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Self-Indulgent Intergalactic Sexytimes (Stydish)

"Just look at her. Being a cute little scientist." Stiles says, watching Lydia record data in her journal as she gracefully hovers in the low gravity of the chamber. Stiles rests his head on his hand while Parrish snorts into his coffee, ignoring him for the most part like always, and Stiles grins while he pats his thigh. "You're still my number one." Stiles says, and Jordan rolls his eyes.

"And Lydia is my number one, so where does that leave? Eye fucking my wife in space." Parrish says, and Stiles touches his chest as if offended. He would be, if this was day one instead of day four hundred thirty-three, and he flips forward to cage Parrish against the wall as he punches in the code to reactivate the gravity. Lydia lands on feet without a stumble, and Parrish catches Stiles when they both land. Stiles grins at him while he kisses him, Parrish rolls his eyes, but he kisses him back as Lydia checks a few more things.

"Lydia, why don't you walk around like Ripley from Alien? In tiny panties and a thin white shirt? You know? For science?" Stiles says, roaming his hands over Parrish's chest. Lydia gives him a bored look with her lips pressed together. She's wearing the basic uniform that matches Parrish's and Stiles', and Stiles grins. "Or just show me your boobs? A boob. The left one. That's my favorite." Stiles says, and Parrish slaps his ass.

"Go get started on breakfast." Lydia says, and Stiles pouts as he slowly walks around the room. Lydia rolls her eyes like she's in pain, since she's dealing with Stiles it could be, and she tugs her suit down to reveal a nipple to him. Stiles cheers as he goes to the common quarters. It's just the three of them in this side of the ship, their own little world, and Stiles makes them a nice breakfast before he goes to find them.

Stiles finds the pair in their joint room, rolling around in their bed, and Stiles shuts the door after letting himself in. Lydia rolls Parrish over, sitting on his cock as she rolls her hips forward with a musical moan, and Parrish rests his hands on her hips. "Fuck, I love you." Parrish sighs, his head turning and his eyes meet Stiles. Stiles stares at him while Lydia rolls her hips in his lap, and he waves Stiles to the bed. Stiles doesn't have to be told twice, kicking off his shoes and taking off his suit, and he jumps on the bed. Lydia sighs at him, he probably threw off her pace, and Stiles dips his hand down to play with her clit. He rubs it slowly while he leans down to kiss Parrish, licking into his mouth, and he smiles.

Stiles leans over to find what he's looking for, the bottle of lube that almost empty, and he pours it on his fingers while he moves behind Lydia. She slows her pace, knowing where this is going and she wants to wait to finish, and Stiles pushes two fingers into Parrish, easily since they fucked yesterday, and Parrish groans out. Stiles doesn't know if it's him or because Lydia is pulling his hair. Stiles grabs Lydia's hips as he pushes into Jordan, groaning at the hot heat swallows him, and he grins as Lydia switches positions. She turns around to face him, pulling him into a deep kiss, and Stiles groans as he fucks into her husband. Stiles reaches his hand forward, grabbing Parrish's so he's not forgotten, and he pulls Lydia closer. Parrish reaches forward, his fingers rubbing at Lydia's clit with practiced ease, and she gets louder until she comes.

Lydia moves to the side, panting as she curls against Parrish, and Stiles grabs Parrish's hand to suck Lydia's come off his fingers. Parrish curses as Lydia strokes his cock until he's coming over his chest in hot spurts. Stiles only manages a few sloppier thrusts until he's coming to Parrish, getting a wet sounding moan from the other man, and he lays against his chest. Together, he and Lydia lick Parrish's chest and stomach clean.

Collapsing against the bed, Stiles shuts his eyes listening to the spouses talk softly to each other.

*The closest I'll get to Stydia*