Idk what this is. I haven't written fanfiction in years and I def haven't written any mature snz content. I didn't have anywhere else to post this idea. Its soft. Its domestic. Its horny. Enjoy~
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Derek was staring blankly at the movie that was playing on the TV when a sudden noise from down the hall startled him. He settled back into his slouch on the sofa once he realized it was just the front door unlocking and opening.
"Jesus christ, its cold as shit out there!" Derek chuckled softly at his husband's exasperation, not that it was unwarranted. This will be day 2 of the winter storm that's currently passing through their city; its a miracle they still have power. Derek could hear the sound of stomping- no doubt Stiles getting the last bit of snow off his boots. He lazily leaned his head back to see the other man make his way towards the living room.
"Ah, the ancient one is awake this time." Stiles grinned at Derek's eye roll as he continued around the couch to the end of the coffee table to set down the plastic pharmacy bag. Before he started unloading, he stepped closer to his husband to reach out and feel Derek's forehead. Normally, Derek would've swatted the icy hand away, but the temperature felt amazing against his heated skin. He sighed and leaned into the cold palm, sniffling.
"Still kinda cooking there. How are you feeling?"
"A little better. Instead of a train hitting me, its more like a bus." Derek sat up a bit further so he could fully lean into Stiles' stomach. The change in position caused the sludge in his head to shift and he quickly jerked his head away into his elbow.
"Hh...hh-! Ht-SHEHH! HD'DSHOO!" Derek groaned, sniffling as he massaged the bridge of his nose. God, this cold has been kicking his ass for days now. Derek froze, feeling another itch flare up in his sinuses. "HAESHOO!!" The force of the sneeze caused his body to nearly fold in half.
"Bless you! Poor guy. Here, I got you some more tissues," Stiles thumbed a tear away from Derek's ruddy cheek before rustling through the bag on the coffee table. He set out 2 boxes of tissues before ripping open the 3rd and handing it out to his husband. Derek gratefully plucked a few and blew his nose loudly. It didn't help the headache, but it was still much needed.
"I also got some more vaporub and a few snacks. We can dive into the latter in a bit, I want to get more of this stuff on so you can breathe a bit easier." Stiles set the little jar down on the side table next to the couch and walked over to the hall closet to remove his coat and boots. The pharmacy was only a block away from their apartment so he didn't bother changing out of his loungewear before he left. Derek was still pawing at his nose when he returned to the couch; the skin around it red and irritated.
"Actually. While I was in line, I saw this video about a sinus massage that's supposed to loosen congestion. You wanna try? Might help the headache." Stiles suggested. Derek sniffled thickly before coughing into the clump of damp tissues. He hesitated. Stiles grabbed the vaporub before turning to sit and straddle his husband's lap. Derek immediately rested his hands on Stiles' waist.
"Come ooon. If its too uncomfortable, I'll stop. It might make you feel better?" Stiles prodded playfully. Derek rolled his eyes again.
"You just want an excuse to try a tiktok on me." He grumbled, though he wasn't serious. Stiles knew how to work with his hands and a massage did sound pretty nice. Stiles grinned and pecked a kiss on Derek's chapped nose. He unscrewed the jar to grab a small amount of the fragrant goop to work between his fingers. No need to overwhelm the both of them with the smell of menthol in such a small space between them.
Vaguely remembering how the girl in the video worked her own fingers, Stiles followed the same pattern by pressing his thumbs lightly over Derek's browline. He was soft at first but gradually increased the pressure when Derek didn't show any signs of discomfort. Stiles repeated the motion of sweeping his thumbs from the center of Derek's face to his temples, making sure to aim for the sinus areas.
"Apparently, this can help with drainage and ease pressure that can cause pain in your face." Stiles mumbled, mostly to himself. Derek was in complete bliss and wasn't really paying attention. Well, some parts might have been.
As Stiles began to work on Derek's cheekbones, he felt something press against his rear. Amused, he slightly shifted for confirmation. Sure enough, a soft moan came from Derek as the mound beneath him twitched again.
"Well, looks like someone is into this." Stiles teased gently. Derek hummed again, lifting his hips ever so slightly.
"Feels nice..." he said, aiming a quick cough into his shoulder. Derek blinked his eyes open when he felt Stiles remove his hands from his face and made a sad noise, causing Stiles to chuckle.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to stop you." Derek said, a little sheepish at the erection tenting his sweatpants.
"Don't be. You've been sick for days. You deserve a little pampering." Stiles said, anchoring his hands on Derek's shoulders for a better position. "You can keep going if you want. Take what you need." Stiles leaned in and pressed a kiss to Derek's cheek before whispering into his ear.
"Go ahead."
Derek shudderd before pressing his hands firmer into Stiles hips, letting his own rock up. They got a slow and steady rhythm going, Derek rubbing his cock against the pertness of his husband's ass. Stiles didn't make a move to his own cock, this wasn't for him. He watched Derek's face, studying the way he furrowed his brows in pleasure. Derek's face was flushed beyond his fever, the pink tint reaching down his neck and and chest. Fresh sweat beaded under his messy bangs and quiet moans spilled from his damp lips.
It was incredibly erotic, especially for someone who's been sick for days. There was a sweetness to this moment. It was vulnerable.
Intimate.
"'m not gonna last long." Derek panted before biting his bottom lip. Stiles understood. He didn't respond, just hummed and leaned back in to nibble on Derek's ear. Derek shivered, his thrusts getting harder and harder until he stilled, groaning long and low through his orgasm.
They stayed in that position, Derek's hips twitching every so often as Stiles peppered light kisses across Derek's sweaty face. After a few minutes, Derek leaned back, the flush still high in his cheeks. Stiles laughed at how quickly his husband melted into the couch cushions, a sloppy grin on his face.
"Feeling better?" Stiles asked, playing with some of the damp strands of Derek's hair. He was so in love with this man.
"Mm. Very much. At least for now." Derek responded, rubbing at his eyes. He was exhausted, for more reasons than one now.
"Why don't you take a quick shower? I'll make you some tea and put another movie on." Stiles asked, before standing up. When there was no answer, he looked up only to find Derek's head slumped on his shoulder, snores already starting to rumble in his chest. Stiles huffed and shook his head fondly.
'Guess I kinda had that coming.'
