Le Mansion du non Creepy : Friday Evening

[robinonadderall]

Since Stiles' birthday was on a Wednesday this year he had a stupid thing called school and an exam getting in the way of actually celebrating on the 8th. He apparently couldn't not celebrate it (per Derek) so he came down to the island to birthday it up early. And then next weekend he'd go to Beacon Hills to birthday it up late. It was difficult being him.

He had a few vague (and not so vague) plans in mind to celebrate but right now he was content with laying on the couch. They had all weekend after all.

[For Derek!]

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[justlurkinghere]

"Because you want to keep eating?" Please say that's the case. Because food was at least a distraction.

[robinonadderall]

"Nope," he said. "We're gonna do something else first."

[justlurkinghere]

"And what might that be?"

[robinonadderall]

"It's something that's going to require you to get naked."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek had to pause mid-way through removing his shirt. Because impatience was his middle name. "What's my incentive?"

[robinonadderall]

He shrugged innocently. "Might have found some leather gloves."

[justlurkinghere]

And there went Derek's shirt! Magic, Stiles. Magic.

"Wait until my birthday. I'll have to make this up to you."

[robinonadderall]

"Somehow I think I'm going to have as much fun as you doing this," Stiles said, carefully leaning over to pull said gloves out of the side table. "You don't need to make up anything."

[justlurkinghere]

"Is that a no to returning the favor?" Derek asked, struggling with his pants now. Really, he should have known better about wearing them so tight when Stiles was around.

[robinonadderall]

"No that's not a no," he said, sliding on one of the gloves and flexing his fingers a little. Which was entirely for Derek's benefit.

[justlurkinghere]

Which was probably why Derek was licking his lips without realizing it. "We should--put the food up."

[robinonadderall]

"Good idea," he said, carefully shifting so he could move the food off the bed. "You need help with your pants?"

[justlurkinghere]

"No." Probably. "You need help moving?"

[robinonadderall]

Stiles huffed, placing the food to the side before reaching for the other glove. "I can manage."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek rolled his eyes, leaning over to kiss Stiles' shoulder. "You sure?"

[robinonadderall]

"You'll have your chance to help me out later," he teased. "Now lie back."

[justlurkinghere]

But he wanted to help now. Ugh.

Derek rolled his eyes even as he did as instructed. "Where did you even get those?"

[robinonadderall]

"I have my ways," Stiles said oh so mysteriously. He moved to straddle Derek's hips, flushing a little as the plug moved.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek reached up to hold onto his hips. Because that would clearly help him with the situation. "Internet?"

[robinonadderall]

"Possibly," he replied, slowly trailing one of his fingers down Derek's chest.

[justlurkinghere]

That only caused Derek to give Stiles' hips a squeeze in response.

"Internet," he decided, letting his hands drift over to cup Stiles' ass instead.

[robinonadderall]

"Used your credit card," he said, not sounding apologetic. "The really soft leather is expensive."

He slid his fingers over one of Derek's nipples to show just how soft they were.

[justlurkinghere]

"Worth it," Derek sighed. And if he 'accidentally' pressed one finger against the base of the plug inside Stiles...

Oops?

[robinonadderall]

"Hey," Stiles said, pinching the nipple he was being gentle with earlier. "That's cheating!"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek hissed at that and squirmed a little. But he didn't look like he was honestly objecting to this change of pace. "How is it cheating?"