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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[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."

[justlurkinghere]

He was. He had no idea what he was doing on purpose, to be honest. But he probably was.

Which is why he hummed in response, pressing Stiles down against the couch to start to fuck him.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles moaned, head falling back against the couch. "That--that's really good."

[justlurkinghere]

"Making it up to you?" Derek muttered, biting at Stiles' exposed throat as he moved. They were going to make such a mess on that poor couch.

[robinonadderall]

"Yes--you a-are," he murmured, digging his fingers into Derek's shoulders. He couldn't move much like this but he was doing his best to rock his hips against Derek. "Fuck."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek groaned low at the pressure on his shoulders, trying to muffle the noise as much as he could when they were this close. He ground down, small but forceful movements.

Thank god it was a new couch.

[robinonadderall]

"Oh--Derek," Stiles whined, the intensity of everything starting to get to him. "Put--put my legs over your shoulders."

[justlurkinghere]

"Yeah?" Derek replied, struggling for a moment to comply without having to pull away from him. Which meant he was almost bending Stiles in half.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles might feel a pulled muscle later on but it was totally worth it right now. Just...someone remind of him that when he started whining.

"Fuck," he murmured, moving his hands to grip the edge of the couch. "Fuck, that's--"

[justlurkinghere]

Or give his poor abused muscle a massage. That would probably lead to more sex, to be honest.

Derek whined in agreement, biting his lip to keep it quiet. They were not going to last at this rate.

[robinonadderall]

"Come on," Stiles moaned, using his leverage on the couch to rock back against Derek as he felt himself get close. "Come on."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek reached between them as best as he could to jerk Stiles off in time with his thrusts. "Jesus, Stiles--"