bakerstreet | you are the reason i stay alive

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you are the reason i stay alive

TIED TOGETHER
i want to fuck you like an animal
Maybe...

You saw them from across the room

You've known them for years

But now you can't wait to claim them, all of them, as yours in the most animalistic way possible.

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Knotting is a popular sub-genre of fiction that has become popular recently. The genre gives canine-type characteristics to male characters wherein the penile shaft enlarges as he approaches his orgasm to tie both him and his partner together for up to twenty minutes. The knot provides both a way to claim, and in case of a situation where pregnancy is a possibility, prevents sperm from leaking out.

While this can include Alpha/Beta/Omega play, heats, and similar genres, this isn't entirely required for this meme. For those interested in even edgier play, including full-out bestiality, there are options.

Please remember that this meme deals with topics not everyone may be comfortable with. Respect each other, don't cause wank, and don't forget to please exactly what you're comfortable playing!

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- Post your character, along with any preferences.
- Either let others roll for an option or set up your own scene in the top comment.
- Be respectful, don't force kinks someone might not be interested in.

you can have my everything
betrothed | your families decided long ago that you would mate when the time came.
claimed | you claimed your mate before someone else could. you did them a favor really.
destined | you love each other deeply and you have both known, deep down, that this would happen.
heat | neither of you planned on this, but the heat caught you off guard.
pregnant | your mate is already with your child, but that isn't stopping you from claiming them over and over again. you could also be trying for a child.
wildcard | do you have something else you want to play out? make up your own scenario!

my whole existence is flawed
actual animal - your partner is a werewolf, always a little bit fuzzy, or an actual animal you want to use for your pleasure (or maybe you're being coerced?).
stolen - you know they're mated to someone else, but you don't care. they will be yours, even if you have to kill their current mate or use other means.given | your mate was given to you or bought in exchange for some skill or good you possessed. maybe you did it to rescue them, maybe your desires are more twisted than that.
breeding | you need to carry on your bloodline and they're just for breeding, nothing more.
groomed - you have raised this person to be your absolute, perfect mate. you have given them no other options but to succumb to you in the end.
wildcard | do you have something else you want to play out? make up your own scenario!

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[Scott is thinking that Derek had to have done this before. There was just no way that he was able to be this good on his first time... Not that Scott was complaining, and he definitely not going to ask Derek about that now. Maybe later... much later. Like when he's confident that asking stupid questions won't ruin the moment.

Because, yes, he's feeling pretty spent now, but Derek hadn't found any relief yet, and he wanted to take care of that still... And he wanted to make sure that happened. Thinking about it kept him excited.

You know... Once he wasn't feeling so breathless and just drunk on pleasure and Derek's scent mixed with his.]

I-- Maybe? I think I might have died and this is heaven or something. Derek Hale just gave me a blowjob and swallowed every last drop. [He moans wantonly into the rough kiss. Tasting himself on Derek's tongue was just... Yeah, he could get used to this.] Unreal.

Come on Derek. It's your turn now.

[Probably for the best. He'd dodge the subject any which way he can if Scott were to ask now.

The alpha chuckles once at the other's uncertainty about still being on the same plane of existence anymore. He draws his finger in a few random circles upon Scott's chest, only they weren't just random circles. They were spirals; one at the top center of Scott's chest and two others lower on either side of his pecs. The triskelion that he wore so proudly on his own back.]

Hmm... [He says thoughtfully, studying him with an almost drunken gaze, letting his eyes drink in their fill of Scott like this - he could definitely get used to the kid's post sex glow.] Is it my turn? What if I was only doing this because I wanted to and not expecting you to do the same?

[The last bit of words murmured into the flesh of Scott's throat. Derek tender at first, climbing more fully onto him and letting his still clothed arousal bump against Scott's cock. He dragged his tongue up the line of his neck, fireworks bursting behind his eyelids at the mixture of sweat and rain that dampened his skin from earlier, right up to his ear where he bit roughly at the earlobe.]

[Scott can't help himself as he leans back against the bed, so spent and so good and blissed out on everything that Derek is doing for him that he can't even process what Derek is saying... Or at least that's how he's thinking it must be, because it just seemed so unlike Derek that Scott has to wonder if he even heard it right at all.

