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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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And it was worth concern how quickly he was hard again. If either of them would focus, that is.
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"Which would you prefer?" he asked, reaching back to stroke Derek's cock lightly.
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"I'm fine," Derek insisted, spreading his legs a little for him. "Just sensitive."
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Yeah, right. Slow meant he was leaning in to lick Derek's cock rather than jerk him off.
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Derek bit his lip to keep from whining too loud. "Is that slow?"
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And they did have a lot of time. For some reason they just were rushing through stuff.
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Derek groaned, running his fingers through Stiles' hair in an attempt to keep from embarrassing himself again. Or because he just really enjoyed petting Stiles.
It was both, really.
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Derek should be appreciative of Stiles' focus.
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"Fuck, Stiles--" He tugged on Stiles' hair, guiding half guiding movements and half just holding onto the ride.
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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."
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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For some reason.
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