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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[robinonadderall]

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

[justlurkinghere]

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

[robinonadderall]

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

[justlurkinghere]

"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."

[robinonadderall]

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

[justlurkinghere]

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.

[robinonadderall]

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.

[justlurkinghere]

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.

[robinonadderall]

"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.

[justlurkinghere]

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.

[robinonadderall]

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.

[justlurkinghere]

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.

[robinonadderall]

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.

[justlurkinghere]

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.