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robinonadderall) wrote2016-04-08 12:10 pm
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Nameless House | Friday Afternoon
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]
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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But he was already tilting his head to take Stiles into his mouth.
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Derek moved forward a little bit, holding onto Stiles' hips to help out with that balance. And if that helped him take a little more of Stiles into his mouth... well...
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Happy birthday indeed.
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Derek made a noise that was almost a laugh as he went along easily to go back to blowing him. He really liked being on the other side of these things. Even if it did end with a sore jaw and a little struggle to take more than he could.
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It was the hair pulling. Clearly.
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Though it came close when he actually came, jerking forward and unknowingly pulling on Derek's hair almost as hard as he could. "Fuck!"
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He stayed close to prevent Stiles from falling as he caught his breath.
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For example, Stiles didn't mind he was getting come on his face because of all the sappy kissing.
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"We're making such a mess," he muttered, lazily kissing Stiles' neck. And maybe grinding against him just a little.
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Derek restlessly moved his hands from Stiles' waist up and down his back like he didn't know what else to do.
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If he was less distracted, he'd insist that he could have lasted longer than this.
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Though Stiles wasn't exactly helping when he decided to lean in and give Derek a sharp bite to the neck.
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Even though the tub might upset Stiles more.
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