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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[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.

[robinonadderall]

"Better make it up to me," he said lightly. "For Christmas."

[justlurkinghere]

"I can go get a bow if you need," Derek muttered, turning his face to lick up along what he hand wasn't covering of Stiles' dick.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles felt a chill run down his spine, hips jerking up to get more of Derek's mouth. "Should be wearing a Santa hat."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek hummed in response, letting Stiles do what he wanted. His hand was curled around the base of Stiles' dick to keep from choking, of course.

[robinonadderall]

"That's really g-good," Stiles murmured, grabbing the edge of the couch for something to hold onto.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek hummed again, bobbing his head in a random rhythm to keep Stiles from being able to relax.

Because nothing said merry Christmas like messing with your fiancé.

[robinonadderall]

"I--" Stupid words. "Fuck. I know what you're doing."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek pulled back after another Bob of his head. "What am I doing?"

[robinonadderall]

"You're fucking with me."