robinonadderall | It Will Be Called Valentine House Today

"You like the color?" Derek asked, closing his eyes and humming at the touch. He was trying and failing not to arch up against Stiles' hand.

"I love it," he said, sliding his fingers over the fabric. "Red's my favorite--and I know that makes me a cliche."

"Only a little." A lot. "Should I have picked up a cape with a hood on it?"

"We probably still have my Red Riding Hood cape somewhere," Stiles murmured. "Turn over for me."

"I can always wear it if you want to be the big, bad wolf," Derek replied, rolling onto his back.

"I wouldn't want to insult you with my imitation," he said, straddling Derek's hips. "My howl isn't what it could be."

There was that, yes.

Derek grinned, running his hands up Stiles' thighs to keep him from doing something like falling over. And clearly just for that reason. "Maybe next time."

"What do you want?" he asked, running his hands up Derek's chest.

"You." That was helpful, right?

Stiles grinned, looking down and hoping he wasn't all flushed from that bit of sappiness. "Nothing more specific than that?"

"I got the cuffs out..." They were the nice leather ones instead of the ridiculous, fluffy pink ones.

"I noticed," he said. "The ring too."

They couldn't just have a normal romantic night, could they? The pollen had nothing to do with it.

This was clearly romantic. Romantic bondage.

It was a thing.

"If you want to use them," Derek muttered, sitting up to kiss him.

Stiles was more than happy to kiss Derek, grinding down on his lap a little as he felt impatience get to him. "Can those cuffs even hold you?"

"Nope," Derek said, biting at Stiles' lip playfully. "Might need real cuffs for that."

"I can wear the cuffs," he said, kissing Derek again. "But then you have to wear the ring."

"That so?" Oh, like he was upset about this plan.

"How do you want the cuffs? Above your head or behind your back?" Derek asked, running a hand down Stiles' spine.

"Above my head," Stiles decided. "I want to see you."

And it'd be a pretty nice view for Derek to see Stiles all stretched out like that.

Certainly not a view Derek would ever object to. Ever.

Derek grinned and bit at Stiles' neck. He was having a little trouble pulling away to get those cuffs, though. And trouble removing his hands from Stiles' ass.

Oops?

Really, the touchiness and inability to keep more than five inches from each other should have been an indication that those flowers Derek had bought were not normal. But Stiles was a little too busy kissing Derek again to really think about it.

Come on, guys. This was ridiculous. You didn't even eat breakfast yet.

And breakfast was the most important meal of the day! Hopefully hunger would eventually win out over sex drive.

Maybe.

Or they would just continue making out while Derek shamelessly pushed him back against the bed to grope some more.

Oh no, not the manhandling, anything but that.

Or Stiles would move along with that easily, hands moving down to slide his hands under the festive panties Derek was wearing.

How did Stiles put up with it? Such a hardship.

Derek grinned and nipped at him for that. "I should buy more red things."

"I wouldn't be opposed," he said before kissing Derek again. He needed all of the kissing right now. "But it might end with me jumping you in public."

"Oh no." Seriously, Stiles. That would not deter him.

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