Chapter 5: Primal Fuck
The buzz of Scott’s phone vibrated against his bare thigh where it rested on the rumpled bedsheet. He glanced down, the harsh blue light illuminating the sharp angles of his face in the otherwise dark room. A single notification: Derek. His thumb swiped the screen almost before his brain processed the movement.
> Derek (11:23 PM): Still awake? Room free?
A slow, predatory smile spread across Scott’s lips. The scent of Derek – that unique blend of ozone, rain-soaked earth, and something inherently Derek – seemed to ghost through the stale frat-house air just from reading the words. His fingers flew over the screen, the emojis instinctive, a crude shorthand for the hunger coiling low in his gut.
> Scott (11:23 PM): Yes please. 🍆 🍑 💦 Hurry.
He tossed the phone aside, the screen darkening. Silence returned, thick and expectant. Outside, the usual Friday night frat-house chaos continued – muffled bass, distant shouts, the clink of bottles – but Scott’s world narrowed to the rectangle of his room door. His senses prickled, every nerve ending attuned to the creak of the hallway floorboards, the shift in air pressure. His cock, already half-hard from the anticipation Derek’s message ignited, thickened further against his thigh. The memory of last night was visceral: Derek’s slick heat clenching around him, the primal sound of flesh meeting flesh, the choked cries muffled against his pillow. His alpha blood simmered, demanding possession.
A soft tap, barely audible. Scott was at the door before the second knock could land, yanking it open.
Derek stood there, bathed in the dim yellow light of the corridor. He wore faded jeans and a dark hoodie pushed up his forearms, his jet-black hair slightly messy, dark stubble shadowing his jaw. His green eyes met Scott’s, holding that familiar mix of defiance and a heat that mirrored Scott’s own. The faint scent of his arousal, musky and sweet, hit Scott like a physical blow, intensifying the low thrum in his veins.
“Took you long enough,” Scott rumbled, his voice deeper than usual, roughened by the wolf stirring beneath his skin. He stepped back, giving Derek space to enter, his gaze never leaving him.
Derek slipped inside, the door clicking shut behind him, plunging them back into near-darkness save for the weak streetlight filtering through the blinds. He shrugged off his hoodie, dropping it carelessly onto Scott’s desk chair. The action pulled his t-shirt tight across his chest and shoulders, revealing the lean muscle Scott knew coiled beneath. “Got waylaid by Liam. Rambling about chem lab. Couldn’t shake him.” He turned fully, his eyes raking over Scott’s bare torso, lingering on the waistband of his low-slung sweatpants. A faint smirk played on his lips. “Looks like you started without me.”
“Just thinking about you,” Scott admitted, stepping closer. The space between them crackled. He reached out, his fingers brushing the rough stubble along Derek’s jawline, then sliding back to tangle in the thick dark hair at his nape. “About how fucking tight you were last night. How good you felt.”
Derek leaned into the touch, a low hum vibrating in his throat. His own hand came up, tracing the defined ridges of Scott’s abdomen, dipping lower to palm the heavy bulge straining against Scott’s sweats. “Still thinking about it?” His voice was a husky murmur. “Or ready for a repeat performance?”
“Always ready for you, Derek,” Scott growled. He tugged gently on Derek’s hair, guiding his head back, exposing the strong column of his throat. He bent, inhaling deeply the scent at the junction of Derek’s neck and shoulder – sweat, cologne, and that intoxicating, uniquely Derek musk. His lips brushed the skin there, a light scrape of teeth making Derek gasp. “Smell so fucking good. Smell like mine.”
“Yours?” Derek challenged, though his body arched subtly towards Scott, betraying him. His fingers hooked into Scott’s waistband. “Prove it, Alpha.”
That word, Alpha, spoken with Derek’s dry defiance, was the trigger. Scott’s control snapped. He spun Derek around, pushing him firmly but not roughly towards the bed. Derek went willingly, stumbling slightly before bracing his hands on the edge of the mattress. Scott’s hands were already at Derek’s waist, yanking the jeans and briefs down in one rough motion, exposing the firm globes of his ass, already glistening with the slick that betrayed his omega arousal. The musky-sweet scent intensified, flooding Scott’s senses, making his cock throb almost painfully.
