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]

Derek ran his hands down Stiles' sides, head bowed as he inhaled to keep steady. Then he very slowly rolled his hips to fuck him. Apparently after so much kink, it was time for the prom queen treatment.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles bit down on his lip, one of his hands reaching back to grab Derek's hip. "K-keep doing that."

[justlurkinghere]

"Okay," Derek mumbled. His eyes were closed in concentration as he moved in slow, deliberate movements.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles rocked his hips back, slowly but surely getting hard again. "You're a big fan of the prom queen treatment, huh?"

[justlurkinghere]

"You used the plug for me," Derek replied, straining a little in the effort to keep this slow and easy. "You deserve it."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles smiled, shaking his head at how ridiculous Derek was. "Lemme turn over, I want to see you."

Because why not make this sappier?

[justlurkinghere]

Derek kissed Stiles' shoulder before pulling back to tug on his hips to turn him over. "Sap."

And Derek wasn't. At all.

[robinonadderall]

"You love it," Stiles said, rolling over onto his back. "Try to deny that you want to look into my beautiful eyes while you're drilling me."

[justlurkinghere]

"While I'm--you are a mood killer," Derek replied, even though he was trying not yo laugh as he manhandled Stiles into a better position.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles looked down at Derek's dick. "Doesn't look like the mood was killed."

[justlurkinghere]

"Mood killer," Derek insisted, pressing back into him to cut off any arguments.

[robinonadderall]

"You love it," he murmured, wrapping his legs around Derek's hips. "Just like you love drilling me."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek was forced to press his face against Stiles' shoulder to keep the snickering to a minimum. "Stop saying that!"

[robinonadderall]

"Should I use another term instead?" he asked. "Plowing me?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Tenderly making love," Derek suggested, braving himself over Stiles with both forearms.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles smiled up at him. "Is that what you're doing?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Pretty sure," Derek replied, smirking down at him.

[robinonadderall]

"Aren't you supposed to be whispering sweet nothings to me?"

[justlurkinghere]

"I could," Derek muttered, moving his hips again in slow, short little thrusts. "Want me to wax poetic about your eyes?"

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah," he murmured, moving his hips against Derek. "Yeah, you should do that."

[justlurkinghere]

"They're very... pretty." Look, that was the best he had right now.

[robinonadderall]

"Aww," he said, leaning up to kiss Derek. "That's sweet."

[justlurkinghere]

Well, how could Derek not kiss him back? He shifted forward enough to run his fingers through the hair at the nape of Stiles' neck.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles groaned, moving his hands down to cup Derek's ass. "I--I'm approving of this making love thing."

[justlurkinghere]

"It's not bad," Derek agreed. He was being subtle about his enjoyment. Really. Ignore the quiet groans.