robinonadderall | No longer ghost-filled mansion

Derek's grip tightened at that and he muffled a groan at the bite. "Like that. Just like that."

"I love you," he murmured before biting down on Derek's neck again. "I love you so much."

Well that got a desperate little whine out of Derek, as he clung to Stiles. "You too," he mumbled. "Love you."

Stiles cursed under his breath, tightening his hold on Derek as he felt his orgasm build up slowly. "M-might be making good on that promise of making me walk funny."

Derek huffed out a little laugh at that. "Close?"

He nodded against Derek's neck. "You?"

"Yeah," Derek replied, moving with more sure force. He could feel the drag of Stiles' dick pinned between them against his stomach. "Yeah."

Because who didn't enjoy the idea of being marked up?

Well if Derek liked being marked then today was his lucky day. Stiles was pretty close to coming all over his stomach and chest.

"Come on," he mumbled, trying to move his hips a little harder. "Please."

"I've got you," Derek panted against his ear, making a little noise each time Stiles moved.

He bit down on the flesh of Stiles' neck to muffle those noises even as he started helping Stiles move faster.

"Oh god, fuck--" Stiles squeezed his eyes shut as he felt himself get closer. He ground down a few more times before tightening his legs around Derek's waist and coming all over both of their stomachs.

Which as only going to make things that much more difficult for Derek to keep up the tender romance of this.

He gasped, driving into Stiles shallowly without much rhythm behind the movements. "Stiles--fuck!"

Stiles made a whimpering noise against Derek's neck, clinging to him more as he rode out his orgasm. If Derek was looking for help when it came to his own orgasm...he might not be getting it.

Well that was just rude of Stiles. Luckily for him, Derek didn't notice because the clinging was working just fine for him.

Derek moved them back against the bed, keeping Stiles' close but pinned against the mattress as he continued to move. It didn't take too much more after that to have him coming with a muffled whine, though.

You got lucky, Stiles.

Stiles let out a small, pleased noise when he felt Derek come, petting his shoulders soothingly. He might be out of commission for a bit.

In this instance, they both were. Derek put more weight against Stiles' than he would when able to think again, nose pressed against Stiles' neck to inhale deeply. Eventually they'd have to disentangle themselves, but nothing as of yet.

Stiles pressed kisses against Derek's neck and shoulders, not minding the weight against him at all. That was totally worth the torture of all the teasing.

"Good?" Derek mumbled once the ability to speak came back online.

He let out an approving hum. "Very."

Derek turned his head enough so that he could kiss Stiles on the mouth, smiling into it like the sap he was.

"Definitely made good on your promise of romance," he said between kisses.

"Don't think you're walking funny, though," Derek replied, idly petting the sides of Stiles' throat where the bite marks were starting to bruise.

"I don't think I can walk at all," he said.

That got a laugh out of Derek, at least. "Good. I'm not letting you leave just yet."

"You'll have to let me go eventually," he murmured. "Got finals tomorrow."

"Delaying you academic death a little while longer," Derek replied, using Stiles' shoulder as a pillow.

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