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Stiles slid his hand up Derek's thigh absently as he thought about that. "Like this. I want you to ride me."

"Who would have guessed," Derek replied, shifting in place as he reached back to help pressed Stiles dick into himself.

At least they didn't need to worry about lack of prep this time.

"You--" Stiles cut that off with a groan when he felt Derek press down against him. "You love it like this."

"Wouldn't say no," Derek mumbled, eyes closed. He slowly moved his hips, rocking down to take more if him.

"Put your hands behind your back," Stiles said. "I want to see--"

Well, there was a suggestion.

Derek whined at it, reaching back to support himself on Stiles' thighs. "Like this?"

"Yes," Stiles gritted out, snapping up his hips. "You look so good like that."

Derek groaned, holding on tightly as though Stiles' movements might manage to throw him off. Which, well, unlikely.

But maybe in a bit his control would be shot enough.

Stiles was definitely hoping for that. He had to go through so much in order to physically overpower Derek.

His life was so sad.

Stiles bit down on his lip and jerked his hips up harder. He reached up to wrap a hand around Derek's dick and jerk him roughly.

Sad and full of sex. How did he survive?

"Fuck."

Derek shifted in place with conflicting choices of which way to move. He settled on riding Stiles as much as he could in that position, hoping Stiles would be kind.

Depended on what Derek considered kindness. If he considered Stiles tightening his hand and jerking Derek off faster then, yes, he was being very kind.

That was definitely what Derek would consider kind, yes.

"Stiles--" he cut himself on with a groan.

Stiles decided now was the perfect time to pull one of Derek's moves and flip them over so he was on top. The kindness was all a ruse!

Hey! Rude and distracting!

That was why Derek ended up making a very undignified yelping noise at the sudden change in positions. There was also a little bit of windmilling of arms.

Barely noticeable.

Stiles smiled at the flailing. "You okay?"

"Little warning next time?"

Because Derek always warned him.

Stiles was still trying not to laugh. "You gonna start warning me?"

Because Stiles was a terrible person.

"I don't make you flail."

Which admitted flailing on his part.

"You're just not used to it," he said, leaning down to kiss Derek. "I'll warn you next time."

Derek graciously allowed the kiss, placing a hand at the back of Stiles' neck to deepen it.

And now that he had his grace back, wrapped his legs around Stiles waist as well.

Stiles nipped at Derek's lip, hands slipping down to grip Derek's hips. He pressed back into Derek, being slow and gentle about it.

Well, if he was trying me make Derek flush and moan with the prom queen treatment, he was succeeding.

He ran his nails down Stiles' back gently before just holding onto him.

Stiles pressed himself against Derek, keeping close as he gently thrust into him. He tucked his face against Derek's neck so he could mouth at the skin there lightly.

Oh yeah, slow and sweet.

It was quite a change from the rough round earlier.

"Stiles--" This right here was some harlequin style lovemaking. And Derek? Derek was so unbelievably into it. He arched his back to press as close to Stiles as he could manage.

"Shh," Stiles murmured, kissing Derek's neck. One of his hands went up to curl in Derek's hair. "I've got you."

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