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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[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.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles was more than happy with that response. "Come on, mark me."

[justlurkinghere]

Because theirs was a magical love.

Derek crawled up onto the bed, pushing him back. "Okay, okay," he muttered, jerking himself off as he watched Stiles'

[robinonadderall]

Stiles slid his hands up to Derek's ass, squeezing lightly as he watched Derek jerk off. Hopefully he wouldn't have a problem with that.

[justlurkinghere]

Such a problem with it! Derek was never a fan of Stiles' touching his ass.

Which was why he bit his lip and moved his hand faster. "Talk--talk to me."

[robinonadderall]

"I love when you mark me," he murmured, gripping Derek harder. "I can't smell it but I like knowing that other people can. I like knowing I belong to you."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek's breathing sped up and he dropped his chin against his chest in concentration of Stiles' words. But it didn't take too much more for Derek to come after what they'd already done downstairs.

He groaned, shooting over Stiles' throat and face and the bed in his rush. Oops?

[robinonadderall]

Well, Derek had wanted to mark Stiles on his bed and he certainly accomplished that. Stiles slumped against the bed, sliding his hands over Derek's legs soothingly.

He was a mess.

[justlurkinghere]

They really needed to plan these things out for when they had a nice, big shower after. But noooo.

Derek took this as he time to sort of awkwardly flop next to Stiles in order to cuddle the hell out of him. All because Stiles sexed him so good.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles sighed contentedly, wrapping his arms around Derek. "Don't let me fall asleep before I have a chance to clean up."

[justlurkinghere]

"You're supposed to be the young one who doesn't need naps," Derek replied.

[robinonadderall]

"You saying you don't need a nap?" Stiles asked, rubbing his messy face on Derek's shoulder. Oops.