UMD Campus - College Park, MD - Wednesday Afternoon

[justlurkinghere]

After a very quiet week for Derek, he was on the mainland to surprise Stiles. With a cake.

Which hopefully made his socially awkward lurking in the lobby of the dorm better.

(It did not. But there was cake.)

[For the most epic of slowplay]

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[robinonadderall]

"Didn't think you'd have a problem with it," he said before kissing Derek back. They were so gross.

[justlurkinghere]

They really, really were.

Derek crawled back onto the bed to move behind him. And if there were sappy kisses being pressed along Stiles' shoulders as he did... well, he had to expect it. "I love you so much."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles smiled. "I love you too. I expect some bruises on my tattoo if we're fucking like this."

[justlurkinghere]

"Thanks for the permission," Derek replied dryly. He placed his hand on Stiles' hip to push him into place, flicking open the cap to the lube with the other hand.

[robinonadderall]

"Well you do treat me like I'm made of glass sometimes," he said, moving into place. "I'm just helping you out."

[justlurkinghere]

"You deserve to be treated gently," Derek replied, kissing at the tattoo in front of him. And with Stiles on his side, he was able to pour some of the lube onto his fingers to warm up to body temperature as he paid way too much attention to the triskelion.

[robinonadderall]

"And I appreciate that sentiment," he said, closing his eyes and pushing one leg up a little to give Derek room to work with. "But you're not gonna hurt me."

[justlurkinghere]

"That's not it," Derek replied, carefully pressing a finger into him. He curled hi finger to find the right spot to make this more than just a little pleasant. "Not... entirely."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles hummed, shifting a little to get more of that feeling. "W-what is it then?"

[justlurkinghere]

"I like what we do," Derek muttered, kissing the back of Stiles' neck. "I really like what we do."

Shocking no one.

"But I want to treat you like this sometimes." To illustrate his point, he slowly pressed in a second finger to let the stretch happen gently. "Like you're the only thing worth focus."

[robinonadderall]

Damn it, Derek, you can't just say stuff like that. Now Stiles was blushing even as he was getting fingered. "You sap."

[justlurkinghere]

"You enjoy it," Derek said with a little smile, scenting the back of Stiles' neck for the pleased embarrassment.

He slowly fucked Stiles with his fingers, letting him get used to that before adding a third finger.

[robinonadderall]

"Fuck," he said softly, fingers gripping the pillow tightly. "Come on. Please."

[justlurkinghere]

"Shhh. We'll get there." See what happens when you let him calm down a little in the middle? And making it romantic?

He bit down gently on the back of Stiles' neck, sucking a bruise there that really couldn't be mistaken for something more than a super possessive hickey.

[robinonadderall]

Lesson learned, Stiles will never make it romantic again.

Okay he probably would.

Stiles bit down on his lip to keep from making too much noise at that. Because he wasn't trying to get thrown out of here. "This is what I get for letting you call the shots."

[justlurkinghere]

"You suggested this position."

All you, Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

"I regret my choices," he joked.

[justlurkinghere]

"I can see that," Derek drawled, finally being kind and pulling his fingers out to slick himself up. Then he shifted forward while also pulling Stiles back to press into him.

[robinonadderall]

"Oh." Right, that was why he wanted this position. "Oh fuck--"

[justlurkinghere]

"Good?" Derek asked, sounding strained as he let Stiles become accustomed.

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah, fuck, yes." He reached behind him to get a hand on Derek's thigh. "Its good."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek ran his hands over Stiles hips to hold onto his thighs. With that, he could hold Stiles in place to slowly grind into him. "Fuck..."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles was having no problems getting hard again. It helped that he could rub his erection against the mattress whenever Derek pushed into him. It was slow but intense. "Fuck, it's so good."

[justlurkinghere]

"You're so good," Derek muttered, not letting up on him. A constant pressure between them.

At least headboards were safe right now.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles made a whining noise, the constant pressure being almost too much to handle. But it was so good he didn't want it to let up. He wriggled around, fingers digging into Derek's thigh. "Please, Derek--"