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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[robinonadderall]

Stiles didn't know what Derek was asking for exactly, but he could improvise. He relaxed his throat a little, going down as far as he could. There was a little choking noise but he had this. He could totally rock the birthday blowjob.

[justlurkinghere]

If it helped, Derek didn't know either.

He bit his lip to keep from shouting something super cliche as he came. Mike probably appreciated the attempt at silence.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles reared back a little when he felt Derek coming, not wanting to choke. But he kept his mouth on Derek until he finished and even a little bit after to help him ride out that feeling for as long as he could.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek continued to pet Stiles' hair through his orgasm and then as he tried to catch his breath again after. "That. Was new."

At the end there.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles rested his head against Derek's hip, trying to catch his breath. "It's your birthday."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek tugged him up for a kiss, licking at anything that might have spilled onto Stiles' lips and chin. "I'm going to do something so nice for you on Christmas."

[robinonadderall]

He grinned. "I haven't even fucked you yet."

[justlurkinghere]

"Is that a no?" Derek asked, smiling affectionately as he bumped his forehead against Stiles'.

[robinonadderall]

"I didn't say that," he said, kissing Derek again. "I'm just wondering what promises you're gonna make after you get fucked."

[justlurkinghere]

That got Derek to chuckle, kissing him back easily. "You know I'll try almost anything you ask. Right?"

[robinonadderall]

"I know," he said, though it kind of freaked him out a little. "I still have trouble comprehending that, but I know."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek smiled again, pushing at Stiles' shoulder to flip their positions. "Let's see how long it takes for me to get hard with you fucking me."

[robinonadderall]

"I give it five minutes," he said, rolling over easily onto his back.

[justlurkinghere]

"Ambitious," Derek teased, straddling Stiles' hips to grind down against his dick.

[robinonadderall]

That caused Stiles to inhale sharply, hands sliding up to Derek's thighs. "Do you want to get yourself ready or you want me to do it?"

[justlurkinghere]

"I will," Derek muttered, leaning down for a slightly off balance kiss as he searched for the bottle of lube.

Thank god for their standing order of it.

[robinonadderall]

"You'll probably get hard doing that." Because you were a sex addict, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

It was only a minor addiction!

"I'll be faster at it," Derek replied, sitting up with bottle in hand to pour some out onto his fingers. "Unless you want to wait on getting off..."

Rude.

[robinonadderall]

"I said nothing about wanting to wait," he said. "Though I'm kind of insulted you mocked my fingering speed."

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm so sorry for impugning your skills in ass play," Derek replied with deep sincerity. Really. So sincere.

He pushed himself up slightly to start working himself open on his fingers.

[robinonadderall]

He laughed. "I'm just careful with you, I'm rougher on myself."

[justlurkinghere]

"I know," Derek replied, lips quirkiness up into a smirk. "It's appreciated most of the t--ime."

He wasn't wasting in time in this, thighs trembling and voice breaking as he added more fingers quickly.

[robinonadderall]

"Jesus," he murmured. "You are not fucking around right now."

[justlurkinghere]

"I could slow down if you want," Derek said, reaching back to slick the head of Stiles' dick. Because he was a teasing jerk like that.

[robinonadderall]

"N-no," he gritted out. "Keep going."