Chapter 4: VIDEO JUST FOR THEM
The sticky aftermath clung to them like a second skin. Derek lay slumped against Stiles’ legs, trembling breaths hitching in his chest, Scott’s cum leaking warmly down his inner thighs to pool on the worn carpet. The heavy musk of sex, sweat, and slick filled the dim bedroom, thick enough to taste. Scott knelt beside him, one large hand possessively stroking Derek’s sweat-damp flank, his own breathing still settling. Stiles leaned against the doorframe, legs trembling slightly, staring down at the wrecked Omega with a dazed expression, his own thighs streaked with Derek’s release.
The reprieve was fleeting. Derek’s heat, momentarily sated by the brutal double filling, surged back with renewed, vicious intensity. A low whine escaped his bruised lips, his body arching involuntarily. The emptiness inside him wasn’t just physical; it was a gnawing, desperate void demanding immediate attention. His cock, soft and spent moments ago, twitched back to painful hardness against Stiles’ calf. His ass clenched rhythmically around nothing, slick gushing anew, the scent sharpening unbearably.
"Scott," Derek gasped, his voice shredded, raw need overriding any lingering shred of self-consciousness. He turned his head, nuzzling blindly against Scott’s thigh. "Please… Alpha… need your cock. Need it now." His hand scrabbled weakly towards Scott’s groin, fingers brushing the rapidly hardening flesh.
Scott’s warm brown eyes darkened, the Alpha responding instantly to his Omega’s desperate plea. He shifted, his thick cock already swelling back to its full, intimidating length. "Shhh, Omega," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through Derek’s bones. "I’ve got you." He guided Derek’s head towards his lap. "Show me how much you need it."
Derek needed no further urging. With a choked sob of relief, he buried his face in Scott’s groin, inhaling the potent musk. His tongue, swollen and sensitive, laved a broad, wet stripe up the thick underside of Scott’s uncut cock, from heavy balls to the swollen, leaking head. He moaned at the taste, salty and primal, lapping eagerly at the bead of pre-cum welling from the slit. Then, with desperate hunger, he engulfed the head, sucking hard, hollowing his cheeks, his lips stretching obscenely wide.
"Yeah," Scott hissed, his fingers tangling roughly in Derek’s dark hair, not guiding, just holding. "Fuck, Derek… suck it. Get it nice and wet for me."
Derek obeyed with frantic devotion. He bobbed his head, taking more of Scott’s impressive length with each downward stroke, gagging slightly as the thick head nudged the back of his throat. Saliva dripped freely from the corners of his mouth, slicking Scott’s cock and Derek’s chin. He slurped, sucked, his tongue swirling relentlessly around the ridge of the head, under the foreskin, lapping at the sensitive frenulum. The sounds were filthy – wet, sloppy, desperate gulps and choked moans vibrating around Scott’s shaft.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Stiles breathed, his voice thick with renewed arousal. He hadn’t moved from the doorway, transfixed by the raw display of Derek’s heat-driven submission. His own cock, softened after his earlier release, twitched visibly against his thigh. He fumbled in the pocket of his discarded jeans, pulling out his phone. The screen flickered to life, casting a pale glow on his intent face.
Scott’s gaze snapped up, catching the movement. His eyes narrowed slightly, but there was no anger, only a dark, possessive curiosity. "What are you doing, Stiles?" His voice was low, almost conversational, but layered with Alpha command.
Stiles jumped, guilt flashing across his features before being replaced by a shaky bravado. He held the phone up, angling it towards Derek’s face buried in Scott’s lap. "Just… documenting?" he offered weakly, a nervous grin tugging at his lips. "For… uh… posterity? Or, you know, just for us? Private collection? Totally not creepy, I swear." He zoomed in slightly, the lens focusing on Derek’s stretched lips, the glistening saliva coating Scott’s cock, the intense concentration etched on Derek’s flushed face as he sucked with abandon.
Scott watched Stiles for a long moment, his thumb rubbing slow circles on Derek’s scalp. Derek, lost in the haze of servicing his Alpha, seemed oblivious to the phone, focused solely on the taste and feel filling his mouth. Scott’s smirk returned, wider this time, edged with something predatory. "Just for us," he repeated, his tone granting tacit permission. "Get a good angle."
Stiles’ grin widened, losing some of its nervousness. "Oh, I intend to." He shifted his stance, crouching slightly to get a lower angle, capturing the obscene wetness, the desperate hunger in Derek’s eyes whenever he pulled back slightly for air before diving down again. The soft click of the phone’s camera shutter punctuated the wet sounds of Derek’s sucking.