Derek wanted to do this just for him? Scott swallows hard at that. He keeps his eyes on Derek still, not looking anywhere but at his alpha's beautiful crimson eyes. It wasn't just because he didn't know if the alpha's command was over, but also just because he didn't want to look anywhere else.]

But I want to do the same for you. [Even if he sounds a bit insistent, and his hands are tugging at Derek, trying to pull him closer as he lifts his hips to grind against the bulge in his alpha's pants.] I need to do something for you.

[He tilts his head back, trying to keep his eyes on his mate while still offering himself freely, submitting to Derek on instinct.]

I'm good now. [He groans.] So you should take what you want.

[Oh, he heard correct alright. Derek sucks at the bobbing Adam's apple when Scott swallows. Right now, all he wanted to do was make Scott feel that he cared. Their first session hadn't conveyed nearly as much as he wanted, so he'd try for the second as much as he possibly could, but the young werewolf made that hard the way he tempted him.

Derek presses back against the grinding hips, biting at Scott's lip.] You shouldn't say things you don't mean, Scott. [But as Derek looks at him, really looks at him, he can see that Scott had meant it. He pushes away with a sigh, eyes smiling without the corners of his mouth moving a fraction, to drop trou. His cock springs forward, curving up toward his belly in all its angry glory.]

C'mere... [He climbs back onto the bed and over Scott, reaching down to wind his fingers in the hair at the back of his head to lift his face to his waiting piece of steel in his hand.] Since you're so eager to provide equal pleasure... [Derek guided the head of his arousal along the line of Scott's mouth, his own parted slightly at the touch.]

Lick. [The alpha instructs - it's not a command. Take what you want. Scott had no idea what he's gotten himself into...Derek has wanted to do this for such a long time.]

[After everything that happened tonight, Scott had realized how much Derek cared about him. It put everything else from their past into perspective too, how Derek found him and watched over him, how he protected him, and even saved his life even though Scott had refused to be a part of his pack. Scott knew Derek cared about him. He didn't need to be reminded.

Besides, Scott needed Derek to know that the feelings were mutual and that he was loved so much by his beta. The attraction had always been there. Derek needed to know it more than Scott did anyway. He knew enough about Derek's history to know that it was filled with betrayal and pain. Scott wanted to assure Derek that he wouldn't be like the others.]

I definitely mean it. [He whispers as he watches Derek strip. It didn't matter if Derek knew that already or not. It needed to be said.

And now Scott's facing the large cock that had split him open a little while ago. It's the first time he's really been able to see it, and Scott just groans because, dammit, it even looked thicker than it felt before, and Scott couldn't say he wasn't a bit nervous.

This was his first time trying this, after all. He wanted it to be good, so he's moving his hands to the back of Derek's thighs, holding him as he nuzzles against the other's wolf's manhood, reveling in the scent that was his now. He then slowly drags his tongue along the underside of his mate's cock, trying to mimic the motions he thought Derek made, then lets the head slip between his lips, sucking on it tentatively as he glances up at Derek for approval.]

[That very betrayal was the reason he'd hold onto what they now have like a lifeline, knowing Scott would never turn out to be like Kate. It's not often he's able to catch a break, a real glimpse of happiness and keep it. He also knows that if this was to go up in shambles that he would be the one to blame for it, and so he plans to try his damnedest to do right by the young werewolf betrothed to him.

He runs his fingers through Scott's hair affectionately as he nuzzles against him and his organ, his other hand resting and giving a gentle squeeze to his shoulder. Yeah, he definitely wants to keep this for as long as he can.]

Careful. Take your time. [Giving Scott a nod when he seeks that approval and pets his head, voice a bit husky from the traveling tongue. He wets his lips at the sight of seeing Scott's lips stretch around the head, almost certain he would reconsider wanting to do this when he saw the daunting size of Derek's iron rod, especially seeing as it was his first time. He's not even going to try and process if that made him brave or curiously stupid.]

Your doing good, Scott. [He praises the other's efforts and attentions, proving him with another loving pass over his head whilst the hand at Scott's shoulder squeezed a little harder.]

[Derek has Scott now... Forever. He knows how the alpha is sometimes, that sometimes trying to deal with him is an exercise in frustration, but that doesn't matter anymore because he knows how Derek can be. Scott knows that he'll do the right thing, that they won't be apart anymore, and that they definitely won't be on opposite sides anymore, even if they argue. Scott wants Derek, he wants him to be happy, and he's not going to just abandon him for anything or betray his trust.

