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No Name House | Tuesday Morning

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

"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.

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.

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."

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.

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

"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.

"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."

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.

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

"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.

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--"

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.

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

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

"Fuck, Derek!" That was really all that was needed for Stiles to come all over his stomach. Hopefully the couch would get out of this unscathed.

The couch would in no way escape unscathed.

But Derek would just have to work some cleaning magic because he wasn't about to stop now. He let go of Stiles' dick to hold onto his hips instead for a few moments more before coming as well.

Stiles bit down on his lip to keep from making a noise when Derek came. For some reason he felt like he hid the fact that he enjoyed watching Derek come almost as much as coming himself. He was wrong.

"Holy fuck."

He was so wrong.

But luckily for him, Derek was in his clingy phase of the afterglow where he used Stiles as a pillow. But thankfully let his Stiles' down before that. Because that would have ended badly.

Well thank god for that. Stiles was not that flexible.

Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek, happy to be used as a pillow. "I love you. So much."

Not to mention the heavy werewolf might break something if he didn't.

"You always say that when I make you orgasm," Derek teased, breathing in how happy Stiles was.

"I love you all the time," Stiles insisted, giving Derek a squeeze. "You're my favorite person ever."

He just didn't mention it so much unless he just had an orgasm.

Which was adorable and sweet of him.

"You're mine too," Derek replied, grinning like an idiot.

"You're making that dorky smile again," he teased.

Derek buried his face against Stiles' shoulder for that. "Less favorite by the minute."

That was a damn dirty lie.

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