Le Non-Creepy Mansion | Friday Night

[robinonadderall]

Stiles felt like he hadn't really done enough for Derek's birthday. Sure he had ordered Chinese food (and hadn't spilled any carrying it up to the bedroom) and, yeah, he broke out the Die Hard DVD to watch (epitome of romance, right there) but he felt like it wasn't enough. Probably because hadn't gotten (or could afford) a gift that wasn't a homemade card.

Though there was one of those too sitting on the dresser.

Look, he was a college kid, he had to make do with limited resources.

[For the birthday guy and SP]

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[justlurkinghere]

"That a problem?" Derek asked, not stopping the scent marking.

[robinonadderall]

"No," he replied. "It's just usually you're stealthier about this stuff."

[justlurkinghere]

"It's a full moon," Derek muttered. Because that was totally a valid thing with him and his insane control over the wolfy instincts. "And you brought me food. In my bed."

Look at you providing for him.

[robinonadderall]

"That does it for you?" Weird. That was weird.

[justlurkinghere]

"Just be glad I'm not chasing my tail and trying to get you to play catch," Derek replied dryly.

[robinonadderall]

"Aw, that'd be cute!"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek rolled his eyes, wriggling against Stiles as he toed off his socks. "I wag my tail around you. It's demeaning."

Nope. Still adorable.

[robinonadderall]

"It's cute," he said, sliding his hands over Derek's shoulders. "It's how I know you like me."

[justlurkinghere]

"I like you," Derek grumbled.

[robinonadderall]

"I know," Stiles said, leaning up to give Derek a kiss. "I'm teasing you."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek placed a hand at the back of Stiles' neck as he kissed him back. "You're such a brat."

[robinonadderall]

"Still haven't told me your itinerary yet."

[justlurkinghere]

"I was thinking I'd kiss my boyfriend." Which he did again. Look at him checking that off the list. "Then ask for a birthday blowjob."

[robinonadderall]

"I think I can manage that," he said, kissing Derek again.

[justlurkinghere]

"More to be added on request," he added, slipping a hand up Stiles' shirt.

[robinonadderall]

"Just say the word," he said, spreading his legs so Derek could fit between them.

[justlurkinghere]

"That's a lot of leeway," Derek teased, ducking his head down to kiss Stiles stomach where his shirt had been hiked up.

[robinonadderall]

"It's your birthday," Stiles said. "You should get what you want on your birthday."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek hid a grin against Stiles' stomach before continuing to push up on his shirt to get it off. "I want you to fuck me then."

[robinonadderall]

"Blowing you then fucking you," he said, pulling his shirt off. "Good plan."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek sat up to tug off his own shirt. "And then we can watch Die Hard."

THEY WERE SO ROMANTIC.

[robinonadderall]

"No round three?" he teased, going to unbutton his jeans.

[justlurkinghere]

"Will Bruce Willis get you going for it?" Derek asked, wagging his eyebrows.

[robinonadderall]

"Maybe," he said, reaching down to rub his hand against Derek's crotch. "He was pretty good looking back in the day."

[justlurkinghere]

"How didn't I realize you went for the muscular loners?" Derek teased. He closed his eyes and pressed his hips forward against the firm grip of Stiles' hand.