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]

"I thought you liked my ass."

[justlurkinghere]

"I do like it," Derek assured him, reaching for the lube as he hooked one of Stiles' knees over his shoulder. "You're still being one."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles smiled, enjoying his current position a lot. "I can live with that."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek tugged his other leg up to join the other, pressing in close. "Somehow," he muttered, flipping open the lube and pouring it into his fingers.

To let warm up. Look at him being nice for the holiday!

[robinonadderall]

Stiles appreciated Derek's care! He reached up to grab the arm of the couch to keep his balance. "Probably should have done some yoga this morning or something."

[justlurkinghere]

"You do yoga?" Derek asked, carefully pressing one finger into him.

[robinonadderall]

"I needed a gym credit," he said, closing his eyes as he felt Derek's finger press into him.

[justlurkinghere]

"So, what you're telling me is that you're more flexible," he replied, being careful and slow for now as Stiles adjusted.

Really, guys?

[robinonadderall]

"Slightly more flexible," he murmured. "Not twisting into a pretzel flexible."

[justlurkinghere]

"Ruin my fun," Derek replied, tilting his head to kiss Stiles' thigh. Because he was a sappy, sappy man. "I'm trying to picture you doing yoga now."

[robinonadderall]

"I'll show you sometime," he promised. "Though I'm pretty sure you'll turn it into something dirty."

[justlurkinghere]

"Would not." He was, however, adding another finger because he was thinking dirty things. So.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles bit down on his lip, wriggling around a little in reaction to the added pressure. "Would too. One downward dog position and you'd be done for."

[justlurkinghere]

"One what." Really, he was asking for dirty thoughts.

[robinonadderall]

He chuckled. "Let's just say it involves me on all fours with my ass in the air."

[justlurkinghere]

"I am not complaining about that." He sounded like he was trying very hard not to laugh, though.

[robinonadderall]

"I didn't think you would be," he said, moving his hips impatiently. "Come on."

[justlurkinghere]

"Hold still," Derek replied, pressing into him in a way that probably didn't work as a punishment. At all.

[robinonadderall]

"Fuck," he murmured, arching his back. "Fuck, keep doing that."

[justlurkinghere]

"This?" He was nice and did as asked, running his other hand down Stiles' thigh to curl around his dick.

[robinonadderall]

"Yes." Stiles reached up to grab at whatever part of Derek he could. Which meant he wasn't doing much more than digging his nails into Derek's arm.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek growled just a little, adding abother finger. Patience was quickly running out.

Blame the moon.

[robinonadderall]

"I'm ready," he insisted, pressing back against Derek's fingers impatiently. "Come on."

[justlurkinghere]

Well if he thought so...

Derek pulled his fingers out, using any excess lube to slick himself impatiently before leaning forward to press into him.

[robinonadderall]

"Fuck," Stiles murmured, digging his fingers into the couch. "Finally."