He glances up again when Derek praises him, and his chest feels tight again. It was like that the other's approval meant more to him than anything else now. It's not lost on him how strange that must be, considering how before he didn't want anything to do with Derek's advice or criticism, but now... He craved it, and it makes him try even harder to please him.

That's not as easy as he'd hoped though, thanks to Derek's size. Scott never felt like he was short in any area, but Derek's cock was definitely intimidating. He could have been in porn with it on top of his godlike body. But that cock... Damn! Scott only has the head in so far, and it already feels like a lot.

But he's already had all of it inside him before, so he's not going to back down from that again. He wanted to feel Derek's power, he wanted all of Derek's attention and praise, and he definitely wanted to make sure that Derek Hale knew how much he was loved. So Scott moans around the length, his tongue swirling over the head as he slowly takes another couple inches, bobbing up and down on those inches while his hands hold tight to Derek's thighs, trying to pull him a little closer.]

Yes... Just like that. [He hisses out in between clenched teeth and fought the urge to press further into that eager mouth to avoid hurting the other. Instead, Derek lets himself be pulled at Scott's own pace, unable to help the half laugh that leaves him; Funny how a single praise inspired this much enthusiasm in Scott. Sure, Derek has seen how strong his determination was, but he's never seen him so... wanton.

The slide of teeth along the velvet flesh of his manhood caused his breath to hitch in his chest and Derek to pause, biting at his lip as he watched on with adoration. This was no small achievement and Scott was taking almost easily to the task, even eliciting the occasional moan or groan from his alpha who's muscles were wound tight by now.

He sucks in two great lungfuls of air, broad chest inflating above Scott's bobbing head and the temptation, the pleasure, is too great not to thrust forward as little as he could without causing any pain. But a moment later he has to pull away, letting his cock fall free with Derek pressing Scott's back down against the bed, mouths clashing yet again, teeth clicking and tongues wrestling.]

Give me a second...I didn't want to hurt you. [The skin of Scott's chest is warm against Derek's forehead, soothingly so. The older man presses a kiss to his chest.]

[Scott hopes that Derek realizes how much those little compliments meant to him, and how hard he's trying to make this good for the alpha, even if he's having a hard time taking all of that impressive shaft, his gag reflex not quite so trained and tears welling in the corners of his eyes and he pushes himself to his limit.

It was so good though. So good to feel Derek's pulse through that thick member, the way he can feel Derek's muscles tighten and relax with each swipe of his tongue or moan for him, and the little thrusts into his mouth that had Scott finding it hard to breathe in what was somehow the best way possible.

And he thinks that he's starting to get the hang of it... Until Derek is suddenly pulling away despite Scott's hold, and his cock falls from Scott's mouth with a lewd pop. He's about to protest, and he manages a small, needy whine before Derek's lips are on his again and Scott melts all over again, his tongue tangling and pushing at Derek's while still trying to keep him close.]

Derek! [He snaps, accidentally growling in frustration and not at all how a beta should speak to his alpha. The kiss to his chest is nice, but Scott was kind of disappointed.] You're not going to hurt me. I'm not so fragile that you need to worry about that. [His hand smooths over Derek's arm and shoulder, moving up to cup his cheek because he surely had to understand that.] I'm okay.

[If he didn't before, he sure as hell knows now, and Scott's efforts definitely don't go unappreciated. Derek's not sure he really remembers a time anyone tried to make him feel this great, or this loved and cared for. Least not after the disaster that was the arson attack that took his family away. Certainly not then.

Until now. And none of the teen wolf's attentions would ever go without merit. Derek likes to think of himself as a generous alpha when he wants to be, after all.]

You're okay? I couldn't tell by the way you were tearing up, you idiot. [The growling might as well go unnoticed the way Derek stares up at him with a dubious expression. Besides, it wasn't anything to be punished over, not really, or just not during this particular moment. He turned his face to bite lightly at the hand on his cheek.]

I wasn't tearing up... [He definitely was, and they're still on his cheeks, so it's kind of pointless for him to deny it right now.] I was just getting used to it still. I would have gotten further if you weren't so hung.

[Yes, there's a compliment somewhere in that.

