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]

"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.

[robinonadderall]

"It's a weakness," he said, tracing the outline of Derek's cock with his fingers.

[justlurkinghere]

"Helpless against my charms?" Derek sighed, unbuttoning his jeans helpfully.

[robinonadderall]

"So helpless." Stiles hooked his fingers into the edges of Derek's jeans to tug them down.

[justlurkinghere]

Now Derek was helping with that, wriggling out of his way too tight pants.

He had a problem. He really did.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles smiled at Derek for his predictable lack of underwear. He wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking slowly.

[justlurkinghere]

Underwear was a tool to keep you restricted!

Derek sighed, placing his hands on Stiles' shoulders for balance and more connection to him. "Stiles..."

[robinonadderall]

"So when I fuck you later," Stiles started, still stroking Derek at a slow, easy pace. "How did you want it?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek let out a slow, shakey breath. "I want--I want to ride you."

[robinonadderall]

"We can do that," he murmured. "Lie down."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek leaned in for one more easy kiss before he complied with that. His overt romanticism was just special, wasn't it?

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[robinonadderall]

So very special. Stiles got up on his knees, helping Derek pull off his pants the rest of the way before standing up to kick his off.

Then he took a second to admire the view, because it was a nice one.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek made sure to stretch out for him at that. His arms folded behind his head and torso drawn lean.