No longer ghost-filled mansion | Sunday afternoon

[robinonadderall]

So the ghost thing was....a thing. A truly disturbing thing that he never wanted to deal with again. Sure, it hadn't caused as quite as much destruction as the nogitsune had but it still had freaked Stiles out and made him feel gross afterwards. And he hadn't even been the one possessed.

He had to go back to school tomorrow 'cause finals started on Monday but he was taking as much time as he could today to make sure Derek was okay. It involved a lot of clinging.

[For Derek!]

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[justlurkinghere]

"You look perfect," Derek muttered, slowly starting up a rhythm with his finger.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles huffed, opening up his eyes a little to peek at Derek. "Your definition of perfection is skewed."

[justlurkinghere]

"Is not." Kinda was. But in a good way.

For that, Derek slowly added a second finger.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles groaned, out of both frustration and pleasure. "I'm gonna regret saying slow and sweet, aren't I?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Yeah?" Derek asked, as he carefully and methodically work Stiles open with an intense sort of focus. He'd been given the go ahead to do it after all.

[robinonadderall]

"God," he panted out. He rocked his hips gently to meet Derek's movements. "I might die before we're done."

[justlurkinghere]

"Easy," Derek muttered, holding onto Stiles' hip with his free hand to ease the strain on his muscles.

[robinonadderall]

"Come on." He was too impatient for this.

[justlurkinghere]

"No, no," Derek replied, carefully adding a third finger. "Slowly."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles threw his head back against the pillows, doing his best to grind back against Derek's fingers. "You just--"

You were the worst, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

"You're doing good," Derek said, taking some pity on him by moving his fingers with more force but no more speed.

[robinonadderall]

That earned Derek another loud moan. "Come on, please."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek shushed him, easing Stiles down onto the bed so he could get back to his one true love of marking him up with bites.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles jerked lightly at the bites. "You totally hate me."

[justlurkinghere]

"You can return the favor," Derek offered lightly. Because they both knew Stiles was way more prone to giving in when there was begging.

[robinonadderall]

"I totally could." He could not. "I could tease you forever."

Again, he could not.

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm all for that," Derek replied earnestly. Because it wasn't happening.

If it helped Stiles out, Derek punctuated that with a friendly lick up the length of Stiles' cock.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles mouth dropped open, hands scrambling to grab at Derek's hair. "How can you stand this?"

[justlurkinghere]

"I have self control," Derek mumbled, panting against Stiles' dick at the hair grabbing. You brought that on yourself, Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

"I've seen you lose that self control," he said, tugging at Derek's hair. "A few times."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek was just forced to groan and pull his fingers out of Stiles to hold onto his hips as he took him into his mouth instead.

Hair pulling was just not playing fair.

[robinonadderall]

"Derek," Stiles whined. "I'm not gonna last if you keep doing that."

[justlurkinghere]

Dere sighed before finally pulling back. Damn your logic there, Stiles.

He ran his hands down Stiles' thighs to carefully easy him back onto Derek's lap. "Impatient."

[robinonadderall]

"Always," he agreed. "But I don't want to come too soon."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek snorted in amusement, shaking his head as he pulled Stiles closer. It took a moment of awkward shifting to press into him.