[ In all honesty, Derek knows better than anyone the pressure of being in control. He knows what it's like to project power that at times feels undeserved, at times feels like a burden, or at times feels as if it were always, always trying to slip away from between your fingers regardless of how tight a grip you might have on it. He doesn't need some fucking jedi werewolf mind trick bullshit to know that Scott's got far too much responsibility on his shoulders. ]
I didn't give you permission to speak, McCall.
[ Which is why he doesn't mind taking that control away from the true alpha, if only for a night. Sex is something he's good at. Sex is something he's fucking great at. Dominating Scott now is as much about letting him have a break from being werewolf jesus as it is about proving his power, his worth, to someone he cares for.
That and, you know. Horny.
He swats his open palm on Scott's ass the second he starts being a brat, telling Derek to prove that he can do this. There's a slight grin on his face as he leans over him, a sharp, wolfish smirk, the heat of his cock resting against the crest of Scott's ass and the small of his back, heavy, huge, intimidating. Derek bites down on Scott's ear, sharp and pressing, and he talks to him like he's training a disobedient dog. ]
[ He keeps Scott steady, one strong hand snaking under his chest to hold him in place, the other two still fucking his hole and getting him ready. He sinks them down to one knuckle, then two, searching out Scott's prostate and pressing just shy of too rough against it, stroking the bundle of nerves with the tips of his fingers as he speaks directly into Scott's ear. ]
That's the kind of language I expect from you. 'I understand, sir' - say it.
[ Fuck. Scott's cock jumps between his fingers at that those words. At the tone of Derek's voice. He can feel his precome dripping between his fingers. He bites at his lower lip but it doesn't stop that groan coming from his lips- yeah. He needed this. He needed someone to take the reigns and take the power, to make him something just...to be used.
There's a sharp gasp as that hand lands against his ass followed by a whispered "fuck" as that muscled body leans over and him and he can feel that cock rest against him. He knows how big it is but fuck if in this moment it didn't feel *huge*. Maybe Scott was just drunk on the moment, of the other being so in control. The Alpha whimpered at that bite and his head tilted slightly towards that mouth.]
Derek-
[ He doesn't get a chance as that hand forces him place and his hand leaves his cock to grip the sheets as those fingers go in deep and touch that sweet spot inside him. He feels his body rock with pleasure and he lets out a pornstar worthy moan. He nods against the bed, hearing the words dance under his skin like a drug.]
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I didn't give you permission to speak, McCall.
[ Which is why he doesn't mind taking that control away from the true alpha, if only for a night. Sex is something he's good at. Sex is something he's fucking great at. Dominating Scott now is as much about letting him have a break from being werewolf jesus as it is about proving his power, his worth, to someone he cares for.
That and, you know. Horny.
He swats his open palm on Scott's ass the second he starts being a brat, telling Derek to prove that he can do this. There's a slight grin on his face as he leans over him, a sharp, wolfish smirk, the heat of his cock resting against the crest of Scott's ass and the small of his back, heavy, huge, intimidating. Derek bites down on Scott's ear, sharp and pressing, and he talks to him like he's training a disobedient dog. ]
'Yes, sir'. 'No, sir'. 'Please, sir'. 'Thank you, sir'.
[ He keeps Scott steady, one strong hand snaking under his chest to hold him in place, the other two still fucking his hole and getting him ready. He sinks them down to one knuckle, then two, searching out Scott's prostate and pressing just shy of too rough against it, stroking the bundle of nerves with the tips of his fingers as he speaks directly into Scott's ear. ]
That's the kind of language I expect from you. 'I understand, sir' - say it.
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There's a sharp gasp as that hand lands against his ass followed by a whispered "fuck" as that muscled body leans over and him and he can feel that cock rest against him. He knows how big it is but fuck if in this moment it didn't feel *huge*. Maybe Scott was just drunk on the moment, of the other being so in control. The Alpha whimpered at that bite and his head tilted slightly towards that mouth.]
Derek-
[ He doesn't get a chance as that hand forces him place and his hand leaves his cock to grip the sheets as those fingers go in deep and touch that sweet spot inside him. He feels his body rock with pleasure and he lets out a pornstar worthy moan. He nods against the bed, hearing the words dance under his skin like a drug.]
Yes, sir. Sorry. Sir. Please...Sir...