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]

"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."

[robinonadderall]

"I wanted more of your dick involved with the comforting."

[justlurkinghere]

Well, in that case...

Derek nodded, pulling away from Stiles to back off the bed. So he could more comfortably pull off his shirt and pants. All a safe distance away from Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

"Oooh, you gonna dance for me?" Maybe you should have gagged him, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

Yeah, that was one of his many regrets at this moment. Derek rolled his eyes, tossing his shirt at Stiles' chest. "You're incorrigible."

But he did get a little hip sway out of the deal as Derek hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles bit down on his lip. "Putting those old clubbing skills to use, I see."

[justlurkinghere]

"There'd be more glitter and bass," Derek shot back, turning around to show off his other assets and slowly work his jeans down his thighs.

[robinonadderall]

"Now I'm picturing you covered in glitter," he said, squirming around a little as he enjoyed the view. "I bet it was adorable."

[justlurkinghere]

"Adorable?" Derek snorted. "That's what you're going with?"

More like surly and annoyed.

[robinonadderall]

"Yup," he replied. "So adorable with your glitter and tiny little short shorts."

[justlurkinghere]

"I think I'd like to see you try that," Derek decided, kicking off his jeans.

And hopefully Stiles wouldn't brain himself on something while 'dancing'.

[robinonadderall]

"Get me the shorts and the glitter and I'll do it."

[justlurkinghere]

"You'll give me a lap dance?" Derek asked, placing his hand on Stiles' chest to keep him in place as he settled over Stiles' lap.

In case Stiles needed help with what a lap dance would entail.