Beacon Hills | Saturday Evening

[robinonadderall]

Stiles really regretted not getting a job this summer. The whole "freedom to do whatever I want" thing got boring a few weeks after his classes ended. He didn't want to spend forever in Fandom and Scott had that job thing going on so Stiles made do with watching daytime television and making copious amounts of ramen.

It was mindnumbingly boring.

He wondered if Derek got the hint that he was bored after texting him constantly for the last week or so.

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[justlurkinghere]

Derek gasped, sucking in air before he moved further down on Stiles' dick to the point where he started to struggle. It was clumsy and messy, but he wasn't thinking about finesse at the moment.

[robinonadderall]

"Holy shit." Clumsy and messy was fine with Stiles. He jerked his hips up slightly, trying not to choke Derek but it was difficult to keep still when he was so close. "Almost--"

[justlurkinghere]

He was just so lucky that Derek was okay with that. Within reason. So okay with it that he was curling his free hand in Stiles' jeans as he groaned. God help any other werewolf coming over to the Stilinski house after this.

[robinonadderall]

Safe to say Scott and Malia were never coming over again, yes.

That groan is what did it for Stiles. He was coming way more quickly (and loudly) than intended but Derek was a cheater so it was to be expected.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek would always be a cheater. That should have been known before wedding bells started ringing.

He had to pull back to keep from actually choking, swallowing rather than be marked this time.

[robinonadderall]

Well thank god for that because they last thing they needed was stains on the couch.

Stiles leaned back against the couch, breathing heavily and petting Derek's hair. He'd need a second before he could reciprocate.

[justlurkinghere]

Yeah, because 'they spilled yogurt' probably wouldn't fly with the sheriff.

Derek pulled back, catching his breath as he rested with his cheek against Stiles' thigh.

[robinonadderall]

"One second," Stiles said, trying to catch his breath. "One second and I'll help."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek snorted despite himself, pushing himself up to standing. "I wanna mark you on your new bed," he said hoarsely.

[robinonadderall]

"...we can do that." Like he'd ever say no to that!

[justlurkinghere]

It was how they'd know Stiles was a pod person, yes.

Derek pulled him up off the couch for another kiss. Because they Cleary didn't do that enough.

[robinonadderall]

"You," Stiles murmured between kisses. "Are a terrible influence on me."

[justlurkinghere]

"All you," Derek replied, tugging at Stiles' hips to get them moving even as he was distracted by the kissing.

[robinonadderall]

"Come on," he said, pulling away from Derek to head up the stairs. "Before you have us christen the living room floor too."

[justlurkinghere]

"I was trying to get you moving," Derek replied, following him quickly. And maybe there was a little crowding up against Stiles to hurry them along.

Just maybe.

[robinonadderall]

"It's your fault I'm moving a little slow," Stiles said. "You and your mouth."

[justlurkinghere]

"Should I not do it agaib?" Derek teased.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles huffed and pushed open his bedroom door. "Please, you love it almost as much as I do."

[justlurkinghere]

"I don't know," Derek replied, tugging now at Stiles' shirt to get it off. "It's a lot of work. Leaves me with a jaw ache."

[robinonadderall]

"Good thing you heal quickly," he said, tugging off his shirt and moving to lie back on the bed. "Where do you want to mark me?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Your chest?" Derek asked, struggling to get his damn jeans down. Curse his love of too tight clothing.

[robinonadderall]

"Not my face?" he asked.

[justlurkinghere]

Well that was enough to get Derek finally out of the jeans. "If you insist on it."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles smiled and leaned back against the pillows. "I am insisting."

[justlurkinghere]

"I love you," Derek felt the need to say as he learned fown for a kiss. Because it was the appropriate response to 'I insist you come on my face'.

Truly.