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Normal (Mostly) Mansion | Saturday Afternoon

Stiles had come back to town to get Puppy Joe snuggles and to take blatant advantage of the bigger TV. Netflix had put one of his favorite childhood cartoons into rotation and it needed to be viewed on the big screen. So he decided to spend (Derek's) money on an overnight trip to Fandom and was now hogging the couch reading one of Derek's wedding magazines while the cartoon played in the background. He was also slowly eating everything that Derek and Mike had put in the fridge.

It was like Christmas for Puppy Joe since Stiles was a messy eater so he got to eat everything that was dropped on the floor.

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"You're so--god," Derek groaned, trying not to sound like he was babbling. But he was indeed babbling. He was totally babbling. "I can't. Please."

And begging. It was unseemly.

Stiles probably could have gotten anything he wanted out of Derek at that point.

Too bad Stiles was too out of it to realize this was the chance to ask Derek for more goofy t-shirts.

He wrapped a hand around Derek's dick, stroking him in time with his thrusts. "Fuck, you're amazing. I love seeing you like this."

Next time they engaged in kinky sex that involved over-stimulation as part of it, he better remember.

And maybe remember to film it so he could listen to the noises after as well.

Derek clawed at Stiles' shoulders, verging on too rough for his own liking. He was already so close again. He'd call it a werewolf thing if ever asked.

Derek's fingers actually caused Stiles to wince a little but for some crazy reason it just turned him on even more. Derek losing control would always do that to him.

"Come on," he panted, fucking Derek harder. He was even making the bed move a little for once! "For me, Derek."

It would only end with Derek making sad eyes and tenderly taking care of Stiles' injuries while Stiles sighed at him. Such was their life.

But for now Derek was was coming again, almost howling as he did. Mike would never ever forgive them.

They completely failed at being quiet. They were actually louder than usual this time, the assholes.

"Fuck--" And there was the tightness around his dick again. Stiles made a noise that bordered on a frustrated growl. "Please, Derek, please--"

"C'mon," Derek muttered, tugging on Stiles' arm like that helped. "Come on me. Now."

Stiles shakily crawled up until he was straddling Derek's chest, working off the ring with one of his hands. Almost immediately he started to come, letting out moan that bordered on a relieved sobbing noise.

It was definitely one of his more intense orgasms.

Derek stroked Stiles' thighs, ready to keep him from collapsing forward if it came to that. It was all completely worth it even if his beard was going to be hell to clean afterwards.

He smiled lazily up at Stiles+, looking way too happy for someone with a facial should outside of porn.

Luckily Stiles collapsed to the side, breathing heavily and completely unable to think. This might be the end of him, Derek.

"Did I break you?" Derek muttered, curling around him to possessively hold on.

"Did I break you?" he slurred. Like he was drunk.

"No." Just ignore how Derek was still smiling and cuddling him. Also ignore the amount of scent marking he was doing.

That scent marking was getting come all over Stiles, Derek. That was rude.

"You howled."

Sorry not sorry.

"Yeah," Derek replied, kissing Stiles' shoulder for the terrible crime of being right there. Way to go, Stiles. You fucked the surliness right on out of him.

He regretted nothing!

"You wanted me to fuck you until you felt it afterward," he murmured. "Did it work?"

Derek pushed him down for a kiss instead of answering right away. "Yeah. I can feel it. Maybe we just needed to do it twice in a row like that."

"Have to do it more often then," he muttered, kissing Derek again. "I liked that. It was intense."

"We didn't even use the gag," he muttered back, running his hands over Stiles' chest.

"Next time," he said, smiling. "You lost control there at the end. You need to do that more often."

"Didn't hurt you, did I?"

"It was fine," he said, saying that instead of answering directly. It had hurt a little but Stiles had liked that bit of pain the same way he liked wearing the cock ring. "I liked it."

Derek pushed him back for another kiss. "You should bite me more often," he said between kisses.

Because that was likely to happen with Derek's obsession with leaving hickies on him.

"I bite you all the time," he said. "But I'll put in an effort to do it more."

"We should take a shower." Or not move for a while. One of those.

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