robinonadderall | Non-Creepy Mansion

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.

That friction was exactly what Stiles needed to come messily between them with a muffled whine. Well that didn't take long at all. It came on so suddenly and so intense that Stiles felt the room spinning a little.

Between the scent of Stiles coming and the additional tightness around his dick, Derek was a bit frantic in his movements to join him. His hand was removed from Stiles' mouth in order to have both holding onto Stiles' hips to keep him in place for that.

And if Stiles could please ignore the desperate whining from Derek, that would be awesome.

He was absolutely not ignoring it. Stiles was memorizing it and planning to use it later when he was along at school. Deal with it, Derek.

Stiles celebrated his mouth being free by moaning again. 'Cause Derek's movements were just helping him through the aftershocks of his orgasm. And the moan was quickly followed by babbling. "Fuck, Derek, you're just--you're so good."

Rude, Stiles. Why couldn't he just ignore all the embarrassing noises Derek attempted to muffle against Stiles' shoulder?

He dug his fingers into Stiles' hips, no doubt leaving some interesting bruises for the next week as he came with a whine.

Stiles was all for hand shaped bruises. Because why not weird his roommate out some more?

The world was still a little fuzzy around the edges but Stiles still managed to give a pleased hum while petting Derek's hair soothingly as he came down.

His poor roommate probably thought Stiles was in some kinky relationship based off 50 Shades of Grey, let's be honest.

Derek mumbled something that might have been complimentary had it been understandable. But it was not.

Just let him enjoy the hair petting and afterglow.

"That was so good," Stiles said, pressing a kiss into Derek's shoulder. "Should have done that before."

"Gotten so worked up we barely lasted any time?" Derek replied, lazily petting him.

"You didn't even get your pants off," Stiles said, reaching down to cup Derek's ass. "It was hot."

Derek snorted, ineffectively trying to correct that. Getting naked was too much work in the afterglow still.

"Next time we try against the wall."

"Good plan," Stiles said before noticing Derek's struggle. "Need help?"

"You broke me."

"I broke you?" he asked. "You were the one fucking me."

"Broke me," Derek replied mournfully. "With your encouraging things."

"Poor baby," Stiles teased, giving Derek's ass a squeeze. "Can I make it up to you in any way?"

"I'm sure you'll think of something." Stiles was smart like that.

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