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Cold Moreso Than Creepy Mansion | Sunday Morning

Snow was coming and as much Stiles knew he should probably get on the road and back to school before it hit, he was really tempted to find an excuse to miss class and have a snow day tomorrow. You would too if you were curled up in bed and as cozy as he was. He briefly stuck a foot out of the covers to see if it was worth it to get out of bed and get coffee but determined it was like Antartica in the house and he was better off being uncaffeinated and fell back asleep.

But he would be getting up to pack his bag and go back to school sometime today. Probably. Maybe.

He could miss one day of class, right?

[For the werewolf boyfriend guy and vistors/housemates/etc. I am already coming up with excuses not to go into work tomorrow 'cause 8 inches of snow in my area of Maryland no thank you]

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"You do realize you're punishing yourself if I fall asleep before you come, right?" he asked. "Or is the smugness you'll feel worth it?"

"I can still come." And yes, he could hold this over Stiles forever.

"That's true," he allowed. "You can try if you want but I really don't think you can pull it off."

"I could if I tried." This would end in tears.

"You have some strategy planned or..."

Oh, like Derek ever had strategy planned. "What I do normally works pretty well."

"To get me off, yes," he said with a nod. "But making me fall asleep right away? No. We usually cuddle first and then have a round two."

"True." And Derek really enjoyed both of those things.

He sighed, leaning down to kiss Stile. "Next time."

"Next time," he murmured, kissing Derek. "Or maybe this time if you don't pull off making me fall asleep."

"No faith in me," Derek mutter between kisses, pulling Stiles as close as he could.

Stiles tightened his legs around Derek's waist, trying to pull himself up to press against Derek. His kisses became deeper and with more purpose.

The purpose being getting them worked up to have sex.

Like that would be difficult for them to accomplish.

Derek lifted him enough to stay close as he blindly hunted for where they had stashed the bottle of lube last time.

Stiles kissed him sloppily and not really caring Derek was trying to accomplish something here. He just wanted to keep close to him and if that meant he was hindering Derek from getting the lube, so be it.

Which wasn't helpful at all, Stiles. Derek would have grumbled about that had he not been occupied with pinning Stiles' to the bed to kiss back with as much force as he was being given.

Stiles made a pleased noise, fingers digging into Derek's shoulders. He ground up against Derek as much as he could in this position, though the movement was more frustrating than anything since he couldn't get a good rhythm going.

This really was helping him keep warm.

Derek ever so kindly helped him with that, placing both hands on Stiles' hips to worth them both into a slow, easy rhythm. It matched up nicely with the hungry kisses they were busy exchanging.

That was a whole lot better. Stiles groaned, biting down on Derek's lip before kissing him again. Still not willing to let Derek go.

One of them really needed to grab the lube.

Well, if Stiles wasn't letting go, there was little chance of Derek being able to. He moved a little harder at the bite, making a noise like maybe he was okay with it.

Maybe. Just maybe.

"We need--" To stop being so clingy. But it just wasn't happening.

They constantly acted like they never saw each other.

Clearly they were deprived of affection.

Derek hummed like he was listening to whatever Stile had to say on the matter. But not about to pause in the slow, easy build up they had happening.

"Lube," he croaked, sort of finishing his sentence. He reached blindly underneath the pillows to see if he could find a tube without letting go of Derek.

Derek helped that effort oh so much by taking advantage of the newly exposed throat Stiles' was presenting for more hickeys. He had a problem. Counselling was probably needed.

"You find it?"

"Just--" Damn it, Derek, that wasn't helping! Stiles made a frustrated noise, stretching his arm up just a bit more in order to grab a bottle of lube. "Yes, got it."

Fucking finally.

"Good." Derek reached up to take the bottle before being distracted again with how good that stretch between them felt.

"Should I--" Stiles took a moment to take a deep breath. "Did you want me to turn over?"

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