No Name House | Tuesday Morning

[robinonadderall]

What was the point of spring break if you had tests right after it was over? Stiles should be sleeping until noon and playing video games until he couldn't see straight but, no, he was in the living room with a textbook open. And of course it was for his stupid "Statistics for Criminology and Criminal Justice" course. Who invited math to this degree?

This spring break was laaaaaaaaaaame.

[For the fiance and/or others who want to call/text/visit]

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[robinonadderall]

"I like playing up your creeper skills," he said, sliding his hands over Derek's shoulders.

[justlurkinghere]

"It's called stealth, Stiles."

Not when he did it.

[robinonadderall]

"If that's what you want to tell yourself," he teased, trying to tug Derek down against him impatiently.

[justlurkinghere]

"Stealth," Derek muttered, moving easily to pin him down, hiking Stiles legs up a little further.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles closed what little distance there was between them in order to kiss Derek. He jerked his hips up against him because he was losing what little patience he had.

[justlurkinghere]

He had patience to begin with?

Derek would have teased him more, but someone was doing a good job at being distracting. Which was why he kissed back and fumbled through the couch cushions for lube.

Another habit they'd eventually have to break.

[robinonadderall]

They could say the lube was there just in case someone got their hand caught in something! Totally normal.

Stiles made his own halfhearted attempt at looking for lube...mostly it consisted of wriggling against Derek while trying to keep kissing him. So helpful.

[justlurkinghere]

SO HELPFUL.

Derek huffed in annoyance, having to decide between wriggling right on back and continuing to find the errant bottle. He attempted a little of both. With little success. "If you're on the bottle, you're cockblocking us both."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles sighed, lifting himself up a little to help Derek out. "You raise a good point."

[justlurkinghere]

"Thank you," Derek replied with a smirk, finally managing to grab it. To promptly drop on Stiles' stomach. "Knew I was marrying you for a reason."

[robinonadderall]

"I'm flattered," he said, grabbing the lube and popping the top open. "You just gonna watch?"

[justlurkinghere]

He hadn't been before, but now...

"I like the view," Derek shot back.

[robinonadderall]

"Of course you do," he said smugly. He coated his fingers and wasted no time pressing a finger into himself. He'd always be rougher with himself even though Derek was the one with the healing factor.

[justlurkinghere]

He was terrible like that. Derek gave him a little frown for his rushing, but was grabbing the bottle to slick himself up rather than say anything. This time.

Next time he'd make sure to prom queen treatment Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

And knowing them next time would be in a few hours. They really had a problem.

Stiles looked down at where Derek was slicking himself up, making a little whining noise as he added a second finger.

[justlurkinghere]

Basically, yes. After a small break for food and probably a nap. That garden was so getting neglected with Stiles being home for the whole week.

"In a hurry?" Never mind that he wasn't doing much better.

[robinonadderall]

"You've been teasing me for like twenty minutes," he murmured. "Your fault."

[justlurkinghere]

"You're the one who wanted to make out," Derek replied, having to let go of himself before this ended in all of five seconds.

So, he helped Stiles out by running his fingers around where Stiles was preparing himself. Helpful. Yes.

[robinonadderall]

"Me?" he asked, hips jerking back a little against Derek's hand. "You started it. With your study break."

[justlurkinghere]

Which really only encouraged him.

"I was going to garden." Guys, maybe not the time for bickering.

[robinonadderall]

"You--" Stiles huffed, removing his fingers and grabbing at Derek's hip. "This is gonna be angry sex in a minute."

Or pretend angry sex anyway.

[justlurkinghere]

"Is it?" Derek asked, not waiting on an answer as he pressed forward between Stiles' spread legs. Because arguing could happen after.

[robinonadderall]

"Maybe." It would not, seeing as Stiles' attempt at a mad face was totally gone when he felt Derek press against him. "Or we can do angry sex later."

Yes. Later would be good.

[justlurkinghere]

Why couldn't they ever manage angry sex? It was clearly a problem that they suffered from.

Derek inhaled deeply, grabbing hold of Stiles' hips to pull him up for the right angle to press into him as slowly as he could manage. "Yeah," he agreed vaguely.

[robinonadderall]

They missed their chance for angry sex long ago. Maybe they'll get into a fight over flowers for the wedding...

Stiles looped his arms around Derek's neck, clinging to Derek with all the limited human strength he had. "Y-you're doing this on purpose."