Post-Event Mansion | Monday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

So Derek had...quite the weekend. It was weird for Stiles too but he knew that was nothing compared to what Derek went through. Stiles wasn't even sure if he wanted to see his mother again if it would mean having to say goodbye again.

Stiles still wasn't great at this comforting thing but he was doing what he could. Mostly that meant he bought donuts and coffee at JGOB while Derek was still upstairs in their room. See? Comfort!

Though it probably didn't help that Stiles was eating all the jelly donuts in the kitchen instead of letting Derek know there was food.

[For Derek or anybody else that lives there/wants to visit]

Comments

[justlurkinghere]

"It's my dick's magical power?" And what a power that would be.

Derek pushed him back against the bed to unfasten his jeans.

[robinonadderall]

"Well I wouldn't say it's magical," Stiles said, lifting up his hips helpfully. "Don't want it going to your head."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek nodded like that was perfectly reasonable as he tugged Stiles' jeans down and then off. He pressed the hell of his hand against Stiles' dick, rubbing him slowly through his boxers.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles bit down on his lip, forcing back what probably would have been an embarrassing noise. "Fuck--I want your pants off too."

[justlurkinghere]

"Stay still," Derek replied with one last rub before he pulled back to take off his own pants.

[robinonadderall]

"You gonna punish me if I move?" he asked.

[justlurkinghere]

"Well, you'll need reasons to keep being comforted, won't you?"

[robinonadderall]

"This is true." Which would explain why he was disobeying Derek's oh so serious orders and wriggling around a little. What a rebel.

[justlurkinghere]

Shock! Gasp! Other things!

"Do I have to tie you up?"

[robinonadderall]

"...maybe." Did Derek really expect another answer?

[justlurkinghere]

Not in the slightest.

Derek raised his eyebrows at that, leaving his pants alone for now. He tugged up on Stiles' shirt to get it off.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles was perfectly willing to stop being a little shit long enough to get his shirt off. Because of course he'd appreciate mutual nudity. "Remember, you're supposed to be comforting. That's the vibe we're going for."

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm getting there," Derek replied, examining the fabric of Stiles' shirt for a moment before rolling it up to use as bindings for Stiles' hands.

[robinonadderall]

"You're so resourceful," Stiles said, lifting up his hands helpfully.

[justlurkinghere]

"Is that a 'you should gag me as well'? It sounded like that."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles grinned. "Would you like that?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek had to give that serious thought. "I like the noises you make too," he replied, leaning down to gently bite Stiles' nipple.

[robinonadderall]

He groaned. "I know that you do. Probably jerk off thinking about them."

[justlurkinghere]

"You don't?" Derek had to ask. And maybe he blew a little cool air over abused flesh. Just because.

[robinonadderall]

"To my noises?" he asked, arching his back up. "No, not really."

[justlurkinghere]

"You know what I meant," Derek huffed in annoyance.

That earned Stiles a hand under the small of his back to keep him in that position so Derek could repeat the process on the other nipple.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles hummed happily. "That's really good. I'm feeling a little comforted."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek brushed his free hand over Stiles' dick because he was a horrible tease.

"I can feel that," he drawled.

[robinonadderall]

He chuckled. "Tease."

[justlurkinghere]

"Comforting," Derek corrected. Because Stiles couldn't get it right. "I'm comforting you."