Less Than Creepy Mansion | Tuesday Evening

[robinonadderall]

Any plans Stiles had of him and Derek going out for their date definitely went out the window when it started raining fish outside. Not that he had plans for that anyway 'cause, let's be real, he knew where this date was gonna go so being too far away from the bedroom would be stupid. So they made the pizza guy suffer instead and called for delivery.

Sorry, pizza guy. At least he was given a nice tip.

[For the date and super SP 'cause, wow, I have a lot of shit to do today]

Comments

[robinonadderall]

"Fuck." That was unfair. "Fuck, you are the worst."

He was so lying.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek kindly licked him, pressing in close to addadd in a little beard burn for good measure.

[robinonadderall]

"Derek," Stiles groaned, digging his fingers into the mattress. "Is that a magical cock ring that gifted you with infinite patience?"

[justlurkinghere]

"I always do this," Derek replied. Like he wasn't painfully hard and flushed red.

And maybe he was pulling his thumbs back to replace them with three slick fingers. What of it?

[robinonadderall]

Well that was enough to get Stiles to stop bitching for a moment, though it might only be temporary. He moaned loudly, jerking his hips out of surprise. It was the best kind of surprise though.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek steadied him with his one hand, pressing the fingers of the other in until they hit the knuckles. "Fuck, Stiles..."

Because that was just what he was doing with his fingers, after all. Fucking him with short, quick little movements.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles gasped, finding it hard to breathe for a moment. He pushed his hips back, essentially fucking himself onto Derek's fingers. "Come on, Derek, I'm ready. Come on."

[justlurkinghere]

"Tell me if--tell me--" Derek muttered, pulling his fingers free to slick himself up just enough. His fingers caught on foreignness of the ring around the base of his dick, forcing a little noise out of him before he was shoving forward, into Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

"Oh fuck," he groaned, dropping down to his elbows. He spread his legs a little more, though he was being restricted by the panties he was still wearing. "You're good. This is good."

It was way more than good.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek ran his fingers over Stiles' hips before sinking them into the fabric of the panties for a good grip. Then he pulled back just enough to watch himself rock back into Stiles.

"God, you look--" Whatever he'd wanted to say was cut off by a groan as he repeated the movement.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles dug his fingers into the mattress as much as he could, roughly pushing back to meet Derek's movements. "Just like that, god, keep doing that."

[justlurkinghere]

"Yeah," Derek agreed, closing his eyes as he drove forward into Stiles. He needed to come to take the edge off, but... "Yes."

But that didn't stop him from trying!

[robinonadderall]

"Fuck, I'm gonna--" He was gonna slide a hand down into his panties to stroke his dick because he hadn't managed to get them all the way off yet.

It was safe to say they were about to get ruined.

[justlurkinghere]

"C'mon," Derek groaned, holding onto Stiles' hips tightly to pound into him with more force than he liked. He was hunched over Stiles' body, curling in like he couldn't stay away if he wanted to. He needed, just needed so badly now. "C'mon, Stiles."

[robinonadderall]

That amount of force wasn't bothering Stiles at all right now. In fact it seemed to be just what he needed seeing as a few moments later he was coming hard and possibly far too quickly.

He regretted nothing.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek made a muffled, whining noise through clenched teeth. Because not even that was pushing him into coming as well. And it almost ached to stay hard now.

He kept thrusting through all of Stiles little aftershocks, not being polite about it at all.

He deeply regretted everything.

[robinonadderall]

"Fuck," he murmured once he could think again. Which took a little longer than usual with Derek still fucking him. He was actually still having a hard time with the whole words thing. "H-hold on, let me turn over."

Because he needed to look at Derek to make sure he was okay.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek made that noise again, but nodded as he moved back. "This is--this--"

Okay, a little much.

[robinonadderall]

"Are you okay?" Stiles asked, rolling over onto his back. He looked a little concerned, even for somebody who just had an orgasm.

[justlurkinghere]

"Yeah," Derek replied, burying his face against Stiles' neck. He pulled at the ruined panties, claws slicing through them easily. He just really needed to see all of Stiles right now, okay?

"It's just. Intense," he breathed.

[robinonadderall]

"Intense in a good way, right?" he asked, looking down at the shredded panties. "Probably should have taken that bet."

[justlurkinghere]

"Yeah." Derek wasn't strictly sure, to be honest. But he didn't want to stop at least. "It's not as bad now."

Possibly because he wasn't fucking Stiles. You know. That probably factored in.

"You felt really good when you came."

Was anyone surprised by that?

[robinonadderall]

Great, Derek, way to make Stiles blush for a stupid reason. Good work. "Want to keep fucking me?"

[justlurkinghere]

It wasn't stupid! It was dirty.

"You're not sore?" Derek asked, already man handling him into position because dear god. He pulled Stiles up onto his lap, carefully pulling away any shredded red fabric that remained.

[robinonadderall]

"I'm good," he promised. "Keep going."