Nameless House | Tuesday Morning

[robinonadderall]

The good part about Thanksgiving break was that it meant that Stiles didn't have to spend anymore time dealing with DC traffic and living in that apartment by himself. The bad part was that he had the sneaking suspicion that Derek was going to make him help with Thanksgiving stuff. Ugh.

He was actually attempting to hide from all that. He was sitting in the tub in the guest bathroom playing on his phone like Derek wouldn't somehow be able to literally sniff him out.

[For the fiance]

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[robinonadderall]

"We're not going to do it together?" he asked, moving to undo Derek's pants.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek shifted a little in his seat at that. "You don't think we'd get distracted?"

[robinonadderall]

"What could we possibly get distracted by?" Of course as he said this, he had to tug Derek's pants down some and press a kiss against his hip.

[justlurkinghere]

Of course! Because he was trying to help out, right?

"You might find something interesting to do instead of helping clean." And Derek would be dragged along into it completely unwillingly.

Never mind how he was basically petting Stiles and making a pleased little noise at the kiss.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles gave an innocent shrug at that, clearly more interested in what he was doing now. Which happened to be leaning in to mouth at Derek's dick, so he could probably be forgiven for not responding.

[justlurkinghere]

He was granted a little leeway as Derek closed his eyes and sighed, both hands finding Stiles' hair to gently hold onto. "You're getting blamed if things aren't ready for Thursday."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles would fully take that blame. He'd be proud of it, even. He hummed a little in acknowledgement before taking Derek into his mouth.

Might as go all in on wrecking Thanksgiving.

[justlurkinghere]

It was like he was going out of his way to traumatize his soon to be in-law.

Derek let out a breath, shifting in place in an effort to keep still and allow Stiles to control what they were doing. For now. Because he was so loving.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles placed his hands on Derek's hips, steadying himself as he moved his head in a slow, but constant rhythm. 'Cause why not draw this out? Derek had patience, right?

[justlurkinghere]

Derek had patience when it came to teasing Stiles. He had little to none when it came to having that turned around on him.

So, this would go well.

"Jesus, Stiles..."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles hummed appreciatively at the praise, which probably didn't help Derek's patience any. He had to spread his legs some because, as usual, his own lack of foresight didn't think ahead to undo his own pants before starting all of this so things were just a little bit uncomfortable.

[justlurkinghere]

Well, that was nice to know on Derek's end. He groaned as quietly as he could managed as he watched Stiles. "Touch yourself."

It was more an order than begging. For now.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles really couldn't resist it when Derek gave orders. So as much as he wanted to keep things slow, he did pull back long enough to undo his own jeans and shove them down.

It only took a second and soon he had his mouth back on Derek, only this time it was slightly less coordinated seeing as how he had started stroking himself off as requested.

[justlurkinghere]

"God, you're so perfect," Derek groaned, breathing a little heavier with the sounds of Stiles touching himself added to what his mouth was doing.

[robinonadderall]

Derek really couldn't just say things like that, it did terrible things for his stamina. Stiles sped up his movements, doing his best to take as much of Derek into his mouth as he could without choking.

Wasn't this better than chopping vegetables?

[justlurkinghere]

If Stiles wanted to distract him from his work, he had to accept the sort of compliments that Derek put out there. That was the deal.

Derek whined a little, fingers flexing against Stiles' scalp in the effort not to hold onto him for more of that. It as safe to say he was completely pleased with this non-vegetable chopping activity.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles would have been kind of insulted if Derek preferred vegetable chopping over this.

He groaned loudly, tightening his hand around his own cock. His movements were becoming a little bit sloppy but he was going faster as he put his concentration into getting Derek to come.

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm gonna--" Derek started to say, tightening his fingers through Stiles' hair just to hold on. But he needed to hold onto something here. "Close."

And he was being polite in warning him at least.

[robinonadderall]

The warning gave Stiles the chance to pull back slightly, though he kept his mouth on Derek. Look, he wanted to annoy Cora but he didn't have a death wish so he'd keep Derek from coming on the couch.

Hopefully he'd have enough brain power to remember that for himself too.

[justlurkinghere]

They could only hope. For their own safety.

But for now, Derek's only focus was on coming, tugging a little sharply on Stiles' hair as he did just that with a low groan.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles made a pleased noise when Derek pulled on his hair, which unfortunately made things a little bit messy. Still, he swallowed as much as he could before pulling back and resting his head against Derek's thigh, focusing on jerking himself off.

[justlurkinghere]

"C'mere," Derek said, still a little breathless. "C'mere. I want you to come on me."

Yeah, like that would make things better for their guests.

[robinonadderall]

So much better.

"You're trying to kill me," Stiles murmured, scrambling back up onto Derek's lab. He grabbed onto one of Derek's shoulders with one hand, needing the balance right about now.

[justlurkinghere]

He was a real giver like that!

Derek grinned and pulled him in for a deep, hungry kiss. "Mark me, c'mon."

[robinonadderall]

Again with things you couldn't say, Derek. Stiles would blame both that and the kiss for how quickly he came onto Derek's chest and stomach. And hopefully not on the couch.