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“I wholeheartedly agree with you, let me ask one thing, why are you in my house?”
“I uh…I was having car trouble. My car broke down a little down the road…this is the first house I found…I knocked but it was unlocked. I don’t usually just walk into people’s houses but I was kind of getting the creeps standing out there…” He runs his hand through his hair, a nervous habit, as he looks up and meets the other man’s gaze. It’s true, something about this place gave him the creeps. So it’s only natural that his car would break down as he’s driving through this place.
Stiles gasps softly when Danny first pulls him out of his shirt and then pushes him back on the bed. Oh that was definitely better than anything Stiles had thought about when he brought that costume for Danny…
Lifting his hips to help the other one with the pants, he stated chewing on his lower lip, a wide smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. “I should always buy you some ridiculous costumes if that’s what it’ll lead to.” He was nodding his head quickly before he sat up a little and pulled Danny up to himself to kiss him passionately.
He honestly still couldn’t believe that this was real —That they were doing this or that a ‘they’ even existed for the two of them!
“Oh my god… —I love it when you turn into a hungry animal…. I’m definitely sick but…God yes.”
“God, I love your body…” He whispers, nuzzling Stiles’ cheek, trailing light kisses from his jaw down to his chest, nipping and sucking at the warm, soft skin. “You’re so sexy, Stiles. Gorgeous.” He murmurs against his stomach, hands roaming over any skin he can find before he presses his palm against Stiles’ crotch, stroking him through his boxers. “I want you, Stiles.” And he means it. He hasn’t said it before, not like this and well, he really can’t deny it anymore. Stiles made him feel good, for the first time in a long time. He wanted to repay the favor. To show him that he wasn’t just teasing him, that he actually meant it.
Stiles slide his hand over the other’s chest and bit down on his lower lip, feeling how the muscles stretched underneath his hand… He still had no idea how only touching the other one could turn him on that much; and then Danny kissed him teasingly and Stiles whined silently, leaning forward himself while helping him to get rid of the fabric on his shoulder. “I’m not even sorry for what I’m going to say now…” He hummed against the other’s lips, not leaving Danny the chance to pull away enough to break the kiss. “We finally need to get it done, Danny, or I swear I’m gonna die from blue-balls…”
Danny laughs, he swears he doesn’t mean to but he can’t help it. He’s laughing and pulling Stiles towards the bed. “Why do you think I want you to take this ridiculous costume off?” He pulls Stiles’ shirt up over his head, tossing it aside and then he places two hands on his chest and shoves him back onto the bed, wasting no time and crawling on top of him. Danny’s hands fly to the waistband of Stiles’ pants and with deft fingers he hastily gets the button open, tugging them down over Stiles’ hips none too gently.
