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“Do you wanna, uh, come up for a coffee?” Stiles asked, his fingers tangled into the hair at the nape for Derek’s neck.
“Huh?” Derek asked, sliding his lips down Stiles’ neck, licking and sucking at the delicate skin. His right hand was slowly unbuttoning Stiles’ jeans. He had him pressed firmly against the door to his dorm building. Stiles was more than glad at the moment that he had chosen to stay at the dorms and not at his dad’s place. There were some things he did not need to be caught at by his dad and that included indecent exposure.
“Coffee?” he pressed out between a gasp and a moan, as Derek’s clever fingers finally worked the last button free and slipped straight into his boxers. He really, really needed to get them inside the building, preferably inside his room, with the door locked behind them. He was willing to forgo them making it to the bed.
“In the morning?” Derek said. But he stopped attacking Stiles’ neck and with obvious reluctance removed his hand from his pants, steering them into the building and up the stairs.
It took Stiles three tries to get the door to his room unlocked, in his defense Derek was pressed against his back, his hard dick grinding against his ass and his hand was wrapped tightly around Stiles’ cock. He came over Derek’s fingers before he managed to get the door closed behind them. But they did eventually make it to the bed. And Stiles made Derek coffee in the morning.