robinonadderall | Non-Creepy Mansion

Derek smirked up at him, very slowly pulling down so that Stiles would have to remain tense if he wanted his pants removed. "That would depend on you."

"Oh I'd probably go along with whatever your perverted mind comes up with," Stiles said, still remaining tense. 'Cause he wanted his pants off. "I'm agreeable like that."

"Very agreeable," Derek replied, kissing Stiles' hip once it was exposed. He left the waistband of those pants around Stiles' thighs to keep him in place.

"I'd push you against a wall instead of a bed." Then he carefully worked his hand beneath Stiles to continue teasing him with light pressure between his cheeks.

"Yeah?" he breathed, reaching down to put a hand in Derek's hair. "I'd like that. I always like it when you fuck me against the wall."

"I'd have to make sure the plug was enough first." For Stiles' own good. Yes. "Fuck you open further with my fingers."

"If I recall correctly you hate it when I do that to you while you're wearing a plug." Derek tended to be very impatient then.

Derek tended to be very impatient when he was on the other side of things. Because he was terrible.

"You couldn't complain too loud. Not if people were there," Derek replied, pressing the tip of his finger into Stiles while stretching up to find the lube.

Which. Rude.

Stiles groaned. "You know I can't be quiet."

"What would you do?" Derek asked, curling fingers around the bottle. They needed to have closer hiding places. Yes. Two feet away was too far.

"I'd have to be loud," he said, arching up his back to rub his dick around Derek's stomach. "No other choice."

"I'd have to cover your mouth then," Derek replied, pulling his hand back to slick his fingers with the lube. "Before someone found us."

He slowly started to press one finger into him to get the loud noise.

Stiles moaned again, pushing back against that finger. "I'd be okay with that. Really okay with it."

"You would?" Derek asked, nipping at Stiles' throat as he slowly worked another finger into Stiles.

And boy did he ever sound interested in that idea.

"Y-yeah," he murmured. "You could do it now too if you wanted."

"Pinch me if--" It wasn't as good as talking about it. Look at them with their need for safe-words being adapted to this.

Derek bit down on Stiles' throat, sucking on the skin there as he covered Stiles' mouth with his free hand.

Stiles nodded, shivering a little when Derek's hand covered his mouth.

They were two kinky motherfuckers.

He hitched his legs up against Derek's hips, trying to bring him closer. Like that was even possible at this point.

It's what they did best! Really, they should wait until those gloves came into play.

"Good?" he asked, speeding up the movements of his fingers to get the noises out of Stiles that would have made the hand over his mouth necessary.

Stiles jerked his hips up when Derek hit a particularly good spot, moaning loudly. Or at least attempting to.

So yeah that would be a 'yes' to your question, Derek.

Derek did like getting confirmation.

He turned his attention back to making another hickey on Stiles' neck before he had to go back to school. Possessive bastard that he was. "You sound so good like this," he muttered, not letting up with his fingers.

Stiles made what could only be described as a whine, rocking against Derek's fingers. If he could speak there would be so much frustrated whining going on, Derek. So much.

Not that it would stop Derek from being a complete jerk about this, Stiles. It might have encouraged him, really.

He pulled his fingers out of Stiles, shifting as he tugged down his own pants gracelessly. "Fuck, Stiles," he muttered, having to struggle a little to press into him without removing his hand from over Stiles' mouth.

Stiles moaned loudly when he felt Derek press into him, as graceless as it was. The fact that Derek couldn't even wait to get his pants off all the way was extremely hot though he couldn't voice that at the moment.

He'd mention it later. Maybe. When he wasn't getting screwed through the mattress.

Well, someone didn't help with starting thing out with talk of new sex toys here. So, this could all be blamed on Stiles. Yes.

Derek gripped Stiles' hip tightly as the tight heat around him was nearly overwhelming with that build up. He groaned and pressed his face in against Stiles' throat to inhale.

This was all why they'd never manage sex in a semi-public place.

Nope. It'd definitely end in an arrest. Even with his mouth covered Stiles managed to be loud between the moaning and the harsh breaths he was taking through his nose. He was loving it though; the whole thing felt more intense than usual.

He managed to get both hands in Derek's hair, gripping it tight as he felt his orgasm build up. This was not going to take long at all.

Between the two of them, this was going to end up being short and intense.

"Fuck," Derek whined, moving his hips in short, rough little thrusts. And if it allowed Stiles' dick a little friction against his stomach... well, that was nowhere near the top of Derek's list of things he noticed right now.

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