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]

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."

[justlurkinghere]

"Finally," Derek muttered. He liked foreplay, okay? Nothing wrong with that. He stayed still for the moment to let Stiles adjust. And not to come immediately.

Because the moon. Yes.

"You are so spoiled."

[robinonadderall]

The full moon. Sure.

"I really am," he agreed breathlessly. "Come on, fuck me."

[justlurkinghere]

It was the moon.

Derek glared at him for as long as he could manage before doing as instructed. He curled his hands around Stiles' hips to pull him into a position that probably didn't give Stiles any ability to control how fast things were going.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles made a weak noise of protest at being manhandled but really couldn't complain about the results. "Y-you should look happier."

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm happy,"Derek replied, closing his eyes and groaning as he moved. "I'm--I'm plenty happy."

[robinonadderall]

"You were glaring," he murmured, trying to move his hips. Trying being the keyword there.

[justlurkinghere]

Trying and failing.

Derek grinned at that because he was a cruel man. "You were teasing."

[robinonadderall]

"And--" Stiles let out a frustrated moan. "--what are you doing right now?"

[justlurkinghere]

"You could just say what you want." And he'd probably still be cruel.

[robinonadderall]

"I want you to fuck me," he whined. "Hard."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek tightened his grip enough where Stiles would have some interesting bruises next week. And it was a Christmas miracle that he did just as asked.

And seriously tested the structural stability of their new couch in the pricess.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles was a little too distracted to notice the creaks and squeaking coming from their couch. He was too busy grabbing at Derek's arms in order to just have something to touch. "Yes, just like that..."

[justlurkinghere]

That poor couch.

"N-next time," Derek muttered, leaning forward to mouth at Stiles' neck. "You're riding me."

He was clearly do upset about doing work here.

[robinonadderall]

"Next time I'll fuck you," he promised, panting heavily. "I'm close--"