He sighs though, kind of grateful for the chance to breath again, but mostly embarrassed because Derek made it look so easy, and Scott couldn't do the same for him. And even still, he could feel his mate's still hard cock pressed against him.]

What do you need me to do? [Because he was going to get Derek off again before this was over.]

[And Derek pauses purposefully to give that response a look. Really, Scott. Really? There was no need to blatantly lie when the evidence was currently streaming down his face, and as if to make a point, Derek reaches up to wipe the stray tears away.]

So it's my fault that I have a big dick? Not sure I've heard that one. [He knows an insult when he hears one, and that was no insult. He'll take it as a compliment, his thanks a kiss to one of Scott's nipples.]

This isn't just about me, Scott. But if you're so determined to return the favor still, you should probably roll over for round two. [The alpha doesn't exactly move away to make room for Scott to do as he's told, but rather slides up higher into the curve of his neck where he kisses.]

[Scott might not have been so deep into his pride to be Derek, but he still had pride, and he didn't like admitting that he was having a hard time. So, he ends up blushing as Derek's thumb brushes over his cheek.]

Yeah, it's your fault... Not that it's a bad thing. [He definitely wasn't complaining earlier about it.]

Now- [He gasps softly as Derek kisses his nipple, his back arching off the bed and up into his touch. His body burned for Derek, ached for him, and his arousal was unrelenting even after two orgasms. Derek's scent, his body against his... His everything did things to Scott that he never thought possible. He was made for Derek, that much was clear now.] Who are you and what have you done with Derek Hale?

Maybe a round two is what I've been wanting too, you know? [He smiles just a little, biting his lip and tilting his head back. It was so shameless that he wanted to be bitten again, claimed as Derek's mate all over again. His hand moves over Derek's back, over the tattoo, and he has an idea that he keeps to himself for the time being.]

I want you to be happy, Okay? So please fuck me again... [Yeah, Scott was being totally shameless, and he just didn't care anymore.] And you're letting me try again later.

[That gasp had been an unexpected reaction and not one he really intended, it pulls his mouth into a grin, beaming up at his mate, his lover, his...everything now.] Maybe you just bring out the better side of me. [More like this had always been the real Derek Hale, he had been around much longer than the broken man who Scott and the others know today.

And as if it were the most casual thing, Derek crossed his muscular arms over Scott's chest, glancing down to the nipple from earlier, circling it with his pinky.] I'm...happy with you. [It's almost a struggle to get that out, admitting it. Like speaking around a frog caught in his throat. A wall of defense goes down crumbling to nothingness somewhere far off in an unseen distance.

He eyes the younger wolf's neck, then up to his face, head tilting to the side, maybe trying to gauge him, but he already knows what Scott expects. Shameless is good, nothing wrong there. Derek likes it, leans in to claim what's his, only this time, his canines extend into fangs...

It's like a blade's kiss to flesh, though he's careful not to draw blood when his jaw relaxes down onto the bared throat, right where his jugular lies.]

I'm happy. I am. [Strong hands settle on Scott's legs, easily flipping the beta onto his stomach. Derek's chest comes down to the curve of Scott's back, and with equally strong hips, runs his rod through the split down his mate's ass, and in an almost purring tone, he speaks next to Scott's ear.] That's not how you speak to your alpha?

[Scott is just... It's so beyond anything that he ever expected this to be. Derek saying that he's happy with him, that he's better with him, and since Scott doesn't know what the alpha was like before they met, this all just means the world to him. He couldn't be happier, and he would do anything to keep Derek happy, to help him be the guy he was before the fire and the betrayals.]

I'm happy too. So happy to be yours. [It wasn't like Scott, but this was exactly like him. This is what he wanted... What he always wanted with Derek. And he just closes his eyes as he feels fangs against his throat. For Scott, it was the truest way that he could show how much faith he had in Derek and how much he trusted his mate. He was literally putting his life in the alpha's hand, and he knew that he wouldn't be hurt.

And almost too quickly, he's flipped onto his stomach, but Scott just laughs at it, rolling his hips a little and pushing back at that hard steel between his cheeks. rolling his hips to run against it and tease his mate. He wanted this...]

It's how I speak to my mate. [Scott replies, looking over his shoulder with a cheeky grin.] Who just so happens to be my alpha. Now, please... [He bites his lip, trying to press more against Derek's cock.]

