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Less Than Creepy Mansion | Tuesday Evening

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]

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

"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?

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

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.

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

Derek grinned once quickly before kissing him. And it was a testament to how much they'd been doing this that he was pressing back in with minimal fuss. "You're amazing."

Yeah, Derek was high on all the sex hormones.

Stiles made a pleased little noise that was muffled a bit from the kiss. He was a little sensitive still but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. "Just--tell me if it's too much."

"You're so perfect," Derek continued, grip tight on Stiles' hips to help move him. But that wasn't going to help ease any if the pressure until the right was off. If anything, it made it worse.

Stiles really had no clue how Derek was feeling but he imagined it was pretty overwhelming. He was feeling a little overwhelmed himself and he didn't even have the ring on. He tried to make things easier on Derek by looping his arms around his neck and moving his hips a little to match Derek's thrusts.

...okay maybe that wasn't actually helping at all.

Not helping at all! Other than to get Derek worked up again, digging bruises into Stiles' hips as the pace picked up.

This is why he clearly should have hooked up with someone telepathic. Clearly.

"Fuck, Stiles."

"Guess this isn't doing much to help you get the ring off," he panted. He...was actually a little amused by it now. Because that was the point of this, wasn't it? To let him have control of the situation.

"Pretty--pretty sure I'll come as soon as it's off," he admitted with a huff of laughter.

And God knows both of them hated that. No comeplay fans there. Nope.

"Good," he said. "But you're gonna make me come again before you do that."

Derek groaned again, pulling Stiles tight against him for deep, needy little movements of his hips. "Gonna make you wear it next time."

"Can't wait," he panted. He was slowly but surely getting hard again, but Derek would have to work a little harder before Stiles could come again. "Harder."

Derek growled, pulling Stiles down with each thrust to give him what he asked for. The position wasn't exactly right for it, though. Which would be why he was pushing himself onto his knees, holding onto Stiles' ass to keep him in place before pinning him down against the bed.

"Fuck!" Stiles shouted, throwing his arms over Derek's shoulders so he could scratch his nails down his back. "Fuck, you are so good."

The growling didn't stop when Stiles was talking like that. No, instead it was just interspersed with harsh breaths at the crook of Stiles' neck and shoulder where Derek was just aching to bite down.

And that poor headboard and wall was taking a beating this round.

...hopefully Mike wasn't in the house for all the noise.

"I'm so close," Stiles murmured, tightening his legs around Derek's waist. "Just--you're so fucking amazing."

Damn right the praise was coming out right now.

Well, in no way was the praise helping Derek keep himself under control. Because someone liked it. Liked it a lot.

"C'mon," Derek whined, pressing a hand in the small space between them to brush over Stiles' dick.

It was a good thing for Derek that Stiles was so impatient when it came to his own orgasms because he was not trying to hold back at all. Even the small contact against his dick was enough to have him coming again. Loudly. There was a shout there.

And there was that mind numbing tightness again, making Derek whine and sound completely wounded as he impatiently fucked Stiles through it for a second time. "Please, please--"

Oh yeah, there was begging now.

"Okay," he panted, after a few moments. His brain kind of went out of his dick there for a moment and he was still trying to catch his breath and think at the same time. "Okay, okay, lets get you to come."

Just as long as neither of them thought about the whole asking Stiles for permission to come thing, they'd be fine.

Derek inhaled sharply, pushing Stiles flat against the bed as he pulled back to get the goddamn cock ring off. "Oh."

And was that ever a feeling or relief even as just the brush of his fingers had him painting Stiles' stomach.

Luckily that had not even occurred to Stiles. For now.

He was a little too distracted by Derek coming all over him. If he hadn't just come twice that probably would have been enough to get him hard again. "Holy shit."

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