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"Derek…"

Derek could feel Stiles wriggling around next to him and he knew he wouldn't be able to convince the younger man to go back to sleep this time. He cracked an eye open and confirmed that it was at least actually light now. Then he groaned and turned away from Stiles supressing his smile.

"Oh, no, you don't," Stiles said, rolling with him and wrapping himself around Derek to press his fingers into the soft flesh under his ribs. "I know that trick."

"Wha?" Derek grumbled.

"The play-dead so that Stiles will snuggle with me and wake me up ploy."

"I don't know that one. Perhaps you should show me."

Stiles laughed and threw back to the covers to bounce out of bed. Derek swore when the cold air hit him.

"Stiles!"

"That'll teach you," Stiles said, rushing to the windows and throwing the heavy curtains aside and then opening the window wide.

"What are you doing?"

"You said you wouldn't have sex outside."

"It's snowing."

"Which is the exact reason that we should be having sex outside…in the snow."

"Stiles, snow is cold, sex in the snow is a terrible idea. It's not happening."

"I know," Stiles said, turning back to the bed and pushing his sleeping pants from his hips and smirking at Derek. "Now are you coming over here or am I just taking care of this myself?"

Derek licked his bottom lip as he threw off the covers. He hissed at the cold air – he was more hot-blooded than a normal human and having Stiles in bed made sure they were never cold.

"Come on," Stiles said, turning around and wiggling his backside at Derek. "Stop dawdling."

Derek took a moment to wonder how exactly he'd ended up here before he grabbed a condom and the lube.

Stiles put his hands on the window sill and leaned out, arching his neck and sticking his tongue out trying to catch snowflakes. Derek froze, watching him, the long stretch of his legs and the graceful curve of his back – both of which were directing Derek's eyes to the full globes of Stiles' arse. He grinned and strode over to Stiles pressing himself into Stiles' back. Moving his hips until he was nestled between Stiles' cheeks.

Stiles stood up and twisted to run his fingers through Derek's hair. He pulled the older man into a kiss grinning. "More interested now?"

Derek laughed. "I'm a simple man."

Stiles laughed.

"Are you a simple man who's going to fuck me in the snow?"

"I will fuck you while you hang your head out the window and try to eat snow but I'm not going to agree to going down there."

"I swear…fuck," Stiles stuttered to a stop when Derek cupped his cock. The werewolf's hands startlingly hot after the cold breeze that was coming in through the window.

"You swear what?"

"I will get you out there one day."

"Nope."

Derek pulled away from Stiles, dropping kisses on the path of moles down the other man's back and falling to his knees behind Stiles.

"Merry Christmas to me," Stiles sang out as Derek cupped the younger man's arse cheeks and spread them. Derek smiled at Stiles' never-ending irreverence while he licked the human from bollocks to hole and began lapping until Stiles relaxed in front of him.

Stiles groaned out and reached behind him to try and grab at Derek when the werewolf pulled away but he pushed Stiles further over, forcing his head farther out the window while he slicked up his finger and slid it swiftly into Stiles' body.

"Fuck…" Stiles groaned out and threw his head back.

Derek stood and watched snowflakes catch on Stiles' eyelashes, melt on his nose, and collect in his hair as he stretched the other man open thoroughly. He kept going long after Stiles' knuckles had turned white on the window frame and after Stiles had begged him to hurry up – cheeks red from the cold. Derek pressed a fourth finger into Stiles and the younger man threw himself forward dislodging Derek's fingers entirely.

"That's it," Stiles said, turning around. "You are going to fuck me right now."

Derek laughed.

"No, you've been teasing me and I'm done."

Derek smirked.

"Ugh," Stiles threw his hands up in the air and dropped his hand down to wrap around his hard cock. He collected the pre-come in his palm and curled it around his length and started pumping. "This is what you get."

Derek grabbed onto Stiles' wrist and stopped the movement.

"Either you fuck me or I finish myself off. Maybe I'll even go outside to do it."

Derek laughed again and yanked Stiles into his arms. "I love you."

Stiles beamed at him. "I love you too."

"Now turn around."

"We could still go downstairs."

Derek shook his head.

"The porch?"

Derek thought about it for a moment but he knew if he gave in on the porch they would end up outside in the snow and Derek did not want to risk Stiles getting frostbite for an orgasm.

"The window."

"Will you at least have sex with me outside in the spring?"

"Yes."

Stiles let out a whoop and turned around, bracing himself on the window sill and wiggling his arse at Derek.

"When did you become so interested in sex outdoors?" Derek asked, sliding the condom on and slicking his cock up. "Or is it exhibitionism?"

Derek pressed into Stiles, bottoming out and then holding himself still.

"I had so many sex dreams that involved the woods…and you, when I was younger."

"Yeah?"

"I have a list."

"Of things you want to do outside?"

"No," Stiles clenched down on Derek, forcing the werewolf's hips to jerk forward. "Things I want to do to you, and things I want you to do to me. I suppose," Stiles rolled his hips, "just all of the things we can do together now that I'm not hours away at university."

"You should show me that list," Derek said, reaching around Stiles to wrap his hand around the other man's cock while he started moving within him with real purpose.

"Whhh-oh God-why when you won't, just there…no a little," Stiles cantered his hips to the left until Derek hit the perfect spot inside of him. Stiles threw his head back and screamed out his orgasm startling animals in the woods around Derek's house. The werewolf could hear all of them while Stiles tightened around him and his vision went white with his own orgasm.

Derek reached out and held onto the window sill to keep from crushing Stiles while they both caught their breaths.

"Would have been even better in the snow," Stiles said dropping down to the window sill and catching more snow on his tongue.

Derek groaned and pulled from Stiles' body carefully. He turned and walked away from Stiles and into the bathroom. He disposed of the condom and washed his hand and listened to Stiles walking into the bathroom behind him. The other man smacked him on the arse and then stepped into the shower.

"Are you cold?" Derek asked when Stiles shivered while he waited for the water to heat up.

"Worth it."

"And that wasn't even in the snow."

"Would be worth it."

Derek rolled his eyes and climbed into the shower with Stiles.

"Shower and then breakfast," Stiles asked, soaping Derek up, "or shower and nap?"

"What time is it?"

"Early."

"Then we'll nap."

Stiles yawned and nodded, kissing Derek.

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