Forever Nameless House | Tuesday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

How was it that Stiles' summer internship was more tiring than the classes? Unpaid hard labor, that's what this was. Unpaid hard labor that was required for him to get a good job out of college. Almost immediately after getting home from the police station he was working at Stiles went upstairs and flopped into bed. And immediately got a Puppy Joe sitting on his head.

Life was hard.

[For that guy that lives there and anybody else]

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[justlurkinghere]

Not in the slightest. "You sure?" Derek asked, kissing Stiles' neck now.

[robinonadderall]

"Positive," Stiles said, tilting his neck towards him. "You're being cuddly."

[justlurkinghere]

"Maybe I'm just making sure you're not more injured by those files."

[robinonadderall]

He chuckled. "I didn't get a paper cut on my neck."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek grinned, sitting up to look down at him. "So, just your hands need attention?"

[robinonadderall]

"Um." Wait, he needed to backtrack! "No, maybe I got a paper cut in other places."

[justlurkinghere]

"Maybe?" Derek asked, settling back to sit on Stiles' hips. Yeah, he was enjoying this too much.

[robinonadderall]

"Maybe," he said again. "You'll have to check."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek hummed, reaching for one of Stiles' hands to pull it up for closer inspection. And maybe there was more sappiness in the form of kissing his fingers and then wrist.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles smiled. "Everything look okay?"

[justlurkinghere]

"So far," Derek muttered, continuing his way down Stiles' forearm, pushing the fabric of his shirt out of the way.

[robinonadderall]

"I trust your expert opinion," he said, squirming a little at the attention. "And I appreciate your focus."

[justlurkinghere]

That made Derek grin into Stiles' arm as he bent forward to continue up toward his shoulder. "Still nothing so far," he said gently kissing at a spot at random.

[robinonadderall]

"Tickles," Stiles said, shifting some more. "I didn't even know I was ticklish there."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek did nothing to help with that, breathing a laugh over the spot. Because, really, Stiles brought this on himself.

[robinonadderall]

"Don't--" Stiles tried to move away but of course that was impossible with Derek on him. "You ass."

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm making sure you're actually ticklish," Derek insisted, moving into the spot where the collar of Stiles' shirt began to repeat the treatment.

[robinonadderall]

"This is becoming less romantic by the second," Stiles said, sighed.

[justlurkinghere]

"Alright, alright," Derek replied, pulling back to tug on Stile's shirt.

[robinonadderall]

"Are werewolves ticklish?" Stiles asked, pulling his shirt up in order to help Derek get it off.

[justlurkinghere]

"Nope," Derek assured him, leaning in the moment the shirt was off to inspect and press kisses down Stiles' chest.

[robinonadderall]

"I can't tell if you're lying or not." Damn his inability to hear heartbeats.

[justlurkinghere]

"Werewolves are immune." Just don't ask any of your werewolf friends, Stiles. "Little known fact."

[robinonadderall]

"Well at least I know another one of your weaknesses." He knew several, but he was talking about a harmless one.

[justlurkinghere]

"Other than wolfsbane and mistletoe?" Derek asked, sounding a little distracted as he nipped at Stiles' collarbone.