robinonadderall | Beacon Hills

Beacon Hills | Monday Evening

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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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.

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

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.

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

You know. 'Cause he was impatient.

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.

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

"You gonna stop me?"

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.

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

Because he was an asshole.

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.

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

"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.

"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.

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

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

"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--?"

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

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.

That would be so awkward to explain to his dad. So very awkward.

"Oh--" Stiles tilted his head to the side to give Derek more room to kiss him. He jerked his hips, trying to keep with Derek's slow pace.

More than someone being injured should they get too enthusiastic and fall off the bed? Damn small bed.

"Feel--feel wooed?" Derek muttered, mouthing at Stiles' neck as he moved.

Stiles nodded again, one hand reaching up to grab the edge of the headboard for leverage. "So very--fuck--wooed."

Derek tightened his grip on Stiles' hip, moving a little faster. He exhaled in a shaky breath. "Good. Fuck."

He was trying to focus on their very important conversation and it was getting more difficult with each passing minute.

Stiles pushed back against Derek, trying to get a little more than he was getting. "Harder, please."

And try to not fall off the bed. That too.

That would be good, yes.

Derek closed his eyes and nodded in response. If Stiles felt like he could take more, who was Derek to refuse him? He moved his hips faster, fucking Stiles how he wanted.

Stiles moaned, hips jerking back hard. "Good. That's good."

The bed was creaking in a way that indicated that it really wasn't meant to take that kind of force.

There were just so many things that were conspiring against them for having sex here.

Derek groaned, not paying any attention to the ominous noises from the bed. "Fuck, you're so good."

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