[Derek makes an approving sound when Scott didn't flinch from the bared fangs biting at his neck, just accepted it. It proved to Derek just how much faith and trust Scott had in him, which meant a lot to the shabby alpha. He remembers when there was no trust, when Scott went so far Derek actually believed he was being sacrificed to Gerard. There's been growth since then.]

And I'm happy to be yours. [The sense of belonging was a strong desire when one actually knew what that felt like. And while Peter and Cora could claim Derek as nephew ot brother, family, Scott was - Derek was his mate and betrothed all the same. His to belong to.

And it seemed Scott had already gotten comfortable with his place as the alpha's mate. Derek scoffs at his cocky remark because honestly, he's at a loss for words. The little defiant and arrogant shit. As a subtle punishment, one of Derek's hands comes down slapping an open palm against Scott's ass.]

Do you want me to fuck you or not? [He tries to dangle it over his head, an ultimatum for his obedience, but Derek knows he'll end up doing it anyways. Letting Scott roll his hips and push back against him, and Derek who shifted to line himself up with Scott's already punished and well greased hole from earlier. He grunts when the other's opening seemingly accepts him more openly this time, covering his mate's right hand with his own as he slides in to the hilt.]

[Scott definitely didn't need anything else, so long as Derek would keep reminding him that he was his. Derek was his! That was the best part of all of this. It went both ways. He wasn't just property given in a contract to him. Not that he even thought about that anymore. He didn't need a contract to belong to Derek anymore.

He jumps as he feels the sting of Derek's hand on his ass, his body flexing as a reflex, but he just moans in pleasure, lifting his ass up more in offering. It was embarrassing, but the little punishment was kind of fun... Though, Scott's pretty sure Derek could do whatever he wanted to him, and it'd be the hottest thing in the world to him.]

You're going to fuck me, Derek. [He smiles a little at the threat, and he's not wrong either.] I can smell the arousal coming from you, and you loooove me. [He was really pushing things now.

And Scott moans loudly, uninhibited as he feels Derek's massive cock sliding into him again, so much easier than before. Some of it had to be because Derek had bred him so good earlier and he was still slick with the alpha's come, but it was also because he was more relaxed than the first time. He knew what to expect, and he wanted it, so he wasn't tense, he just welcomed the sensation.]

Fuck, Derek... [And Scott doesn't usually curse.] I can't believe how good this feels... [He sighs and sinks down onto the bed, stretching out and smiling as his mate's hand covers his and his body is pressed into the bed. He keeps his ass up though, offering himself as Derek pushes in all the way. It was so much better now than being confined in the car.] You don't have to be gentle.

[Well that was interesting. Derek didn't expect Scott to take so well to the spanking, ass raised into the air for another blow that doesn't come. He catalogs this useful discovery away for later use, preferably the next time his mate decided to disobey an order (Though given his rank now, Scott had every right to. In most cases.) or challenge his alpha.

You're going to fuck me, Derek.

Right then would have been the perfect opportunity, but who was Derek kidding? He does give a low warning of a growl at the last part. Just when he thought he couldn't get enough of Scott, he has to go and do that. But was the beta wrong? Definitely not. Derek could endure his less than likable proclivities for the sake of love and companionship.

This time around, though, is better. So much better. There was room for movement and opportunity for letting control slip. Scott was craving him and his cock and telling him how he didn't have to be careful.] I'll split you. [His half chuckled half grunted reply, pulling out to thrust back in hard and deep. So much better.

Their fingers finally lace, Derek wrapping his arms around and underneath Scott's flattened body, a body that felt right underneath his own and taking his extraordinary shaft each time the alpha shoved forward into his arched behind.]

Mine. [He proclaims, thrusts coming faster, deeper, harder.] Not Allison's. [One deep thrust.] Not Stiles'. [And another. Each and everyone rubbing up against Scott's prostate with so much ease it's ridiculous. Again and again, he fucks and abuses his mate's tight hole, holding Scott to his hard and sturdy frame.] Everything of you is mine. Understand? Say it.

[Derek might be surprised at all of the things that Scott was into, or that he'd realize he was into by being with the alpha. He didn't expect to like being spanked, but the way he moaned, his ass raised in the air, and his perpetually hard cock now, throbbing between his legs, were all proof that a little punishment was something he wanted.

