Nameless House | Friday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

As of  this morning Stiles was no longer a teenager. Twenty didn't feel too different from nineteen though he did have a minor crisis over the last few days that would be much more appropriate on his twenty-fifth or thirtieth birthday. How did this getting old thing happen? Who allowed this?

Ignore the fact that he still had a babyface and probably would until he was forty.

At least he had classes this morning to make him feel young. And homework to do this weekend. He tossed his bag on the floor of the living room when he got home, deciding he could worry about that on Sunday night. It was his birthday he shouldn't have to do homework.

[For Derek and whoever else feels like pinging]

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[justlurkinghere]

What a kind fiance he was!

Derek held onto Stiles' thigh tighter, encouraging him to grind against him more than he already was. He only broke the kiss once he felt the stretch of another finger to groan a little higher and more needy than he liked.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles, on the other than, loved those noises. He pressed in another finger, unable to keep from looking at Derek's face in the mirror. "You are just...you're amazing."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek arched his back, eyes closed and mouth dropping open as he made more of those damn noises. Were you happy now, Stiles?

"I want you in me," he gasped. "Stiles, c'mon."

[robinonadderall]

"Could fuck you right here if you're that impatient," he said, pulling his fingers out. "You'd have to watch yourself."

[justlurkinghere]

"You'd like that," Derek pointed out, letting go of Stiles' thigh to try and jerk him off instead. Which was probably super helpful.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles groaned a little when he felt Derek's hand around him, biting down on his shoulder for cheating. "Hands back on the counter."

[justlurkinghere]

Yes, Derek sure felt punished like that. He grinned into the mirror, showing off sharp teeth. And yes, adorable bunny teeth too.

He took his time letting go of Stiles, giving him a slow stroke before pulling away to plant his hands back on the counter.

[robinonadderall]

"We'll take a bath after," Stiles promised like that was something Derek actually cared about right now. He placed a hand on the back of Derek's neck, the grip there getting tighter as he pressed into Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek dropped his head and arched his back easily to help Stiles out. And if there was another muffled little whimper at both the hand on his neck and the stretch of Stiles pressing into him...

[robinonadderall]

"Fuck," Stiles murmured, moving his free hand to Derek's hip. He started moving, setting a pace that ensured that this was most definitely not going to be prom queen treatment.

Though the hand on Derek's neck and Stiles' nails digging into hips might have already given that away.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek fell onto his elbows, digging clawed fingertips into the nice counter top to keep them there. They probably needed to replace things anyway. Yes. That was going to be the excuse.

He huffed out a little groan like it was forced out of him each time Stiles managed to hit the right spot.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles could hear a faint scratching noise but he wasn't in the right frame of mind to figure out that Derek was ruining their counter top. He'd realize it later. And shame Derek terribly.

"Come on," Stiles panted, almost having to go up on his toes with every thrust to get the force he wanted. "I know you can be louder than that."

[justlurkinghere]

It clearly needed to be replaced! He probably wouldn't be able to break marble. Maybe. Damn it.

"Fuck--fuck you," he grumbled before biting his lip to smother the much louder groan that brought on. Followed by a quiet and whimpery little, "Oh god."

He was not holding out as well as he'd like.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles smiled against Derek's shoulder, moving the hand on Derek's hip to wrap around his cock. "You should be nicer."

[justlurkinghere]

That did get his breath to stutter. Along with his hips.

"Y-yeah?"

[robinonadderall]

Stiles hummed an affirmative, sliding his hand from Derek's neck to his hair. He grabbed a handful and tugged. "You should look at yourself."

Because Stiles was certainly enjoying the view.

[justlurkinghere]

Why did Stiles insist on cheating so much during this?

Derek let go of the savaged counter top, looking up at the mirror to see himself and Stiles behind him. "Stiles, please."

[robinonadderall]

"Please what?" he panted, meeting Derek's eyes in the mirror. He was in no way as collected as he might have sounded, but it was easier to draw things out when Derek was desperate like this.

[justlurkinghere]

Rude.

Derek reached back trying to just hold onto him to keep himself grounded. "Let me come."

[robinonadderall]

"You can come whenever you want," he said, jerking Derek off faster to help with that. He ground his hips in harder, trying to get deeper though that wasn't actually possible at this point.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek whined again, moving one hand up to cup the back of Stiles' head and pull him into a kiss. This was going to end in a huge mess and he was going to be the one stuck cleaning it.

But at the moment? Worth it.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles managed to kiss Derek back, though it didn't have a whole lot of finesse. He couldn't help but bite at Derek's lip, followed by his jaw. Derek's wolfy tendencies were rubbing off on him.

"Come on," he murmured, kissing Derek's neck. "I know you can."

[justlurkinghere]

Well, if he was going to be so encouraging about this...

Derek curled his other hand around Stiles' jerking himself off a little faster before he was coming with a strangled noise.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles looked up at the mirror, making sure he could watch Derek come. That sight alone was enough for Stiles to lose any rhythm he had, just doing everything he could to come now.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek pressed back against him, breathing slowly evening out with each moment. "C'mon," he muttered, tugging gently on the hair at the nape of Stiles' neck.