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]

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."

[robinonadderall]

"Most people don't have our sex lives," he said, lifting up his hips as best as he could in this position.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek had to shrug in vague agreement with that. He tugged down on Stiles' pants enough to wrap his hand around his dick to slowly stroke. "Lucky us."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles bit down on his lip, jerking his hips up towards Derek's hand. "And it's not like we're purposely trying to break the couch."

Right?

[justlurkinghere]

Of course not! That would be silly.

"It's not rickety like your bed was," Derek replied, keeping the pace of his hand slow for now. He leaned down for another kiss.

[robinonadderall]

"My bed was old," he murmured. "I needed a new one anyway."

[justlurkinghere]

"Uh huh." It was clearly them being too energetic. "Know where the lube is?"

Hidden somewhere beneath them in the couch.

[robinonadderall]

"I think we're laying on it."

[justlurkinghere]

"Then we'll just have to keep going slow," Derek replied, getting right back to work on that hickey as he slowly moved his hand.

Because he was an awful tease.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles groaned. "You're terrible."

[justlurkinghere]

"Poor, poor Stiles," he muttered, mouthing at Stiles' collarbone and down.

[robinonadderall]

"You're mocking my suffering," he mumbled, putting an arm over his eyes.

[justlurkinghere]

"Yes I am," Derek replied proudly. He was scooting back to give himself space to continue mocking Stiles' suffering by mouthing at Stiles' hipbone.