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]

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[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.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek half sighed, half laughed at that. "How comforted do you feel?"

Because Derek was about a 10/10 on the comfort scale.

[robinonadderall]

"Very," he said, laughing a little. "Your comforting skills are amazing."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek smiled at him, quick and genuine as he placed both hands on Stiles' chest fit balance before moving. "Good idea."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles bit down on his lip again to keep from making another embarrassing noise when Derek started moving. His fingers curled uselessly in the air but there wasn't much he could do to let off energy in this position.

Which was something Derek probably loved, the jerk.

[justlurkinghere]

"Make--make noise," Derek muttered, moving slowly at first, but building in speed. "I want to hear you since--"

You know. No hands.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles licked his lips, jerking his hips up hard. "They're loud."

And embarrassing.

[justlurkinghere]

"I know." Derek was the worst.

[robinonadderall]

"M-maybe you should work on making me be loud."

[justlurkinghere]

"That so?" Derek asked, dragging his hand down Stiles' stomach as he moved.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles nodded. "You're the one that wants me to make noises. All on you."

[justlurkinghere]

Uncool, Stiles. Now he had to think while doing this. That was way too difficult.

"That's easier when I'm fucking you," he totally whined.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles let out a surprised laugh at the whining. "Guess you better get creative."