Chapter 2: Mouthful of Alpha
The sticky scent of their mingled release hung thick in Scott’s bedroom, layered over the underlying musk of wolf and old pizza drifting from the living room. Derek lay sprawled on his back, Scott’s softening cock still nestled deep within his slick, used hole. Scott’s arm was heavy across his chest, his breathing deep and even. The frantic energy of Derek’s heat had momentarily receded, replaced by a deep, bone-melting exhaustion and a profound sense of satiation. The emptiness Scott’s withdrawal would bring felt like a threat on the horizon.
Derek nuzzled into the crook of Scott’s neck, inhaling the unique blend of sweat, sex, and pure Alpha that calmed the primal part of his brain still humming beneath the fatigue. "Scott?" he murmured, his voice raspy and wrecked.
Scott grunted, tightening his arm slightly. "Mmm? You okay? Need water?" His voice was thick with sleep.
"Not water," Derek whispered. He shifted, the movement causing Scott’s cock to slide partially out, a slick sound accompanying it. The loss sparked a fresh, insistent throb low in Derek’s belly. The heat wasn't done. It was regrouping, simmering just beneath the surface of his exhaustion. His hole clenched almost reflexively around the retreating thickness, seeking to pull it back in. "Need… more."
Scott’s eyes snapped open, warm brown meeting intense green. He shifted, pulling himself free completely, leaving Derek feeling achingly empty and exposed. Derek whimpered at the loss, the cool air hitting his wet, sensitive rim. He watched, pulse quickening again, as Scott sat up on the edge of the bed, his back muscles flexing. Scott’s cock, already stirring back to life despite his tiredness, rested heavily against his thigh. It was thick, uncut, the head flushed and glistening with a mix of Derek’s slick and Scott’s earlier release. The sight alone sent another pulse of slickness seeping from Derek’s hole, dampening the sheets beneath him.
Without needing words, driven by the heat’s resurgence and a desperate craving to please, to be filled again, Derek pushed himself off the bed. His legs felt shaky, but he ignored it. He sank to his knees on the worn carpet beside the bed, the position submissive, instinctive. His lean body still glistened with sweat, the muscles of his back and shoulders tense with renewed need. He looked up at Scott, his green eyes wide, pupils dilated, lips slightly parted.
Scott watched him, his expression shifting from sleepy concern to heated approval. His cock swelled further, thickening impressively as Derek knelt before him. A low rumble started in Scott’s chest. "That’s my Omega," he murmured, his voice dropping into that low Alpha register that vibrated straight to Derek’s core. "Knows what he needs."
Derek didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward, his hands coming to rest on Scott’s powerful thighs, feeling the muscle tense beneath his palms. The musky scent of Scott’s arousal was intoxicating, pulling him closer. He pressed his face against the warm skin of Scott’s lower belly, nuzzling the base of his cock, inhaling deeply. His tongue darted out, tracing a wet path up the thick shaft, gathering the salty tang of sweat and the musky, unique flavor that was purely Scott. He licked a broad stripe from root to tip, swirling his tongue around the swollen, uncut head, lapping up the fresh bead of pre-cum that welled from the slit.
"Fuck, Derek," Scott groaned, his hand coming down to tangle roughly in Derek’s dark hair. "Taste good?"
Derek moaned his answer against the sensitive head, the vibration drawing another heavy droplet. He opened his mouth wide, his lips stretching as he took the broad head inside. The taste exploded on his tongue—salty, musky, undeniably male. He sucked gently, swirling his tongue around the ridge, under the foreskin, savoring it. His own cock throbbed, neglected but demanding attention between his legs. All his focus was here, on the thick weight filling his mouth, on the low, approving sounds rumbling from Scott’s chest.
"Good boy," Scott praised, his fingers tightening in Derek’s hair. "Take it deeper. Show me that pretty throat."
Derek obeyed, relaxing his jaw, sinking down further. The thick shaft pushed past his tongue, filling his mouth. He breathed heavily through his nose, focusing on the sensation, the stretch of his lips, the salty flavor coating his palate. He got halfway down before his gag reflex flared, an involuntary spasm tightening his throat.
"That’s it," Scott encouraged, but his voice held a darker edge, a command. "Take it all."
