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The sun always hits their legs first, which happens because the south-east window faces their bed. Scott never seems to wake because of the sun. When Stiles starts to rouse out of his sleep, because his lower body gets too warm and when the sun hits his face, he gives up on trying to fall asleep again all together. The inconvenience didn’t actually happen that often, only when one of them was too lazy to close the drapes before going to bed. Or when they were otherwise occupied.
“Good morning,” is Scott's groggy reply to Stiles fidgeting.
“Oh sorry, dude, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” Stiles says as he rolls towards Scott and nuzzles Scott's chin.
The lazy smile that Scott returns, makes something warm settle in Stiles’ chest. Scott stretches and moves his hips in attempt to lose some tension from his muscles. Stiles curls right into Scott's chest. This makes Stiles’ erection hit Scott's hip, his eyes flutter close and he bites his bottom lip. Scott’s nostrils flare, the scent of Stiles’ arousal, awakening his own. Scott tilts his hips towards Stiles’. They both groan, their foreheads touching.
Stiles’ arms snake up around Scott's shoulders, pulling him even closer for a kiss. As Scott licks inside Stiles’ mouth, they both groan when their tongues meet. Scott grabs Stiles’ left hip nugging them closer. They moan as their erections bump against each others, just the soft fabric of their boxers in between them. “Ah,” Scott moans against Stiles lips. “Yeah” Stiles groans and he starts to nudge his boxers down just enough to free his erection and does the same for Scott's. The warmth of more skin contact and the soft drag of their dicks against each other, makes them whimper.
Scott reaches for the lube while Stiles positions them so that their dicks are lined up. Scott brings his hand between them, he grabs both their dicks and starts to spread the lube over them and starts to jerk them off. They’re rutting against each other. They enjoy it, when it’s just this, this need and want for each others touch.
Since the first awkward - no eye contact - handjob when they were sixteen, their knowledge of each others sensitive spots has improved greatly. Scott knows how the occasional massaging of Stiles’ balls, causes him to make the most guttural sounds of pleasure. Stiles knows than focusing his movements on the head of Scott's dick makes him come fast and hard. It doesn't take long before they feel a pull, very low. Scott has a hand over the heads of both their dicks, his other arm slung over Stiles’ hip, his hand sliding over it to grip Stiles’ ass, tugging the cheeks a bit out of the way to press a finger against his hole. Stiles gasps at it, and comes. He’s closely followed by Scott who shudders against him, and moans into his skin.
Scott smears their mixed cum on his and Stiles’ stomach. “Ugh,” Stiles mumbles into Scott's shoulder, “This scent-marking you do, should not be that hot”. He feels his dick give a valiant attempt to get hard again. Scott flashes a pleased smile and nuzzles Stiles’ temple.
There is a mess between them, they’re all sticky and wet with come and sweat. Neither are willing to part even if it would have helped them catch their breath and clean up.
After a while they roll away from one another, Scott was the first one to roll out of the bed. He stretched and scratched his side, giving Stiles ample time to ogle his butt.
“I’m going to take a shower and make us breakfast, will you stuff the sheets in the washer and put new ones on the bed?” Scott asks as he turns to face Stiles.
Stiles sits up, rubs a hand over his face and groans, “Okay, you’re so lucky I love your sweet ass.”.
Scott preens. “Oh, don’t look so full of yourself, you just move your butt to the shower” Stiles teases as Scott saunters towards the en-suite. Stiles lays back down on the bed and hides his blushing face.
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