Alec&Deryk

"Getting cocky, are we?" He finally managed the clasp on the belt and slid it out from around him. "Lets hope no one comes up here and finds you in such a compromising position with your boss, shall we?" He dove forwards, claiming his mouth again and untucking his shirt, letting a hand wander up it, tracing erratic patterns onto the heated skin.

A low, rumbling sound that could be felt vibrating in his chest was his response, taking a moment to lift himself from the Brit and take care of his own belt. Lowering himself back down onto the man, enjoying the press of skin on skin, mouth on mouth, hips on hips, temperature ever rising.

"Is that a 'stop'?" He purred into the brunette's neck, trailing down, peppering little red marks along his chest.

He made an appreciative sound, looking down at the Brit below him. "You have 30 seconds to tell me what you want me to do to you before I take the initiative myself, and you are left without use of your legs for the better part of a week."

        Dangerous post ok? Ok, no likey, no readie. <333 (This is hella long bc I felt like it????)

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        "Keep this up and I won't bother moving, I'll just have you right here on the couch, where anyone could walk upstairs and see." Deryk's eyes widened at that, and, though no protest left his lips, he looked unsure. After leaning forward to nip at the Brit's ear, Alec lifted him from the couch, Deryk's legs hooked around his waist, position prompting him to wrap his arms around the blonde's neck. He moved quickly down the hall, turning down into the same room they'd been in the last time, Alec kicked the door closed and the rest of his patience seemed to evaporate. He whirled around, pressing the Brunette into the door, holding him flat against the surface with his hips, hand moving to flip the lock, keeping anyone from interrupting them with a soft click.
       
        "Damn, we're turning that one week into two, just because of how perfect you look right now." Pressing kiss-swollen lips to the like, trusting Deryk's arms, still fixed around his neck, to keep the Brit from falling while one hand dipped low to fumble with a rather stubborn button holding his pants tight around his waist. Alec's own had started to feel rather uncomfortably tight quite some time ago, and the moment he had undone the button on Deryk's, he started on his own, kicking two pairs of pants  into a corner of the room.

         Not ten minutes and a final layer of clothes later, Deryk was being pressed into the mattress, a hard kiss pressed to his mouth before he was flipped over onto his stomach, the weight above him leaving for a moment before returning, a slickened hand running along the valley between his ass cheeks, teasing the entrance, pushing lightly against it, allowing one finger into the Brit, feeling him stiffen at the intrusion.

         "Relax, it'll just get worse if you tense up," he crooned, leaning forward to touch his lips to Deryk's pale back. 
         
         "Easier said than done." The Brit responded, breathing hard, "For such a straight guy you seem oddly experienced at this." 
         
          The comment won him a dark chuckle from the German, who proceeded to press the first finger in deeper without warning, slowing at Deryk's sharp breath, shooting a look at the Brunette, eyebrows raised in a silent question, giving him one last chance to back out. Deryk shook his head, and Alec pressed on further, giving the other a few moments to adjust before beginning to pull it out slightly, pushing back in, repeating the motion until the Brit's breathing evened. He pulled the finger out in entirety, adding additional drops of the slick liquid onto two fingers this time, rather than just the one. Repeating until the other relaxed, then proceeding to slowly separate his fingers, stretching out the entrance further. Deryk's small squeal at the change, wiggling. 
         
         "God- Alec," a particularly wide stretch cut him off, leaving his mouth gaping as a finger brushed a particularly sensitive spot. A third finger was added, leaving Alec wondering how much longer he could keep this up before snapping and entering without further preparation, and when his fingers brushed that spot again, and a breathy gasp left Deryk's mouth, he knew he was screwed. Removing the three fingers and using the remaining liquid, Alec rolled the Brit onto his back, watching his face intently as he slid inside, hearing Deryk let out a low whining sound as he adjusted to fit something much bigger than three fingers. Alec entertained himself watching the changing expressions on the other's face, once green eyes opened below him, giving a shallow nod. 
         
           He started as a gentle pace, making sure Deryk was fully adjusted before a sassy remark from the Brit, something along the lines of, "What, do you think you're gonna break me now? If I was going to, it probably would have been when you shoved a trolley up my ass; move." Prompted him to start slamming in much faster, dragging a sound of shock from the Brit, he adjusted a bit each time, trying to find- A strangled moan from below him alerted the German that he'd found what he was looking for, and picked up the pace, enjoying the view as the Brit came undone below him. "Oh- god, Alec, fuck", Other profanities and unintelligible words  intermingled with his name as they spilled from Deryk's mouth, his grip on the sheets below tightening with every motion. Before long, the brunette went rigid, a string of curses falling from his usually innocent mouth, muscles tightening as he hit an end, leaving Alec to make a pleased sound as he felt the other tightening around him. In response, he moved faster than he had before, harsh, deep strokes, pulling his legs up and over his shoulders, using the position to his advantage, hitting the same sensitive spot with near violent force, eyes still not leaving the breathless brunette's face, slamming in to the hilt before reaching his own end, pressing his mouth passionately to the Brit's, "Mine," he purred, pressing his face into his neck and kissing it lightly, "All mine."
           
          Later, after having cleaned up, holding the smaller man above him on his chest, blankets draped over their still-not-decently-covered-or-covered-at-all bodies, Alec smirked at the exhausted Brit, "So, how does walking seem like it's gonna be?"

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Summary : They put the lime in the coconut and shake it all up. Then Alec is a little shit because that's who he is.

As I was writing this, Emily was watching an episode of Castle where a stripper named Derek gets killed, coincidence?
(I think not.)

Someone's gonna get punched.

"I have no complaints." He threaded his fingers into the brunette's hair, self-satisfied smirk in place. "The other option is to just not leave the bed for awhile."

A silent smile slid onto the blonde's face as he watched the Brit on top of him, breathing soft breaths onto his chest. He lay there for awhile, hand softly playing with his hair for awhile, not sure exactly when he fell asleep.