Valentine's Day Mansion | Mid-Morning

[robinonadderall]

So it was Valentine's Day. Stiles actually hadn't planned anything special beyond spending time with Derek, which might have made him a lame boyfriend but whatever, he was a broke college student. He should be forgiven of such things.

He should also be forgiven for sleeping in until almost noon. Shut up, he had a biology exam yesterday. Which was stupid since he wasn't even majoring in that. Stupid gen ed requirements.

[For his Valentine!]

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[justlurkinghere]

All the holiday. Yep.

"You get me going," Derek replied, not bothering to tease as he searched for Stiles' prostate.

That was also true.

[robinonadderall]

"Fuck!" Well Derek found it. "Holy shit, please--"

[justlurkinghere]

"Mmhmm," Derek hummed, licking around his fingers. Once the... holiday was over, he'd have to apologize for the beard burn.

[robinonadderall]

Luckily thanks to the holiday (yes, the holiday) Stiles wasn't even noticing the beard burn at the moment.

"That's--" Stiles moaned and rocked his hips back a little. "Come on, Derek."

He was getting impatient, but he wasn't crying.

[justlurkinghere]

"You're not crying yet," Derek replied. Hey, he was having no issue with using his free hand to jerk himself off as he did this.

He could be patient. Kinda.

[robinonadderall]

"Told you," he panted. "Too manly."

[justlurkinghere]

"Liar." You weren't manly at all!

Derek added a third finger, exercising some care still as he fucked Stiles with them.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles moaned loudly, fingers digging into the sheets. "Just admit defeat and fuck me, Derek, come on."

[justlurkinghere]

"Not happening." If only because he was having trouble not jerking off while doing this.

Oops.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles looked behind him to see Derek jerking himself off. "Hey! Cheating!"

[justlurkinghere]

"How is that cheating?"

[robinonadderall]

"It just is!" he said. "Because--because you're not fucking me."

[justlurkinghere]

"Yes, I am," Derek replied, twisting his fingers to prove his point.

[robinonadderall]

"Y-you know what I mean," he gritted out.

[justlurkinghere]

"I don't think I do," Derek replied, idly pressing a fourth finger against Stiles' rim. Just to see if it would fit as well.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles' arms got a little shaky after that and he flopped down, chest on the mattress while still up on his knees. "I hate you."

[justlurkinghere]

Well wasn't that a great response? "You love me," Derek corrected, kissing Stiles' back soothingly as he worked that fourth finger into him.

[robinonadderall]

"Please," Stiles whined. You were killing him, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

"Please?" Derek asked, having to tighten the grip he had on himself.

[robinonadderall]

"Fuck me." Y

[justlurkinghere]

That was just as good as crying, really. Probably better because Derek was scrambling up to press his dick into Stiles woth a hiss.

[robinonadderall]

"Oh fuck," he moaned, sitting back up on his elbows. "Come on, fuck me."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek dug his fingers into the soft skin of Stiles' hips to give him what he asked. This... was going to end in a few bruises.

"Just like that--fuck."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles rocked back against Derek, not worry about silly things like taking his time or being gentle. "Thought--thought you were gonna fuck me against the wall."

Mouthy even when desperate to come.

[justlurkinghere]

"You--you want me to pull out?"