robinonadderall | Still Nameless House

"I do," he agreed, moving his fingers faster. He was soon adding a third finger. It might have been less prep that he was used to but he was getting impatient.

"Careful," Derek muttered, kissing his neck gently. Even if he was maybe starting to press a finger in to join Stiles'. Because that was just what they needed to include in their already kinky sex life.

Stiles bit down on his lip to keep from making too loud of a noise at that. "I can t-tell you're concerned."

Deeply concerned. "Is it took much?"

He shook his head. "I'm good. I can take more."

Derek snorted again, turning to kiss and bite at Stiles' neck again. He continued to slowly press his finger in along side Stiles', aided by the lube this time. "How does it feel?" he asked, way too curious for his own good.

"Full," he murmured, tilting his neck towards Derek. "It's--it's a lot. But it's good."

Derek hummed, pressing in as close as he could against Stiles. He better believe he wasn't getting out of this without a hickey. "I thought about it when I looked up the stuff in the survey," he muttered.

"This specifically?" he muttered, pressing his fingers down a little harder. Yup he was basically torturing himself.

He was a tiny bit of a masochist, to be honest.

"Yeah," Derek replied. "And to me too. There was a lot of things I hadn't even thought of before on that list."

"You're obsessed with that list," he said, pulling his fingers out. "Come on, I'm ready."

"You asked," Derek shot back, hooking his hands under Stiles' thighs to lift him up and off the edge of the tub to sit him on Derek's lap.

They were going to splash so much water around.

Stiles made a pleased noise, looping his arms around Derek's neck to keep his balance. "I think this might be a new record in manhandling."

"You enjoy when I move you around," Derek replied before kissing him again. He continued the manhandling with one hand lifting him up enough to find the right angle to press into him.

That was true, that was very true. And Stiles would have told Derek so if he wasn't so busy moaning. He held on tightly to Derek, not wanting to ruin all of this by falling out of the tub and getting a concussion.

A concussion would be a bit of a mood killer, yeah.

Derek attempted to muffle his own groans against Stiles' shoulder as he allowed him to get adjust to the position.

"Oh my god," he murmured. "Oh my god this is amazing."

"Not," Derek stuttered, trying to keep still. "Not just because of the tub, right?"

Stiles chuckled, already making some small attempt at moving his hips. "Definitely not just the tub."

"Wouldn't want to feel jealous of it," Derek replied with a groan. He kept his hands on Stiles' thighs, encouraging him to move.

With the sort of force that was causing little splashes over the sides of the tub. Oops.

One of them was going to slip and fall when they got out of here, it was inevitable.

Stiles took the hint and started moving a little more, trying to get a good rhythm going. He was definitely going to feel the effort later when his muscles ached.

It was just going to make Derek figure things out for the next house. Or constantly brain himself on the edge of the tub.

Derek groaned, tightening his grip, but letting Stiles do the most of the movement. "That good?"

Stiles nodded quickly, fingers digging into Derek's shoulders a bit as he moved his hips with more force. "You?"

"Yeah." Derek rocked up to meet him at the sharp ache of pressure on his shoulders.

"Fuck--" Stiles shut his eyes because some focus was required if he was going to ride Derek, keep from falling over and enjoy himself all at the same time. "Come on--"

Even he wasn't sure if that was directed at himself or Derek.

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