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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[justlurkinghere]

How kind of him.

Derek flicked open the bottle, pouring some onto his hand before reaching back to slick Stiles up.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles bit down on his lip, shifting his hips up slightly. "We should try a new flavor sometime. Like pineapple."

[justlurkinghere]

"I'll place an order." Twist his arm, why don't you?

Derek shifted as well, only pressing fingers into himself once Stiles became antsy. And what do you know? He had another hand available to reach back and continue to tease him.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles closed his eyes for a brief moment to enjoy that feeling but forced himself to open them so he could watch Derek get himself ready.

"I really appreciate your ability to multitask."

[justlurkinghere]

"It's a talent," Derek muttered, voice going up at the end when he added another finger. He was mostly just impatient, let's be honest.

[robinonadderall]

"Don't hurt yourself," he huffed, jerking his hips up. "We've got time."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek huffed in annoyance, letting go of Stiles to put that hand on Stiles chest to keep himself steady. "You could always help."

[robinonadderall]

"With what?" he asked. "Fingering you or jerking myself off?"

[justlurkinghere]

Stiles, you little asshole.

"Which would you prefer?"

[robinonadderall]

Stiles decided to show, not tell for that one. He slid one of his hands away from Derek's hip to gently press in a finger beside Derek's own.

[justlurkinghere]

Okay, that was less of a dick move on Stiles' part. And it was enough to make Derek scratch blunt nails over Stiles' chest as he enjoyed the stretch. "Fuck."

[robinonadderall]

"Pleased with my decision?" he asked, pressing in a bit more and crooking his fingers.

[justlurkinghere]

"Yes," Derek ground out, curling his fingers along with Stiles'. And if he maybe pressed back to ride both their fingers, so be it.

[robinonadderall]

"Think you can take another one?" he murmured, looking down at where their fingers were.

[justlurkinghere]

"Y-yeah?" Of course he would be up for that.

[robinonadderall]

Well then. Stiles would just have to press in another finger. Just to see if he could.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek gasped, going still to adjust. "Hold--hold on."

[robinonadderall]

"Want me to pull back?" he asked, looking up at Derek to try to gauge his reaction.

[justlurkinghere]

"No." That was a pretty quick response. He breathed in for a moment before pressing back slowly.

[robinonadderall]

"Careful," he murmured, eyes still on Derek's face.

[justlurkinghere]

"It's fine," he muttered, eyes closed in concentration. "Never--did this."

[robinonadderall]

"I know," he said, moving his fingers slowly. "Is it good?"

[justlurkinghere]

"I," Derek started, trying to decide. "Yes. So much more than I'm used to.'

[robinonadderall]

"So you're saying you don't want my dick then?" he teased.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek was forced to give him such a look for that. Because c'mon, Stiles. C'mon.