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robinonadderall) wrote2016-02-14 08:39 am
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It Will Be Called Valentine House Today | Morning
Stiles blew his gift giving load on their anniversary last month but he still wanted to do something for Derek for the holiday. So he was making breakfast (yes, he could do that much). It wasn't as pretty as other people's breakfasts but he was 99.9% sure nobody would die from eating it. Which was something.
Happy Valentine's Day?
[For the husband to be]
Happy Valentine's Day?
[For the husband to be]
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"Y-yeah," he repeated, biting down on his lip to keep from making an embarrassing noise. He did not mind the rougher treatment at all. "Though usually I like to watch."
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"You want to walk in on me next time?" Derek asked, moving his fingers more to get those sounds.
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"Oh, you don't want me to know you're there," he said, trying to be careful as he pressed in another finger.
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Yeah he clearly had no trouble getting into round two.
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"Because you're kinky." AND DEREK WASN'T. OKAY.
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Seriously one of them should have gotten a clue by now.
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And Derek was reaching between them to pull down those panties enough so he could get his dick free without having to move away from Stiles. "Ready?"
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It wasn't his fault, damn it.
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Seriously, this was just wrong.
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He had plans for some tender lovemaking, you know. He had plans before all this.
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They could have tender lovemaking any other time. Right now apparently was the time for rough sex that ended too quickly.
Way, way too quickly seeing as Stiles was coming untouched a moment later. Good lord he was pathetic.
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Derek whined, pressing his face against Stiles' shoulder at the sudden renewed tightness around his dick. It only took a few more frantic thrusts before he was coming too.
After five minutes of sex. Wow, guys. Wow.
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Stiles lazily kissed the side of Derek's head, trying to catch his breath and savor how good he was feeling right now.
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Derek hummed, enjoying the kisses and afterglow as he pet at Stiles' thighs to make up for bruising them in his enthusiasm.
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FIVE MINUTES, DEREK.
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