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Sterek House? Haleinski House? It Needs A Name, Man | Sunday Afternoon

True to his word, Derek wasted no time getting a pool built at their place. It was a shame they only had a few weeks to enjoy it but Stiles intended on spending every minute his pale skin would allow swimming in it.

Today was the first day it was deemed ready to swim in. Stiles thought maybe it deserved a ribbon cutting or something but since big red ribbons were hard to come by, he settled for just putting on his trunks and slathering on an indecent amount of sunscreen on to celebrate.

Which was kind of lame. He wished he had Derek's inability to get sunburn.

[For the future husband and current sugar daddy]

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"Yup," he said, rubbing lotion into his chest. "Might mess up your chest hair a little."

"Oh no," Derek joked, grinding up against him more deliberately.

Stiles smirked, rubbing the rest of the lotion on Derek's shoulders. He had absolutely no intention of going for me. "You trying to hit at something? Should I move lower, Mr. Hale?"

Porn dialogue was the best.

It was something, alright.

"Mr. Hale?" Derek choked out.

Stiles laughed. "Well if I'm the pool boy you hired, I should call you by something formal, right?"

Derek tried to school his face into a serious expression as he nodded along with the story. It was a moderate success. "I think you should keep rubbing the lotion in so I don't get a sunburn."

Apparently 'Mr. Hale' wasn't a werewolf.

"Or is that part of your job description?"

"My job description is whatever you want it to be," he said with a wink, moving down Derek's body.

He was terrible about this.

And yet Derek was into it. Even if the wink made him cover his face with his hands so he wouldn't laugh.

"By all means then."

Stiles moved down Derek's body, kissing his hips and starting to tug down his shorts. "This okay, Mr. Hale?"

Getting Derek to laugh might've been the goal here, in addition to getting him off.

He was succeeding!

"I don't know," he said, biting his lip to keep from smiling as he looked down at Stiles. "Do you do this with all your clients?"

"You're the only one," he said, sliding down Derek's shorts until they were around his thighs. "It was love at first sight."

"Yeah?" Derek needed to stop sounding so breathless over bad porn dialogue.

Derek's secret shame was definitely the love of porn dialogue. It was even worse than the public sex thing.

"Yeah. I couldn't resist," he murmured before licking a stripe up Derek's dick.

Shhh, no one must know his shame.

Derek sighed, reaching down to run his fingers through Stiles' hair. "Aren't I lucky."

"I need you to be real loud," he murmured, giving the head of Derek's cock a lick. "We have an audience, remember?"

Yeah he could see why Derek wanted to do this so badly now.

"Haven't," he began with another quiet noise. "Haven't done anything to make me yet."

Because why not challenge Stiles here? Why not?

Why not indeed!

Stiles rose up to the challenge and stopped teasing, wrapping his lips around Derek and moving down as far as he could before slowly moving back up.

He never said he'd be quick about this.

Well, that certainly worked better. Derek tried and failed to smother a groan, fingers tightening in Stiles' hair. He didn't tug, but it was a damn near thing.

Yeah, this was going to be A Show.

Stiles moaned in response to the noise Derek made, well aware it was going to be felt around his dick. He bobbed his head with a little more purpose, digging his fingers into Derek's thighs as he got more into the rhythm of it.

Between the vibrations around his dick and the tight grip on his thighs, Derek wasn't about to stop making some pretty embarrassing noises. He held onto Stiles' hair, trying to let him set the pace as much as he could manage. But if there were a few aborted little movements of his hips...

Stiles wanted to hear more embarrassing noises! He pulled back slightly after a few moments, still close enough where Derek could probably feel it when he spoke.

"Do you think you're still wet from before?" he murmured, pressing two of his fingers against Derek's hole.

That's right, he was abusing the porn dialogue rule to make more noises happen. And he's watched a loooooot of porn, Derek.

Did a whimper work? Because that was exactly what he dragged out of Derek.

"Yes," he practically hissed. This is why their relationship worked, after all. Their unending love of bad porn and kinky sex. "Are you--?"

"Am I what?" he asked, knowing very well what Derek was asking. He pressed two of his fingers in, wasting no time in curling them to find that spot that tended to make the both of them make a lot of noise.

Okay, that was just rude of him. Derek wasn't able to keep from making more desperate noises, moving his hips to try fucking himself on Stiles' fingers.

"Are you hard again," he managed.

Their neighbor was never going to be look at either of them the same way again. Completely destroying the twink/bear dynamic here, boys.

"Maybe." Yes. That would be a yes. "Why do you ask?"

Really, the neighbor could probably learn some tips from them.

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