Non-Creepy Mansion | Sunday afternoon

[robinonadderall]

Stiles had to go back to school at some point today but he was putting it off as long as possible. He tried to justify it by saying he studied better here than in his dorm but there was absolutely no studying going on. Unless watching Netflix counted.

[For the guy!]

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[robinonadderall]

Stiles burst out laughing. "Man you have a talent for killing the mood."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek snorted, moving up to kiss him. "Because it's real hard to get us back in the mood."

[robinonadderall]

"I don't know," he said, kissing Derek back. "You might have killed it for good this time."

[justlurkinghere]

Which was why they were lazily making out, right? Right.

"Quoting Kesha didn't manage it."

[robinonadderall]

"Well that was just sexy."

[justlurkinghere]

"Wake in the morning, feeling like P-Diddy," Derek was forced, yes forced, to whisper seductively.

They were possibly the worst people in the world.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles started laughing again. "Oh god."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek just barely managed to keep from cracking up, making sure to stay close enough that he could hide his grin against Stiles' ear. "Grab my glasses, I'm out the door. I'm gonna hit this city."

[robinonadderall]

"Why do you know these lyrics?" he asked.

[justlurkinghere]

"I worked in a gay bar." THAT TOTALLY EXPLAINED IT. NOT AT ALL.

It's not like he enjoyed the music. Just like he didn't have an entire Lana Del Rey playlist.

[robinonadderall]

"And now you're bringing what you've learned into our sex life," he said. "I'm touched."

[justlurkinghere]

"I was seducing you with the lyrics," Derek reminded him, pushing himself up to a sitting position on Stiles' lap. "Weren't you seduced?"

[robinonadderall]

"So seduced," he said with a nod. "Take me now."

[justlurkinghere]

"I shouldn't stop. Make it pop." DEREK, NO.

He looked utterly unrepentant as he employed some of the other things he learned working at that bar by moving his hips to slowly grind his ass against Stiles' cock.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles sighed, placing his hands on Derek's hips again. "Hope you're not planning to serenade me with this poetry the whole time."

[justlurkinghere]

"Poetry?" Derek asked, unable to keep the short laugh under wraps even as he continued to move. "Don't think I'd call that poetry."

[robinonadderall]

"Gonna write me some real poetry then?" he asked, pushing his hips up so he was grinding between Derek's cheeks.

[justlurkinghere]

"Not--" He closed his eyes, mouth open with a sigh as he enjoyed the feeling. "--not my thing."

[robinonadderall]

"What is your thing?" he murmured, a little distracted by how Derek looked right now.

[justlurkinghere]

"You." So cheesy, Derek.

He reached back to rub the heel of his hand over Stiles' dick. Which was less cheesy.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles groaned, head tilting back against the pillows. "You--you can't say things like that then touch my dick."

[justlurkinghere]

"Thought I was supposed to touch it as much as you touch my ass," Derek teased, enjoying the friction and the drag of Stiles' dick between his cheeks. They'd need lube eventually, but he was enjoying this as it was for now.

[robinonadderall]

"You're the worst." He followed that up with wrapping his hand around Derek's dick so he couldn't have really meant it that much.

[justlurkinghere]

"See if I serenade you again with that attitude," Derek muttered, being forced to shift back and forth between Stiles' hand and his dick.

Which wasn't helping him focus. Not at all.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles was having focus issues as well. "Want me to fuck you?"