Still Nameless House | Tuesday Evening

[robinonadderall]

It was kind of nice having a place to himself. Sure the whole cleaning aspect sucked and sometimes it was scary when he heard strange noises at night but for the most part it was nice. He got to use his jeep all the time and he didn't have a roommate giving him side eye all the time. And he had a kitchen to cook stuff in!

"Stuff" being top ramen. Look, his skills were limited.

[Open for visitors/calls/etc and vigorious SP is in effect]

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[justlurkinghere]

"Next week I expect candles." He'd totally hold Stiles to it too. "Music. Maybe rose petals again."

[robinonadderall]

"I think I can manage that," he said, kissing Derek again. "Definitely play up the romance."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek ooo-ed appreciatively. "Complete with a candle lit meal of Easy Mac?"

[robinonadderall]

"I'll order a pizza," he said. "Classier."

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm swooning," Derek assured him.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles smiled and kissed Derek again. "Swooned enough to fuck me?"

[justlurkinghere]

"I don't know," Derek said with a sigh. "It's a lot of work."

Ignore how his hands were now on Stiles' ass. Just ignore that.

[robinonadderall]

"Is it?" he asked. "Poor you."

[justlurkinghere]

He deserved all the romance for it. Clearly.

Derek moved one hand so he could start to just gently press a finger against Stiles' hole.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles lifted an eyebrow, gently pushing back against Derek's hand. "Too much work for you?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Might need help," Derek replied sincerely. He eased the tip of his finger into Stiles, more teasing than something with real intent.

[robinonadderall]

"Let me know if it's too stressful for you," he said, most of his attention on Derek's hand. "I could just take care of myself."

[justlurkinghere]

"So could I." Not that he would with Stiles there, but still. "Try out one of the new toys..."

He actually looked thoughtful at that. It was distracting enough that he was pressing his finger in further.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles made a soft noise, fingers tugging at Derek's hair a little. "You got new ones?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Have to build that sex dungeon here, don't I?" Derek teased, taking that as encouragement to curl his finger enough to put pressure on just the right spot.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles inhaled sharply, rocking his hips against Derek's hand. "Cheating."

Somehow.

[justlurkinghere]

"What's cheating?" Could be how he was moving his other hand between them to start slowly jerking Stiles off in time with each gentle press of his finger.

Yes, he was putting a lot of faith into Stiles being able to keep himself upright here.

[robinonadderall]

"This," he gritted out. The only thing that kept him upright was his own hands digging into Derek's shoulders.

[justlurkinghere]

That sounded like such a hardship for Stiles. Really.

"Do you want me to stop?" Derek asked, stilling both hands, but not pulling away.

Like a jerk.

[robinonadderall]

"Did I say that?" he murmured.

[justlurkinghere]

"It was implied," Derek replied, carefully pressing another finger into Stiles. They really needed to keep lube closer to the tube.

[robinonadderall]

"Fuck," he murmured, slowly trying to push back and get more of Derek's fingers. "Was not."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek gave his dick a little squeeze, but didn't stop him from fucking himself on his fingers.

"Was so." They were so mature.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles groaned. With little brain he had going on he reached down and wrapped a hand around Derek's cock, stroking him slowly.

[justlurkinghere]

That completely threw off his teasing. Derek bit his lip try, and fail, at being quiet. "You're distracting me."