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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[robinonadderall]

Stiles groaned, acting like this was the most difficult decision he ever had to make. "Fuck--okay, yes. We'll move quick."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek snorted, not loosening his grip just yet. "You're insane," he muttered, pulling Stiles with him to the edge of the bed.

[robinonadderall]

"Hey it was your plan," he muttered, moving along with Derek. "And I was a fan of that plan."

[justlurkinghere]

"Plans change," Derek grumbled. He pulled Stiles up to press his chest against Stiles' back.

[robinonadderall]

"Fair enough," Stiles said, reaching back to grab a hold of Derek's thigh to keep himself steady. "Can't really complain."

[justlurkinghere]

"You're so good," Derek babbled--yes, into Stiles' ear. Sorry about that.

[robinonadderall]

"So are you," Stiles panted, trying to move back against Derek as best he could. He really was completely dependent on Derek here to keep him upright. "Harder."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek hooked an arm around Stiles' chest to keep him in place, his only free hand gripping at Stiles' hip tightly as he did as instructed.

Seriously not going to be able to sit, Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

Somehow Stiles was okay with that. Really very okay with it. "I'm close. So fucking close."

[justlurkinghere]

There was a growl at that as Derek took to more grinding little movements to get himself there.

"Touch yourself."

[robinonadderall]

He must have unconsciously been waiting for Derek's permission because he immediately started doing just that after Derek asked.

Between finally touching himself and Derek grinding into him it didn't take long for Stiles to come again. The current position they were in ensured that they were definitely going to have to do laundry before they slept in the bed tonight.

They really had a problem.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek held onto him, not pausing in his own thrusts in his risk to follow. But, after everything, it didn't take too much longer at least.

Those sheets were going to be disgusting.

[robinonadderall]

Well it was Valentine's Day. It excused everything.

Stiles slumped back against Derek, not really caring that they were both sweaty and gross. "That was awesome."

[justlurkinghere]

"We," Derek replied, panting as he kissed Stiles' neck. "Need food and to do that again."

VALENTINES DAY.

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah," Stiles agreed. "We really, really need to do that."

[justlurkinghere]

Once he could think again, Derek carefully got them both back onto the bed in a vaguely comfortable position. "That was. Just."

[robinonadderall]

"It was," he murmured. "You really did not want to stop fucking me."

[justlurkinghere]

"It was good," Derek mumbled. Because what. What.

[robinonadderall]

"You did most of the work," Stiles said. "You get all the credit."

[justlurkinghere]

"Gold star?"

[robinonadderall]

"Yup," he said. "You've earned it."

[justlurkinghere]

"You're so kind," Derek drawled, flopping against him like a heavy, overly muscular werewolf blanket.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles made a pleased noise, wrapping his arms around Derek. "Love you."

[justlurkinghere]

"Love you too," Derek replied happily. Damn his sappiness following orgasm. "Best holiday ever."

This might even beat New Years Eve!

[robinonadderall]

"Even with our lack of stamina?" he joked.