Creepy Is So Subjective Mansion, Friday Afternoon

[justlurkinghere]

After the minor debacle that had been Derek's visit to Beacon Hills, it was deemed safer to drag Stiles to the island to spend time together.

And not just because Derek couldn't look certain parents in the eye. Don't be silly.

"I think the dog missed you," Derek said, watching as the ball of fur in question ran circles around Stiles' feet. But, you know, that was just a guess.

[[For the guy, but of course open to housemate]]

Comments

[justlurkinghere]

He wasn't? Consider Derek shocked.

"You are such a liar," Derek called over his shoulder, digging through his collection for a vibrator and a bottle of lube. None of those cute single serves for them.

[robinonadderall]

"Which one are you using?" Stiles asked, sliding off his jeans and boxers. He was already getting hard at just the anticipation of what they were going to do.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek inhaled, eyes closed for a moment like the strange werewolf he was. Then he turned to offer over the bottle and the slim vibrator. "A new one."

[robinonadderall]

"The other ones in the box weren't doing the job?" Stiles asked, taking the lube and vibrator.

[justlurkinghere]

"There was a sale." Which made it better.

He backed up, unbuttoning his jeans as he hit the bed. Then he tugged his shirt off to toss toward the corner.

"And I thought we could try it out together."

A bonding experience!

[robinonadderall]

"So you've been planning this, huh?" he asked, crawling up on the bed. "Should I expect a sex swing in our future?"

[justlurkinghere]

"I don't even know how to install one."

And there was no asking Mike.

[robinonadderall]

"You were the one that brought it up first," Stiles pointed out. "So you have been thinking about it."

[justlurkinghere]

"Enough to know we'd end up breaking something," Derek replied pushing his jeans down slowly. Because they were too tight for anything else. "Probably you. Or a lamp."

[robinonadderall]

"Good point," Stiles said, leaning down to lick Derek's nipple. Because it was there.

[justlurkinghere]

"Wouldn't want to replace a lamp," Derek muttered, running one hand through Stiles' hair as he sighed.

[robinonadderall]

"So how are we running this experiment?" Stiles asked, pressing a kiss to Derek's chest. "To decide whether you like my dick or a piece of plastic better?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek hummed at that. "Yeah. It's a hard choice between them," he teased.

[robinonadderall]

"Hey, you were the one having doubts," Stiles joked. "So I guess we'll just have to make you come twice and you can decide which one you like better."

[justlurkinghere]

"Is that a promise?" Derek asked, climbing onto the bed to straddle his hips once his jeans were finally off.

[robinonadderall]

"Well I want to make sure I get accurate results," Stiles said, lying back against the bed. "I'm a good scientist."

[justlurkinghere]

"That's just what I think about when I think of you," Derek assured him, placing his hands on Stiles' shoulders to pin him down.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles smiled, wriggling a little in Derek's hold. "It's going to be hard for me to fuck you with you holding me down."

[justlurkinghere]

"Tell me what to do then," Derek replied, leaning down to kiss him.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles smiled into the kiss, happy to do that for a few moments. "Get on your hands and knees."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek smirked at that, lifting his eyebrows before turning to comply. "And then what?"

[robinonadderall]

"You'll see." Stiles got onto his knees behind Derek, pressing a kiss to his lower back. He slid a hand around to Derek's dick, just to make sure he was into this.

Not because he liked groping him, no sir.

[justlurkinghere]

Perish the thought! Neither enjoyed such things.

Derek sighed and spread his knees slightly in anticipation. "Now you're teasing me?"

[robinonadderall]

"I would never." Stiles moved his hands to spread Derek open, leaning in to lick his hole. Which was also not teasing. It was prep.

Yes. Prep.

[justlurkinghere]

Uh huh. Sure.

Derek would have laughed, but instead he was resting his forehead against the sheets and biting hid lip to stay quiet.