[ Reggie's pretty strong for someone with a bleeding hand and a bleeding heart. Derek's usually this immovable, superhuman wall of muscle and bad moods who never, ever bends the knee for anyone, but when Reggie shoves him forward, he just - yields. He surrenders and drops onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows with his heart jackhammer against his ribs, and when he tilts his neck to the side to expose his throat to each kiss and each bite Reggie gives him, Derek starts to second guess himself. He's not sure if he can actually do this. Baring your throat to anyone as a wolf is a fucking terrifying thing to do. Giving all of this to Reggie is a way bigger deal to him than it should be.
But - Derek trusts Reggie, which is something he didn't actually realize until now. He's really, really bad at ceding control to other people, but - there's trust here. If submission is something Reggie needs from him, then - ]
I need to take care of you.
[ - then he needs to give it to him. That was too honest of an answer, though; he's gotta slide it back, dial the corny porn banter up to eleven, shut out all his feelings the way Reggie's trying to do. He needs to change gears. Needs to surrender not just to Reggie, but to the moment.
Reggie's hand on his dick is getting to him. Derek closes his eyes, just for a second. He swallows, steels his jaw, getting harder and harder in the tight grip of Reggie's fist. Derek opens his eyes again, looks at Reggie like he could punch him just as easily as he could beg for him to fuck him, and he drops his voice while he talks, keeping it just above a growl. ]
I want you to wreck me. I mean-- really, really wreck me. Fuck me like a man. An alpha. Fuck me harder than you've ever fucked anyone else. Prove to me that it's worth giving you all the obedience and the submission that you've given me.
[ A pause. Derek shifts a few inches closer to Reggie, propping his neck against the armrest, squeezing Reggie's waist lightly with his knees. There's lube in the jeans Derek left at the base of the couch, which he'll silently direct Reggie to with a nod of his head. ]
And then - for the rest of tonight, if I think you did a good enough job, you're gonna be mine. Every single part of you. Mind, body, soul. I'll fuck you until daybreak. Not gonna stop, no matter how many times I make you come. No matter how exhausted you get. You're gonna be a mess, by the time I'm done with you. My mess.
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But - Derek trusts Reggie, which is something he didn't actually realize until now. He's really, really bad at ceding control to other people, but - there's trust here. If submission is something Reggie needs from him, then - ]
I need to take care of you.
[ - then he needs to give it to him. That was too honest of an answer, though; he's gotta slide it back, dial the corny porn banter up to eleven, shut out all his feelings the way Reggie's trying to do. He needs to change gears. Needs to surrender not just to Reggie, but to the moment.
Reggie's hand on his dick is getting to him. Derek closes his eyes, just for a second. He swallows, steels his jaw, getting harder and harder in the tight grip of Reggie's fist. Derek opens his eyes again, looks at Reggie like he could punch him just as easily as he could beg for him to fuck him, and he drops his voice while he talks, keeping it just above a growl. ]
I want you to wreck me. I mean-- really, really wreck me. Fuck me like a man. An alpha. Fuck me harder than you've ever fucked anyone else. Prove to me that it's worth giving you all the obedience and the submission that you've given me.
[ A pause. Derek shifts a few inches closer to Reggie, propping his neck against the armrest, squeezing Reggie's waist lightly with his knees. There's lube in the jeans Derek left at the base of the couch, which he'll silently direct Reggie to with a nod of his head. ]
And then - for the rest of tonight, if I think you did a good enough job, you're gonna be mine. Every single part of you. Mind, body, soul. I'll fuck you until daybreak. Not gonna stop, no matter how many times I make you come. No matter how exhausted you get. You're gonna be a mess, by the time I'm done with you. My mess.