Pretty Damn Christmas-y House, College Park, MD - Friday

[justlurkinghere]

Derek had woken up at his normal time despite the holiday, wandering down to the kitchen to make coffee for the day. Because coffee.

And the fact that gift giving had been banned for financial reasons. Which was just ridiculous.

So, instead, he was going to make bacon. A lot of bacon. Hopefully that would lure Stiles out of bed.

[[For the guy! and SP]]

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[justlurkinghere]

"Nope." They were going to nap so much.

[robinonadderall]

"Well if you're sure," he said. "Don't want you falling asleep on me midway through."

[justlurkinghere]

Well that got him a bite. "I have never."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles laughed, jerking at the bite. "I don't know, I think you dozed off once."

Lies.

[justlurkinghere]

"You're such a liar," Derek replied, biting him again. He moved his hands to Stiles' sides to cruel keep him in place.

So, so cruel.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles squirmed around in Derek's hold, not trying to escape though it was hard to keep still with the biting. "That's gonna leave a massive hickey."

[justlurkinghere]

"It'll heal before you go back to school." Well. "Or you could try scarves."

[robinonadderall]

"Or I could just show it for the world to see." He felt like Derek would like that better.

[justlurkinghere]

The happy little hum it got out of Derek probably was all the proof he needed. "I'd like that," he muttered, leaning up for a kiss.

[robinonadderall]

"Thought so," he murmured before kissing Derek back. Sorry about the making out, Bruce Willis.

[justlurkinghere]

They'd have to make up for it on New Years.

But for now, Derek was more focused on pulling Stiles' shirt up. Defiling the couch. A new Christmas tradition.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles did his best to help Derek out with the shirt removal thing though it wasn't going well. It didn't help he had a giant werewolf on top of him.

[justlurkinghere]

Hey. Derek was a dainty man. Super dainty.

One who was forced to pull away in order to get that shirt off. Not because he was giant. He straddled Stiles' hips to get a spot where he probably wouldn't fall off should Stiles flail.

[robinonadderall]

Let's be real, it'd be kind of funny if Derek fell over.

"Is this my Christmas gift?"

[justlurkinghere]

It would end with a broken coffee table. They just bought that table, Stiles!

"It could be. You have a request?"

[robinonadderall]

"I think you should make good on the full moon sex even if the moon isn't out yet."

[justlurkinghere]

"It'll be out soon enough." In the evening.

Derek sighed, sitting back to take his own shirt off. "You just like dangerous sex."

[robinonadderall]

"We don't have dangerous sex," he said, running his hands over Derek's abs. "We have the opposite of dangerous sex."

[justlurkinghere]

Okay, that was true.

"But not boring, right?"

[robinonadderall]

"Not boring," he confirmed. "Never boring."

[justlurkinghere]

"Good."

Derek leaned down to kiss him again, hands on Stiles' shoulders to keep him in place. And maybe he let his nails sharpen a little. It was the full moon.

Almost.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles let out a pleased hum, focusing on the little bit of pain from that. "We can't break this couch, right?"

[justlurkinghere]

He scratched down gently, careful not to actually break skin. "Well, the sales are great this time of year, I hear."

No, guys.

[robinonadderall]

"This couch isn't that great anyway."

[justlurkinghere]

You were an awful enabler, Stiles.

Derek snorted, moving down onto Stiles' thighs to start on his pants. "Most people don't look forward to breaking couches."