Beacon Hills | Monday Evening

[robinonadderall]

Stiles was super glad his dad was working night shift tonight because he did not know how much longer he could take the father-son bonding. And it was the sheriff and Derek doing the bonding. Stiles was just sitting to the side watching in horror at his boyfriend and his dad chatting amicably. Shouldn't there be more glaring going on?

"We're not taking him to breakfast tomorrow," Stiles said, peeking out the window to make sure his dad was actually leaving.

[For Derek!]

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[justlurkinghere]

"Seriously," Derek shot back, running his thumb through the little pool before slowly pressing it into Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

"You're the worst," he huffed, pressing back against Derek's finger. It had only been like a week since he last had sex but that was a week too much for Stiles.

[justlurkinghere]

Well, when he was as used to regular sex as they'd gotten...

"Love you too," he replied, moving his thumb in counterpoint to Stiles' movements.

[robinonadderall]

"What flavor did you get?" he murmured.

[justlurkinghere]

"Vanilla." It was no strawberry, but it was probably more ~romantic~ that way. He leaned down to lick around where his thumb was still inside Stiles'.

You know. To test it out.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles bit down on his lip to keep from making a noise at that. "How is it?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Not bad," Derek muttered, removing his thumb in order to press in two fingers instead. And if that allowed him to keep teasing Stiles with licks as he worked him open, well. Them's the breaks.

[robinonadderall]

"Jesus," he murmured, jerking back hard against Derek's hand. "Come on."

[justlurkinghere]

And ruin all of Derek's fun? Never.

"I'm getting there," Derek replied, rolling his eyes as he carefully worked in a third finger.

[robinonadderall]

"G-get there faster," he whined impatiently.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek smirked at that, biting down lightly on Stiles' ass cheek as he moved his fingers in earnest now. Hopefully that helped Stiles out.

Just a little.

[robinonadderall]

"Holy shit," Stiles mumbled, fingers digging into the sheets. "Might just touch myself."

You know. 'Cause he was impatient.

[justlurkinghere]

Rude, Stiles!

"You could try," Derek muttered, groping for the other tiny lube packet. He ripped it open with his teeth, making a bit of a mess as he tried to squeeze it out with just one hand.

[robinonadderall]

He would just have to wash his sheets on the sly now when his dad was out. Good work, Derek.

"You gonna stop me?"

[justlurkinghere]

It was Stiles' fault! And didn't he use 'my dad knows I have sex' as a reason for this?

"I will," Derek huffed. He dropped the packet to start slicking his dick impatiently.

[robinonadderall]

Well. That meant Stiles had to reach down in an attempt to jerk himself off.

Because he was an asshole.

[justlurkinghere]

He really, really was.

"You're ruining the prom queen treatment." Derek pulled his fingers out of him to grab Stiles' hand and drag it back on up. That brought him up along with him, his chest pressed against Stiles' back and dick rubbing against his ass.

[robinonadderall]

"Am I?" he asked. "So sorry about that."

[justlurkinghere]

"I regret going along with this." You could tell by how he was mouthing at the back of Stiles' neck.

He reached between them to help slowly press into Stiles. Since the preparation wasn't particularly in depth.

[robinonadderall]

"Liar," Stiles breathed, biting down on his lower lip. As impatient as he was, he was glad Derek was being careful. They did kind of rush the prep.

[justlurkinghere]

He moved slowly, pausing occasionally in order to run his hands along Stiles' sides soothingly. "Not--not enjoying it at all."

[robinonadderall]

"I can tell," Stiles murmured. "This must be such a hardship."

[justlurkinghere]

"Don't now how I'll manage." They were way too sarcastic mid-sex. It was probably a seriously issue.

Derek curled one hand around Stiles' hip and the other was planted on the bed to keep him from crushing Stiles. Which would be a mood killer.

"Can I--?"

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah," he said, nodding. "Whatever you want."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek kissed the side of his neck, starting to move slowly at first. Not enough strength behind it to do anything like move the bed.

Like they usually did. Pray for your headboard, Stiles. Pray for it.