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

[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.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles nodded, fingers curling a little with the need to touch. "I'll give you a lap dance you won't forget."

[justlurkinghere]

"For good reasons?" Derek teased, grinding down against him.

[robinonadderall]

"Hopefully," he said, shutting his eyes. He jerked his hips up a little since he couldn't grab at Derek's hips like he wanted to.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek reached back to pull Stiles' boxers down enough to get wrap his hand around Stiles' dick. "Maybe for one of our anniversaries."

[robinonadderall]

"Good plan," he murmured, trying to thrust up into Derek's hand. "Come on, quit teasing."

[justlurkinghere]

"Hold still," Derek warned playfully. And was absolutely no help with that order as he started to move his hand just enough to give Stiles the hint of friction.

[robinonadderall]

"Fuck," he said, jerking his hips up harder. So much for holding still. "Why do you hate me?"

[justlurkinghere]

He did it with love!

"If you'd listen, I could grab the lube."

Yeah. Suuuure.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles huffed, forcing himself to relax against the bed. See? No moving. He could listen.

For a little bit.

[justlurkinghere]

"Good," Derek replied, leaning forward to kiss him as he dug for the bottle.

[robinonadderall]

Finally. Stiles kissed Derek back eagerly, like that would somehow encourage Derek to get the show on the road.

When did that ever work though?

[justlurkinghere]

Never. But Stiles could always try. It never hurt to do that.

Derek lingered even after he found the bottle, kissing Stiles back. In his defense... Stiles was really good at distracting him.

"Can you stay still a little while longer?" he asked, pushing himself up

[robinonadderall]

"I will do my best," he said. flopping against the pillows. "I make no guarantees."

[justlurkinghere]

"I'll make it work your time," Derek promised. He flicked open the bottle to pour a small drizzle onto his fingers. Then he reached back to start working himself open.

[robinonadderall]

"Oh." Well yeah, that was definitely worth his time. "I can stay still for this."

[justlurkinghere]

"Good," Derek muttered, eyes closed in concentration. He shifted over Stiles, hips jerking every so often when he brushed against the right spot.

[robinonadderall]

...you were really messing up this whole staying still for him, Derek. "Good?"

It better be with what you were putting him through.

[justlurkinghere]

"Really good," Derek muttered, having to lean forward and fist his free hand in the sheets to focus. "A-are you getting impatient?"

[robinonadderall]

"Me, impatient?" Yes. "Never."

Just ignore him trying to nip at Derek's free hand. The no touching thing was torture.

[justlurkinghere]

"Should I slow down then?" Derek asked, doing no such thing as he pushed himself back up onto his knees. Safe from any bites.

He raised his eyebrows mockingly as he reached back to slowly jerk Stiles off with a slick hand.

[robinonadderall]

"Fuck." That was rude, Derek. So rude. Stiles jerked his hips up towards Derek's hand, whining a little. "I hate you."

[justlurkinghere]

"Do not." Mostly because Derek was slow sinkingoing back onto Stiles' dick. Which probably helped a lot.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles groaned loudly, arms straining against this restraints. No, he really didn't hate Derek at all, especially when he did this.