Scott didn't see his words as defiance. He was just saying what both of them wanted, and moving things along.]

You already split me in the car. I can take it. [Somehow, being fucked was way easier than trying to blow Derek. His body was just adapting to take his alpha mate's cock. There was still the sting of pain as Derek thrust into him, the feeling that he'd break, but it always came with pleasure unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.

And now he could really enjoy it, holding tightly to Derek's hand, holding it closely as Derek thrusts into him. He can stretch out, they can move, and he feel the strength that Derek had, the raw power he could put behind each thrust, and maybe Derek wasn't kidding about splitting him, but it felt so good that he didn't care, and he moans uninhibitedly into the sheets, pushing back to meet each thrust.]

I'm yours. [He whimpers.] Don't belong to Stiles. [That was easy. He didn't want to be with Stiles like this. The second part... That was harder, because there was a time that he thought Allison was something special to him. She still was, but never like this... Not anymore.] I'm not Allison's...

[Scott definitely wouldn't be walking for a while, the way that Derek was fucking him, pushing him to his limits as he rocks with each thrust, the attention to his prostate and the way his cock rubs against the sheets keeping a steady supply of pre-come soaking the sheets.] I'm yours, Derek. Everything I am, I have... Everything I'll ever be is yours.

And I don't want it any other way.

[It's selfish of him to make Scott say those things, he knows, and yet there's a place in him, a wide, gaping and yawning hole of emptiness that needs to hear it, feeds off it. He could hear the difficulty it took to say he wasn't Allison's and he couldn't even feel bad for the triumph he felt, just gave Scott another explosive push of his hips.]

As is with me. I'm yours, too, Scott. [A promise whispered into the younger werewolf's ear. He didn't ever want to let Scott go. Maybe him not being able to walk for a while was a good thing, and Derek would personally make a call to Melissa if it meant keeping Scott here a while longer.] Yours in every way possible....

[The last comes out as a growl, snarling before biting onto his mate's neck, eyes so bright they could guide a ship through an angry storm. Suddenly, he envies Peter being the one to gift Scott with the Bite... He unravels himself from Scott, pushing back onto one knee and one foot and held on tightly to his waist as he buried that steel pipe of his impossibly deep into Scott's body.

He didn't have to see that Scott was leaking like a dripping faucet, he could smell it on the air. His sheets would be a personal heaven disguised in their tangled scents of arousal, desperation, eagerness, and need. Derek ran his hand up Scott's bare back, their bodies damp with sweat, to run his fingers through his midnight hair.]

[It was hard for him to say that he wasn't Allison's anymore, but in a way it was a huge weight off of his shoulders. He cared about her, that was undeniable, and he'd wanted to explore what they'd had, but being forced to say that he wasn't hers anymore... It was freeing, it was what he needed because he knew it was true. They'd broken up months ago, and he was holding out for her on the fear of the blood oath. Now that the fear was gone though, and the contract had brought him all of this, he didn't need to think about it anymore. His heart, his body... His everything belonged to Derek Hale, and he didn't realize that it did even before now, since they'd first met.]

I love you, Derek. [He murmurs in response to Derek promising to be his too. It's all he can think of to reply to that. It was one thing to be Derek's, but for Derek to be his makes his chest feel so tight it could burst, which would be fitting while he's being split open by Derek's thick cock. He wanted to be with Derek as much as possible. He was already wondering if it was too soon to consider staying with Derek on a more permanent basis. Derek could enforce it with the contract, at least...

Scott winces at the bite to his neck, but it's a different kind of pleasure. It keeps his eyes bright and golden, and it forces his claws out, though he's careful not to dig them into Derek's hand, but his other hand is tangled and tearing through the fabric. He'd have to pay for that later.

And the hand in his hair is exactly what he'd expect from Derek, the beta arching his back and pushing back onto Derek's cock, getting more into it and moving to meet each savage thrust. He didn't want gentle, he wanted this frenzied, horny desperation and for Derek to knot him again. He needed that blissful feeling more than he realized. This was for Derek right now, he wanted to be used for his pleasure.]

[The shredded the sheets barely faze him. He doesn't even miss a in beat pounding into his betrothed like it was their last night together. All his focus was on Scott, the sheets be damned. They were going to end being changed and washed either way it went. Maybe now his mother teaching him how to sew one summer night many years ago would come in handy.