“Fuck, Derek,” Scott breathed, his voice thick with lust. He ran a hand over the slick heat, fingers slipping easily through the wetness, tracing down to the furled entrance that was already relaxed, inviting. “So wet. So fucking ready.”
He kicked off his sweatpants, his heavy, uncut cock springing free, thick and flushed, the head already slick with pre-cum. He didn’t hesitate. Grasping Derek’s hips hard enough he knew bruises would bloom later, he positioned himself. The broad head pressed against Derek’s slick entrance.
“Take it,” Scott commanded, his voice dropping to a guttural rasp. “Take all of it, now.”
With one powerful thrust of his hips, he sheathed himself fully in the tight, clenching heat. Derek cried out, a raw, guttural sound that was swallowed by the mattress as he buried his face. Scott felt the incredible pressure, the velvety walls gripping him like a vise, impossibly hot and wet. He held still for a heartbeat, savoring the feel of being buried to the hilt, Derek’s body yielding perfectly to his.
Then he pulled back, almost all the way out, feeling the drag, hearing the obscene wet sound. Derek whimpered. Scott slammed forward again, hard and deep, the impact jolting through both of them.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
The rhythm was brutal, primal. Skin smacked against skin, a relentless percussion undercut by Derek’s choked moans and the slick, sucking sounds of Scott’s cock pistoning in and out of Derek’s dripping hole. Scott drove into him with the full strength of his werewolf body, each thrust pushing Derek further up the bed, his knuckles white where he gripped the sheets. His own groans were low, animalistic grunts of pure pleasure.
“Fuck! Yes! Harder!” Derek gasped, the words muffled but desperate. He pushed back against Scott, meeting each thrust, driving Scott deeper. “Fill me up, Scott… Fucking claim me!”
The plea ignited Scott’s alpha instincts like gasoline. He leaned forward, covering Derek’s back with his chest, bracing one hand beside Derek’s head. The other hand tightened viciously on Derek’s hip, holding him immobile as he fucked into him with savage, short, deep strokes. His teeth grazed the back of Derek’s neck, a primal urge to bite, to mark, barely held in check. His balls tightened, slapping against Derek’s slick ass.
“God, your fucking ass,” Scott panted, his voice ragged. “Sucks me in like it was made for my cock. Gonna fuck you raw, Derek. Gonna make you scream.” He angled his hips, driving upward, hitting that spot deep inside that made Derek arch like a bowstring, a strangled scream tearing from his throat.
“THERE! FUCK! RIGHT THERE, ALPHA!” Derek bellowed, his body shuddering violently. His inner muscles clenched around Scott’s cock in rhythmic spasms, squeezing almost painfully tight. Scott felt the slick flood even more, drenching his cock and thighs.
The brutal slap of Scott’s hips against Derek’s ass echoed louder than Derek’s choked cries. Sweat slicked Scott’s back as he drove deep, each powerful thrust punching the air from Derek’s lungs, his cock pistoning relentlessly into the slick, clenching heat. Derek’s body arched, taut as a bowstring, his knuckles bone-white where they clawed the sheets, his moans dissolving into breathless, guttural sounds of pure, overwhelmed sensation.
"Fuck, Derek... so fucking tight," Scott rasped, his voice thick and rough, the words vibrating against the sweat-damp skin of Derek’s shoulder blade. He could feel the telltale pressure building at the base of his spine, the coil tightening, Derek’s inner muscles milking him relentlessly. "Gonna fill this perfect ass..."
But the alpha surge demanded more than just release. Possession roared through him, a primal need to see, to dominate Derek utterly. Without warning, Scott wrenched his cock free with a harsh, wet schluck, the sudden emptiness making Derek gasp and shudder violently. Scott swung his legs off the bed, standing, his chest heaving, his cock glistening obscenely with sweat and Derek’s slick. The air felt cool on his wet skin.
"Come here," Scott commanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated with authority. He pointed at the floor in front of him. "Kneel. Now."
