robinonadderall | It Will Be Called Valentine House Today

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.

"Oh fuck," Stiles murmured, grabbing at the sheets. He was getting wound up a little more quickly than he was used to for some crazy reason. "Derek--this--"

He couldn't get a sentence out.

It was just a mystery why! Probably all the romance of the day causing it.

Derek pulled off just long enough to catch his breath and reach for one of Stiles' hands to put it on the back of his head before ducking back down to start again. His enthusiasm for this was probably all because of Stiles' eagerness.

Sure.

Stiles moaned, tugging at Derek's hair without realizing how hard he was doing it. "Derek, if you don't stop--I'm gonna--"

Come way too quickly and embarrass himself. Which would be awful.

It probably didn't help that the hair pulling only made Derek whine a little in desperation. "Come on my face?" he gaped, pulling off but still jerking Stiles off to make up for it. "Please."

That was not what he was going to say, but it was an idea he could run with. In fact Derek just saying that had Stiles coming with a loud moan and a jerk of his hips.

So embarrassing.

At least they had the chance to realize this wasn't all their fault. Maybe.

Derek hummed, making a mess of his beard and ruining all the plans he had for those cuffs. At least for now. "Just like that."

"Fuck," Stiles murmured, slumping against the bed. "You're the best."

And worst.

This wasn't his fault!

Derek sighed and rubbed his cheek against Stiles' thigh, only making the mess worse. "You liked that, huh?"

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