He didn't wait for Derek to adjust. He tightened his grip in Derek’s hair and pushed his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper. Derek gasped, choking slightly as the thick head bumped against the back of his throat. Tears sprang to his eyes instantly, blurring his vision. Scott held him there for a second, the pressure intense, Derek’s throat muscles fluttering wildly around the intrusion.
"Relax," Scott commanded, his tone firm but not cruel. He pulled back slightly, letting Derek gulp air, then thrust forward again, deeper this time. The head pressed insistently past the tight ring of muscle at the entrance to Derek’s throat. It burned, the stretch agonizing and intensely erotic. Derek gagged violently, saliva and tears spilling down his chin. His hands clenched on Scott’s thighs, nails digging in.
"Fuck yes," Scott growled, the vibration traveling down his cock into Derek’s throat. "Just like that. Gag on it. Take your Alpha’s cock." He started a rhythm, pulling back until just the head remained in Derek’s mouth, then driving forward, forcing his length deep into Derek’s constricted throat with each thrust. Derek’s world narrowed to the thick, invasive pressure, the desperate struggle for air through his nose, the salty-slick taste flooding his mouth, the burning stretch of his throat, and the overwhelming scent of Scott’s arousal. The gagging sounds were loud, wet, obscene, mingling with Scott’s guttural groans.
Each desperate choke, each tear that traced a path down Derek’s flushed cheeks, only seemed to spur Scott on. His thrusts became harder, more forceful, fucking Derek’s throat with a primal urgency. Derek could feel Scott’s balls slapping against his chin. His jaw ached, his throat felt raw and bruised, yet beneath the discomfort, a powerful current of submission and raw, twisted pleasure surged. He was being used, claimed in the most intimate way, and his Omega nature sang with it. His ass clenched rhythmically on nothing, slickness flowing freely, his own cock dripping pre-cum onto the carpet beneath him.
"Look at you," Scott rasped, his breathing harsh. He pulled Derek’s head back slightly, forcing eye contact. Derek’s eyes were red-rimmed, wet, filled with a mixture of pain, desperation, and dazed ecstasy. Spit and tears slicked his chin. "Such a perfect fucking cock sleeve. Made for this." He pushed forward again, deep, holding Derek impaled. "Suck it. Hard."
Derek hollowed his cheeks, sucking fiercely around the thick shaft buried in his throat. The pressure, combined with the tight constriction, drew a ragged cry from Scott. He could feel Scott’s cock pulse, thickening even more, the heavy weight of impending release building.
"Gonna come," Scott warned, his voice a strained snarl. He held Derek’s head firmly in place, pulling back just enough to let the head rest deep in Derek’s throat, then thrust forward hard one final time, hilting himself completely. "Swallow it all, Omega."
The first hot pulse hit the back of Derek’s throat, thick and salty-bitter. He gagged again, convulsively, but forced himself to swallow, the muscles in his neck working desperately. Scott groaned, long and low, as rope after rope of his release pumped deep into Derek’s throat. Derek swallowed frantically, tears streaming freely now, the taste overwhelming, the sensation of being forcibly filled from the inside carving a path of filthy satisfaction straight to his core. His own neglected cock jerked, spilling a pathetic little dribble onto the carpet as he choked and swallowed Scott’s cum.
Finally, Scott stilled, his grip loosening slightly in Derek’s hair. He pulled out slowly, his softening cock sliding wetly from Derek’s bruised lips, leaving a trail of saliva and spend. Derek collapsed forward, coughing harshly, gasping for air, his forehead resting against Scott’s knee. His throat felt raw, used, utterly claimed. Spit and cum dripped from his chin.
Scott looked down at him, breathing heavily, a possessive glow in his eyes. He gently wiped Derek’s chin with his thumb. "Did so good," he murmured, his voice returning to its usual warmth, though layered with the gravel of exertion. "Perfect fucking mouth."
Derek just looked up at him, his green eyes wide and wrecked, a fresh wave of heat-induced desperation already replacing the brief respite. The emptiness between his legs was a physical ache. He licked his sore, swollen lips, tasting Scott. "Scott," he rasped, his voice barely audible, shredded. "Please… my ass… it’s… empty. Burning." His hand reached back, fingers brushing against his slick, gaping hole. "Need you to fuck me again. Please, Alpha. Now."