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Forever Nameless House | Tuesday Afternoon

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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"Yeah?" Derek asked, finally curling his hands over Stiles' hips to move like he wanted.

No, he didn't expect a coherent response.

Which was good 'cause Stiles didn't have a coherent response. He groaned again, fingers digging into the sheets. He pressed back Derek impatiently because he was incapable of giving up control completely.

Of course he was! Which was why Derek was holding on a little tighter to control how fast they would go.

Which, okay, admittedly was as fast Stiles had been pushing for. But it was the principle of the matter. To make things difficult for him.

Making things difficult for each other was probably why their sex lives hadn't gotten boring yet.

"Harder, come on." Stiles could make things difficult too.

They were special like that.

"Being--bossy again," Derek muttered, biting his lip as he tried to not fuck him harder.

Stiles huffed, pushing back against Derek a little harder. "Just--just a suggestion."

A demanding suggestion.

A very demanding suggestion.

Derek huffed, slowing down instead. But he reached around to wrap his hand around Stiles' dick. Which helped, right? Right.

"That--fuck, Derek." He was caught between annoyed at Derek ignoring his helpful suggestion and being glad that his dick was being touched. "You are the worst."

It was his charm! Derek liked to think it was, at least.

He leaned forward, covering Stiles' back so he could kiss his neck in response rather than do something like talk. He moved slowly, but with more force just like Stiles had wanted before, keeping his hand still so just the short movements of his hips would jerk Stiles off.

So, basically he was a tease.

"Fuck." This wasn't fair, Derek. This wasn't fair at all. Stiles wriggled around, trying to get more of...well everything.

It was completely fair! In some way.

Derek smiled against Stiles' neck before biting down gently. "Problem? You--you wanted harder," he said, emphasizing that with a still slow, but forceful thrust.

"Always so f-fucking literal," Stiles murmured, though he was smirking. "The. Worst."

"You have a suggestion?" Derek asked, not breaking his rhythm yet. Even though he was also sounding pretty strained by this.

"Harder," he murmured. "And faster."

"Both at once?" Derek muttered, giving in a little because it was getting difficult to stay in control. "That's--that's a little greedy."

"Please." Stiles had finally given in to the begging portion of the evening.

Which was enough to get Derek to break down and do as asked. He pulled himself back up in order to have the right amount of force to fuck Stiles as so kindly requested.

That poor headboard and that poor wall were taking so much abuse.

Stiles let out a garbled stream of words that seemed to be cursing and praising Derek at the same time. Now that he had more room to move he was getting back up on his hands, using the force to push his hips back against Derek as hard as he could.

He was so close and the teasing hadn't helped anything.

The teasing never helped.

Derek made a noise that could have been in agreement with both the cursing and praising, but most was just a groan as he took what he needed to get there along with Stiles.

"Close," Stiles panted, getting a hand around his dick in order to stroke himself off. "Harder, come on. I know you can do it harder."

Stiles clearly did not care about their bed frame.

He did not! It was sad because that frame almost lasted a whole month.

Derek groaned again, bending a little forward in his eagerness to give Stiles what he needed. And all without trying to tease him! It was a Christmas miracle.

Or he was also too close to care.

It was only a few more moments before Stiles was coming with a loud, almost surprised, shout. His arms immediately gave out and soon he was riding out his orgasm with his face and shoulders on the bed.

He was so not helpful.

At least Derek was a little too distracted to notice how little Stiles was contributing here. He got lucky in that.

Also lucky that, when Derek came a few frantic moments later, he didn't slump forward to pin Stiles down like that. He was considerate that way.

Always considerate, that Derek Hale. Too bad Stiles was too out of it to notice.

He did make some kind of muffled noise that could be taken as a content sound.

He was less considerate when he rolled to the side to pull Stiles in for some post-coital snuggling. No, didn't even care how messy it was. Just needed to cuddle the hell out of Stiles as he hummed in agreement.

Words were too difficult right now.

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