justlurkinghere | A Home Outside the UMD Campus, Maryland

A Home Outside the UMD Campus, Maryland - Wednesday Evening

Derek was looking for a ~~booty-call house~~ investment property in the Maryland area for cutting down on all those hotels. Yes, a house was somehow the better investment. Just don't ask why rich people do these things. Or why Teen Wolf characters do anything. Just accept it and move on.

On one hand, he wasn't looking for an abandoned shack to lurk in. On the other, he hadn't hired a real estate agent to keep him away from the really shitty properties yet.

That would be why he was looking at a house that had probably been very nice fifty years ago. And frowning at the listing. "This says it has character."

[For the guy]

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Stiles sighed but leaned in to kiss Derek again a moment later. "We can buy the big house with room for a million kids after I graduate."

Derek kissed him back even if he was sulking about it. "I'm going to get banned from the hotels eventually. And you know it."

"I didn't say we couldn't get a place." Seriously, Derek, stop sulking. "Just not the big mansion while I'm at school. I'm not looking to stay in Maryland forever."

Winter here was scary.

"Neither am I," Derek replied, losing some of the sulkiness. "Maybe an apartment instead?"

Winters were only scary if you couldn't turn into a giant wolf and bound through the snow like a majestic creature.

Well Stiles couldn't do that!

"We'd have neighbors complaining about the noise." It had the same problems as a hotel! "How about something somewhere between mansion and not totally run down piece of crap?"

Derek sighed again. "I'll find a real estate agent this weekend. Happy?"

"Very," he said, kissing him again. "Now let's get back to breaking the law."

"Yes, Detective."

They were utterly ridiculous. And yet Stiles was going along with it instead of laughing about it. He looped his arms around Derek's neck and continued kissing him, letting his weight rest against Derek.

Hopefully they wouldn't end up knocking holes into the walls or anything.

As long as no one in the neighborhood cared or noticed them, though should be safe.

Derek hooks his hands under Stiles' thighs to lift him up. Not breaking the kiss, of course. Because why would they do something silly like that?

Breaking the kiss would be crazy! Stiles hooked his legs around Derek's hips, holding on tight.

They needed to have an intervention about their respective sex drives.

It had to slow down eventually, right? At least before kids started to factor into their lives, that is.

With Stiles' legs around his waist, Derek was free to do the classy thing and slide his hands down to grope Stiles' ass and help him grind against Derek's stomach.

When they had kids they just had to get more creative about where they had sex.

Stiles made a soft noise, jerking his hips up against Derek. He appreciate the help considering he couldn't move very much in this position.

Or traumatize those poor kids.

Derek broke the kiss in order the assault Stiles' throat with far too many gently nips. "Another good thing about a house is that you can be as loud as you want," he muttered. Which was probably a hint as he lifted and lowered Stiles enough to help with the grinding motion.

Stiles huffed, breath catching a little as he ground down at the right angle. "We never had a problem with that before. Hence us getting kicked out of hotels."

Derek grinned at that, hiding it against Stiles shoulder. He held Stiles up with one hand, using the other to dip into the back of Stiles' waistband. Wasn't Stiles so glad he was engaged to a werewolf?

Stiles only regretted not having super strength to pay the favor back to Derek. Though Stiles suspected that Derek liked abusing the super strength way more than he'd like to admit.

"Show off."

Shhh, no one must know of this.

"I could let you down," Derek replied, eyebrows shooting up like he was so innocent in this. It didn't help that he was working his fingers between Stiles' ass cheeks to tease him at that moment, though.

Stiles bit down on his lip, pressing his hips back against Derek's hand. "I don't think you want to do that."

"Not really," Derek admitted, tilting his head to watch Stiles' reactions as he carefully tried pressing a finger into him. He wouldn't get very far without lube, but that would mean letting go.

Stiles dug his fingers into Derek's shoulders, forcing himself to relax even though all he wanted to do was press back against Derek. He shut his eyes, getting used to it all and enjoying the feeling.

Derek paused for a moment, turning his head to kiss him for that. "Too much?" he asked, sounding a little shaky himself as he continued to pressed one finer into him until his as at the knuckle.

Stiles shook his head. "I'm good. Just--go slow."

Derek hummed, shifting his hold on Stiles just enough to accommodate what they were doing. "We're christening a house that isn't even ours."

Stiles chuckled. "A new low for us."

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