It Will Be Called Valentine House Today | Morning

[robinonadderall]

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]

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[robinonadderall]

"Lube." Yup that was all he was going to say before leaning down to blow Derek again. Because he just couldn't keep his hands (or mouth) off of him. This was becoming a problem.

[justlurkinghere]

Which wasn't helping at all!

Derek gasped, only removing one hand from Derek's hair to blindly grope for the discarded bottle of lube somewhere on the bed beside them. "Your mouth."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles hummed at that, deciding it was a compliment. Also the humming helped with the blowjob. He was all about that since the goal here was to drive Derek crazy.

[justlurkinghere]

He certainly succeeded in making Derek go a little crazy with that. But that didn't make it any less rude.

Derek whined, tugging on Stiles' hair sharply. He'd like to have warned Stiles a bit more in advance before coming, but someone was on a hair trigger today.

Maybe after this they'd notice how strange things were. Probably not.

[robinonadderall]

No, sadly, probably not.

Stiles took everything in stride despite the lack of warning. There was a slight surprised noise from him at first but soon he pulled back to lick the head of Derek's cock as he finished.

They didn't even manage to find the lube.

[justlurkinghere]

It was there. Somewhere.

"Fuck," Derek muttered, covering his eyes with the crook of his arm. He put a decent amount of emphasis on the word to cover how he felt about the day so far.

[robinonadderall]

"Didn't quite get that far," Stiles murmured, crawling up the bed to flop against Derek and rest his head against his chest.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek had no trouble with wrapping his arms around Stiles to hold onto him for some good old cuddling. "It's only the morning," he muttered, kissing the top of Stiles' head. "We didn't even finish breakfast."

For some reason.

[robinonadderall]

"We didn't." And most of it had ended up in Stiles' hair. "Guess I have the rest of the day to screw your brains out."

[justlurkinghere]

"Still have some rooms to break in."

The pantry didn't even count as a room, Derek.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles snorted. "What, like the garage?"

[justlurkinghere]

Okay, point. "Maybe in the summer when it's warmer."

It was almost public sex then!

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah, okay," he said having no intention of having sex in the garage. "Until then, how about we stick to the nice warm bed?"

[justlurkinghere]

He'd surprise blow you there, Stiles. Don't act like you'd refuse that.

"Warm, sticky bed."

[robinonadderall]

"And whose fault is that?" Certainly not his!

[justlurkinghere]

Derek just made a vague noise like that was an answer that didn't implicate himself. "It smells like chocolate."

[robinonadderall]

"I don't smell anything," he said, though he wasn't surprised by that. "Is it a good chocolate smell or a bad one?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Its... like an old tootsie roll." So incredibly sweet.

[robinonadderall]

"...ew." That was so not romantic.

[justlurkinghere]

He took a risk on the lube, okay? It was a risk.

"You are so lucky that you can't smell it like me."