A growl rips from his chest. Derek had been nearing that edge again, the pressure beginning to build at the base of his spine. He pulls Scott upright against him, an arm securing itself around McCall's waist while his other hand tipped the teen's head back for a heavy and rough kiss.

The beginning of the knot had formed, bumping against that waiting hole each time he pushed in and out, but Derek hadn't been ready to tie them just yet. He continued on, face buried in Scott's hair and he suddenly laughs. This would definitely be one way of keeping Peter from lurking into his loft. As a matter of fact, if they kept this up, they'd chase away the pack definitely. Granted, Derek had no problem with that.

He barely notices, so absorbed in his thoughts and all the possibilities being with Scott had created, the knot slips inside, half the size of his fist and growing still. Within minutes he had knotted Scott fully and kept him close to keep him from moving too much.]

[Scaring away Peter was a bonus, Scott didn't even want to think of the things he'd say if he stuck around for this kind of show. The older wolf just had a way of getting under his skin and reading Scott better than the teen liked, maybe because he'd been the one to give him the Bite. The rest of the pack moving somewhere else was good too... It might have been selfish, but the idea of having a place alone with Derek, building a life with the alpha... eventually starting a family... It was all in the back of Scott's mind now, no longer with fear or apprehension, but excitement.

This wasn't the time to be thinking about that though, especially not when he feels the knot force it's way inside him a lot less painfully now that he knew what to expect.

Scott presses back against Derek's chest, relying on him for support. His hand comes up to tangle and grip Derek's hair, holding him for the kiss and not letting him pull back, Scott's lips lingering over his mate's even as he grunts with each thrust. It was too much.

He guides Derek's hand, the one his fingers were laced with down between his legs. Scott was not so subtly pleading for his lover to take his cock, help him finish, or hold him so that he couldn't finish, not until Derek was too...

It was harder than he thought to hold back though, especially with the growing knot applying a constant pressure to his prostate and the alpha's scent was starting to overwhelm him. He was made for this. He wanted it. Scott bites at Derek's lip, trying to spur him on and get them both over the edge.]

[Derek smirks at the fingers currently tangled in his hair, a cross between a breathless chuckle and a groan follows when he knocks his hips forward into Scott from behind, applying more pressure to the knot. He stays close, obeying the hand in his hair, teasing tiny kisses everywhere but Scott's mouth as his hand's guided down between Scott's legs, seizing him tight to hold back his orgasm.

He really hopes Scott didn't think Derek would be assisting with that, at least no time soon. He wanted the moment to be explosive, a moment of blinding bliss and rapture only the two of them would know together.] Wait for me... [He says muffled against his lip being bitten, licking at both it and his way back into Scott's mouth, because yeah, that was definitely one way of spurring him on.

He could do this forever. Honestly, if every moment was like this; spent alone and holding Scott, keeping him all to himself; Derek would be the happiest being on the planet. A real shame neither of them could stop time.

The fingers around the base of Scott's cock suddenly tighten just barely crossing the line of painful. The swelling of his own cock was ready to explode...] Ready for my puppies, Scott? [A rasp of words against Scott's ear then suddenly a gasp when the knot shoots his huge load into Scott, hand still unrelenting around his lover's junk.]

[Despite the wince and the needy, slightly pained groan that escapes Scott's lips when Derek grips the base of his cock, he was relieved for it. He didn't want to cum too fast. He didn't want to reach his climax without his mate right there with him.

The command to wait for Derek only further cements that need, only it wasn't easy to live up to with Derek's lips against his, his tongue brushing against his, and the alpha's cock still drilling hard into him, swelling and tugging and trying to push him over the edge.

And any other situation? Scott might have been a bit annoyed by Derek mentioning puppies, especially after the whole pregnancy bomb being dropped on him. Right now though? Scott can only manage a needy whimper and desperate little] Please... Give it to me Derek. Breed me.

[And then he feels the knot growing to an impossible size and flooding him with his mate's hot seed, and Scott cries out, bucking into Derek's hand, feeling his own climax surging through his body, his muscles squeezing hard around the knot and giving Derek all the signs that Scott was in heaven... Except for that he hasn't been allowed to come yet, Derek's grip almost painful as it holds him back, making Scott's eyes screw shut as his thrusts into Derek's hand, begging for his mate to be compassionate and let him come with him.]

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