Remember When It Was Abandoned And Creepy Mansion, Saturday Afternoon

[justlurkinghere]

Derek was still maintaining his mature response to Stiles of avoidance and surly looks. Because that would totally make things better before college started. Honestly.

He was in the kitchen, aggressively mixing things to bake. Though eating raw cookie dough was more likely to happen in this mood.

Because cookie dough.

[Open, yup!]

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[robinonadderall]

He really hoped the phones picked up on that. Stiles did bend down after that so he could lick around the fingers he had inside Derek.

It...did taste pretty vanilla-y, he had to admit that.

[justlurkinghere]

"If you say it tastes like ice cream, I'm leaving," Derek croaked.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles smothered a laugh against Derek's thigh. He was glad that was on tape. "No, it definitely does not taste like ice cream."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek took that time to pet Stiles' hair, looking down at him like that would ease his nerves again.

"I can take another finger."

[robinonadderall]

"Well if you're sure," he said, pressing in another finger. He did it out of the goodness of his heart, not because he was starting to feel impatient. Really.

[justlurkinghere]

Suuuuure. "Fuck."

Derek moved as much as the position allowed, pressing back on those fingers to enjoy the stretch.

[robinonadderall]

"We're getting there," Stiles said before leaning down to lick Derek out again. They should probably keep the flavored lubes in their repertoire. It got rid of some of the weird flavor lube usually had.

[justlurkinghere]

Yeah, no one needed to deal with the weird plastic taste of it.

Derek whined again, back arching at the feeling of Stiles' tongue. "Fuck me, Stiles."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles lifted up his head, looking extremely pleased that he got Derek to say it. On camera, even!

"Wanna stay like this?" he asked, gently tugging out his fingers so he could slick himself up. Everything was gonna smell like vanilla. Everything. His dick now smelled like vanilla.

[justlurkinghere]

You're the worst, Stiles.

Derek rolled his eyes, pulling Stiles in for another kiss. "My legs over your shoulders?"

He needed to stop looking to porn for new positions.

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah," he said, somehow getting even more turned on by that suggestion. "Yeah, we can do that. C'mon."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek inhaled deeply, enjoying just how much that increased the scent of arousal. He lay back, bringing his knees up to his chest.

Ah, werewolf flexibility.

[robinonadderall]

"Fucking--fuck." You couldn't just do things like that, Derek. It wasn't fair.

Stiles wasted no time in hooking Derek's legs over his shoulders, wrapping his arms around his thighs to keep them up there. Only then did he line himself up and start to press into him.

[justlurkinghere]

And that got another inhale, though this time for a different reason. "Stiles."

This was going to end quickly, wasn't it?

[robinonadderall]

...probably. But in their defense it had been a couple days. Going from one or two times a day to none probably could have caused some withdrawal.

"Holy shit," he gasped, shutting his eyes for a moment. He dug his fingers into Derek's thighs to steady himself before he started to thrust into Derek roughly.

Let's be real, there wasn't a whole lot of room for lovemaking when it came to makeup sex.

[justlurkinghere]

There was certainly that going for them. Those few days of being without sex must have just been torture.

"Fuck, like that," Derek gasped, unable to get a grip on Stiles anywhere but on his arms. "Like that."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles didn't know how it looked on camera but he was certainly appreciating the view he had right now. It was a nice power rush being in the position where he called the shots. And the fact Derek trusted him with that always went to his head a little bit.

"Jesus, Derek, you look amazing."

[justlurkinghere]

Because Derek expressed his feelings of trust through some pretty kinky sex. It was how they functioned.

"Harder," he replied, enjoying this position too much to feel self conscious. "C'mon. I want you."

He was no longer self conscious about the filming and babbling.

[robinonadderall]

"Derek." The babbling was not helping his stamina. At all.

Stiles dug his nails into Derek's thighs, giving in to Derek's request and thrusting into him even harder. He really hoped the noises they were making would make it on the video.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek would apologize for ruining Stiles' stamina never. So. Deal with it.

He whined at the bite of nails in his thighs, head falling back as he took what Stiles was so kindly giving him. His dick brushing against his own stomach in more a tease than the sort of friction he needed to come. "Yeah, yeah, please. Fuck me."

Well, he was just going to be so embarrassed by how much he begged.

[robinonadderall]

Meanwhile Stiles was going to love watching that part over and over again. He was not, however, going to want to hear the embarrassing whining noise he made at the sound of Derek begging.

Maybe it'd be drowned out by the noises that were happening every time Stiles pushed into Derek. It was happening at almost a non-stop rate now that Stiles was getting closer to the edge. "Fuck, Derek, you're gonna have to touch yourself--I can't--"

[justlurkinghere]

It was so nice how they were embarrassed by their own sounds but would love what the other was doing.

"Keep going," Derek panted, toes curling as Stiles was finding the right angle for this. He pressed his hand between them, just curling his fingers around his dick as each thrust from Stiles had enough force to rock him into his hand.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles moaned at the sight of Derek's hand around his dick because watching him jerk off was never going to not be hot. As much as he hated leaving he was looking forward to dirty Skype sessions.

"Fuck--Derek--" Words were becoming increasingly difficult. As was maintaining any kind of rhythm with his thrusts. "Come for me, Derek. I wanna see it."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on the very serious task of jerking off. It would have been easier had he not been completely distracted by Stiles' everything, but he was managing.

Now if only he could stifle the annoying little groans and irregular breathing as he got close in no time at all. "Stiles--"

[robinonadderall]

"Come on, Derek," he panted. "Fuck--"

Turned out he'd be coming first in the sex tape. He pushed into Derek a few more times before he was coming hard, nails digging hard into Derek's thigh as he tried to ground himself.