me turn over."

Derek scooted back to admire the look of Stiles in those panties for a moment before working the cock ring on before he was too hard to do it comfortably. "You look just..."

"So do you," Stiles said, eyes focused on the cock ring around Derek. He still kept taking glances at it even after he moved onto his hands and knees.

"Lube?" Derek asked, placing his hands on Stiles' hips once he was in place. His thumbs brushed over the fabric to expose more of Stiles' skin.

Which was completely necessary despite him knowing full well how Stiles' looked naked.

Stiles reached under the pillows until his hand closed around a bottle. "I think it's the vanilla one again."

"I can see if they have new flavors next time."

"Is there a particular flavor you'd want?" he asked.

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