robinonadderall | It Will Be Called Valentine House Today

"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.

"You got the cuffs?" he murmured.

Derek hummed, kissing down Stiles' neck and chest to get the cuffs without getting distracted. Spoiler alert: he was getting distracted far too easily.

Stiles smiled, jerking his hips up to rub against Derek. "Taking your time."

"Maybe," he muttered, reaching between them to palm at Stiles' dick. Which helped, right? Right.

"N-not complaining," he murmured, moving to get more of Derek's hand. "Really not."

And yet they still felt nothing at all was wrong here.

Derek kindly closed his hand around him to start jerking Stiles off. "What was I going for again?"

"Uh--" It was getting harder to think with Derek touching him like that. "Cuffs. We wanted cuffs. And the ring."

They could not come in five seconds with just some heavy petting, that'd be ridiculous.

Even for them, yes. It would just be a step too far.

Derek hummed again like that totally registered. It did not. But he was moving further down so he could help Stiles out. By licking a line up along his dick.

C'mon, Derek. The cuffs were right next to you now.

"Derek." Now that was just unfair. "Please--"

He lived to be unfair. Or maybe he just really wanted to blow Stiles for some strange reason.

Rather than respond, he ducked his head again to take him into his mouth to do just that as he ground his own hips down against the bed.

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