Derek pushed himself up on trembling arms, his breath catching. His cheeks were flushed a deep, rosy pink, his eyes wide and dark, pupils blown. He scrambled off the bed with surprising speed, his movements fluid despite the trembling. He dropped to his knees on the worn carpet between Scott’s spread legs, his gaze fixed on the thick, heavy cock bobbing mere inches from his face. It was flushed a deep red, the uncut head slick and weeping, veins prominent along its rigid length.
He didn't wait. Derek lunged forward, his tongue snaking out to lick a broad, wet stripe from Scott’s balls right up the throbbing shaft, lapping eagerly at the salty pre-cum beading at the slit. His lips parted, engulfing the swollen head, sucking it deep with a hungry groan that vibrated against Scott’s flesh. His dark head began to move, bobbing smoothly.
"Jesus Christ," Scott hissed, his hips jerking minutely as Derek took more, deeper, his throat opening effortlessly. He looked down, mesmerized by the sight: Derek’s lips stretched obscenely wide around his girth, spit slicking the dark stubble along his jaw, his head moving in a steady, eager rhythm. Scott tangled his fingers tightly in Derek’s dark hair, not forcing, just guiding, feeling the wet heat envelop him, the suction growing stronger. Derek rocked forward slightly on his knees with each downward plunge, taking Scott impossibly deep, throat muscles fluttering around the invading head with practiced ease.
Scott watched the spit gather at the corners of Derek’s mouth, watched the way his cock disappeared into that perfect, willing mouth, the lewd, wet slurping sounds filling the quiet room. Pleasure pulsed through him, fierce and building fast. His balls tightened. "God, Derek... fuck, that mouth..." he groaned, his grip tightening in Derek’s hair as the pressure threatened to break. Just as the crest hit, just as the first intense pulse gathered, Scott yanked Derek’s head back sharply, pulling his cock free with a slick pop.
Derek gasped, a string of spit connecting his swollen lower lip to Scott’s glistening cock head. He looked up, dazed, lips parted, a question in his hazy eyes.
"Bed," Scott ordered, his voice ragged with the effort of stopping. "On your back. Now."
Derek scrambled back onto the mattress, sprawling onto his back, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His legs fell open instinctively, knees bent, feet flat on the bed, the slick evidence of his arousal glistening between his thighs. Scott climbed over him, his weight settling between Derek’s legs, one hand braced beside Derek’s head, the other guiding his cock back to the slick, welcoming heat of Derek’s entrance. He pushed forward in one smooth, deep thrust, sheathing himself to the hilt, drawing a ragged moan from them both.
"Look at me," Scott demanded, his voice thick. Derek’s green eyes locked onto his, dark and intense. Scott started moving, a deep, rolling rhythm this time, grinding his hips against Derek’s ass with each inward push, seeking that deep, electric spot. He leaned down, capturing Derek’s mouth in a fierce, hungry kiss, swallowing his moans. It was messy, teeth clacking, tongues tangling, the taste of salt and sweat and sex on their lips.
Derek wrapped his legs high around Scott’s waist, heels digging into his lower back, pulling him impossibly deeper. His arms wound around Scott’s neck, fingers threading into his dark hair. "Scott... fuck... harder," Derek gasped against his mouth, breaking the kiss, his head thrown back. "Need it... need you..."
The raw need in Derek’s voice shattered Scott’s last shred of control. He drove into him, faster, deeper, the slap of their bodies sharper now, his cock plunging into that slick, gripping heat. He caught Derek’s mouth again, kissing him deeply, consuming him, as the relentless friction pushed them both towards the edge. Derek’s body tightened, his inner muscles clamping down in rhythmic, desperate spasms. Derek felt the hot flood erupt inside him, Derek’s release hitting his stomach in thick spurts. The intense clenching triggered Scott’s own climax; he buried himself to the root, grinding deep as the pulsing waves tore through him, filling Derek with hot, wet pulses, their groans muffled against each other’s mouths. He collapsed onto Derek, their sweat-slicked chests heaving together, the air thick with the musk of sex and satisfaction.