robinonadderall | Still Nameless House

"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.

"So good," Derek muttered, moving his hands up and down Stiles' thighs like he couldn't not do something even now. "Just like that."

Stiles huffed. "N-not sure if my coordination is gonna l-last."

"Maybe we need to work on your stamina," Derek teased.

"Fuck you." He said that with love! The most love!

Also while still fucking him.

They had that sort of relationship.

Derek huffed, moving his hands up to help steady him. "You are."

"I am," he agreed, moving faster since it had been mentioned. "Maybe you should do some work."

"I normally do," Derek replied, gasping a little (a lot) at the faster movement. "You're--you're just lazy."

Though if he helped pull Stiles down onto his dick, that was nobody's business but his.

Stiles took offense to that. So much so that he worked hard to prove he wasn't lazy by doing his very best to get Derek to come.

Yes, that was the reason. Totally not because he was close to coming himself.

Not at all! That would just be ridiculous.

Derek let his head drop back to expose his throat. "Fuck, Stiles. Almost--"

Stiles ducked his head down, nuzzling against Derek's neck. It'd be so easy to bite down there but Derek had been mean to him. Which was why Stiles decided to be mean back and instead bite semi-gently at his ear instead.

Take that!

Damn it, Stiles! You knew ears were a shameful, shameful kink of his.

He made a completely embarrassing noise, circling his arms around Stiles' waist tightly and fucking up into him roughly.

"Fuck!" He would have done that sooner if he knew what the reaction would be. "Come on, Derek--"

It was still cheating.

Derek tucked his face in against Stiles' neck, just holding him in place to fuck into. The water... was a complete lost cause at this point. He came far too quickly with a little whine, not pausing in his movements through it.

"Oh god." Derek's enthusiasm (and those fucking noises) were all it really took for Stiles to come. He kept moving his hips throughout, trying to make the feeling last as long as possible.

It wasn't much longer that Derek was panting for breath and holding onto him for some well earned cuddling. Give him a few more minutes to be able to talk, though.

Right now his brain was happily floating in endorphins.

Stiles rested his head against Derek's shoulder, all for the cuddling. And catching his breath. That was very much needed.

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