@pale-silver-comb #EEYORE990 #LADYDRACE #I THINK YOU BOTH MIGHT APPRECIATE THIS
Yes, thank you, I super appreciate this. <3
But I’m thinking how does he get to a point where where orgasms happen just like that? It seems like it would be inconvenient, so what I’m thinking is that it probably only happens if the right ground word has been laid. Like, Derek will plan in advance. Start early in the day, just brushing up against Stiles in all those small ways that he knows winds him up. Lean over him to reach something, and rest a soft palm on the back of his neck, stroking a gentle thumb there as he pulls away again. Ease past in a doorway, just brushing their bodies together in a way that would be innocent if where wasn’t plenty of room on both sides of them, so they didn’t HAVE to scoot by each other like that.
And Stiles knows what’s up, knows all of Derek’s tricks, but he’s also weak, okay? Weak. And unless there’s something really serious happening, he’ll fucking treasure it. He’ll feel that buzz under his skin all day, of slow arousal being built over hours and hours of tiny touches and heated looks. He’ll sway towards Derek every chance he gets, arch into every touch, and Derek will keep way clear of his nipples, because those are for last, and they both know it. Hell, Derek might even cup Stiles through his jeans for a good, solid grope when no one’s watching, but the nipples will have to go without.
And as if they know their turn is coming they’ll peak and pebble, making every kind of fabric known to man feel like sandpaper, so tender and flushed that Stiles hunches over even more than usual, hissing slightly if his shirt snags and pulls across his chest.
And Derek will wait. Wait until Stiles is buzzing with it, jittery and flushed, and then, the first moment no one’s watching, he’ll pounce.
And it’s beautiful, how Stiles writhes and jerks, desperately forcing down his moans so no one will hear, as Derek pinches those stiff nubs through his shirt, rolling them and flicking them, and it’s a matter of seconds until Stiles is at his limit, shuddering his way through a silent and painfully strained orgasm, collapsing in a heap after.
And yeah, he might have kept quiet, but literally no one is fooled, he looks so well fucked it’s ridiculous.
But, as it turns out, two can play that game, and Stiles knows that nothing gets Derek going more than seeing him like this, all pliant and loose, flushed and sleepy. He’ll drape himself all over Derek any chance he gets, maybe sort of accidentally sit on his hard dick and grind around a little to get comfortable, lean on him like a piece of furniture or just make a damn spectacle of himself and his awareness of how damn desirable he is.
They never even make it home before Derek has to shove him up against a wall somewhere, and rut against him frantically until they both need a change of clothes.
@eeyore9990, @crossroadswrite, @lena221b, anyone else wanna get in on this?