"Look at him," Scott murmured, his voice thick with lust as he watched Derek through the phone’s screen Stiles held up. "Look how fucking eager he is. Like he was born to suck cock." He tightened his grip in Derek’s hair, pulling him down harder onto his length. Derek gagged, tears welling, but pushed forward, taking it deeper, his throat muscles fluttering wildly around the intrusion. "Yeah, take it all, Omega. Choke on it."
Stiles zoomed in closer, capturing the tears tracking through the mess on Derek’s cheeks, the desperate bulge in his throat as Scott’s cock stretched him. "Fuck, Hale," Stiles muttered, his own breathing quickening. "You look… wrecked. In the best possible way." He panned the camera down Derek’s arched back, lingering on the glistening cleft of his ass, slick shining in the dim light, dripping onto the carpet. "His ass is still dripping, Scott. Looks fucking hungry."
Scott growled, the sound vibrating through Derek’s skull. "It is." He pulled Derek’s head off his cock with a wet, sucking pop. Derek gasped, coughing, saliva and pre-cum stringing from his lips to Scott’s glistening shaft. "Enough sucking for now," Scott commanded, his voice rough. "Time for the main event. On your hands and knees. Ass up. Show Stiles what a greedy hole you have."
Derek scrambled to obey, his movements clumsy with need. He pushed himself up from Stiles’ legs, turning clumsily onto his hands and knees on the carpet, presenting his ass high in the air. His hole pulsed visibly, slick glistening, dripping down his inner thighs. He pushed his hips back in a silent, desperate invitation.
"Get that," Scott ordered Stiles, nodding towards Derek’s exposed ass. "Get how wet he is."
Stiles moved quickly, circling Derek, the phone’s light illuminating the glistening pink furl, the way it clenched and relaxed rhythmically, weeping slick. He zoomed in until the image filled the screen – an intimate, obscene close-up of Derek’s needy entrance. "Holy shit," Stiles breathed, his free hand unconsciously adjusting his own hardening cock. "It’s… fucking leaking, Scott. Like a faucet."
Scott moved behind Derek, his thick cock jutting proudly, flushed and dripping. He gripped Derek’s hips firmly, his thumbs spreading Derek’s cheeks wider, exposing him utterly. The camera captured every detail – the stretched rim, the glistening wetness coating Derek’s inner thighs, Scott’s blunt cockhead nudging against the entrance. "Tell the camera what you want, Omega," Scott commanded, his voice a dark caress.
Derek whimpered, pushing his hips back harder, trying to impale himself. "Need it!" he cried, his voice cracking. "Need your cock, Alpha! Fuck me! Please! Stuff me full!"
Scott didn’t tease. He lined up and thrust forward in one powerful, brutal motion. The thick shaft speared into Derek’s slick channel, sinking balls-deep with obscene ease. Derek screamed, back arching violently, his hands scrabbling at the carpet. The camera caught the moment of penetration – the way Derek’s hole stretched impossibly wide around Scott’s girth before swallowing him whole, the ripple of muscle, the spray of slick forced out by the invasion.
"Yeah!" Scott roared, immediately setting a punishing pace. He pulled back almost to the tip and slammed home again, hard enough to make Derek lurch forward. Wet, rhythmic slaps filled the room as Scott’s hips pistoned, his balls slapping against Derek’s ass cheeks. Stiles moved frantically, circling them, capturing the action from different angles: the sweat dripping down Scott’s straining back, Derek’s face contorted in ecstasy-pain, his mouth hanging open in silent screams, the obscene joining where Scott’s thick cock disappeared into Derek’s clenching, slick-smeared hole.
"Fuck! Scott! Yes!" Derek babbled, pushing back desperately against each thrust. "Harder! Fill me up! Breed me!" His neglected cock bounced heavily beneath him, leaking pre-cum onto the carpet.
Stiles crouched low, angling the phone upwards, capturing Derek’s flushed, desperate face. "Look at him," Stiles said, his voice tight with his own arousal. "Look how fucking gone he is for your cock, Scott." He shifted again, moving to Derek’s side. Without preamble, he shoved the head of his own stiffening cock against Derek’s slack, spit-slicked lips. "Open up, Hale. Show the camera how good you suck cock too."
Derek’s heat-hazed eyes focused blearily on Stiles’ cock. His Omega instincts screamed serve. He lunged forward, taking Stiles’ length into his mouth with the same desperate hunger he’d shown Scott. He sucked hard, tongue swirling, hollowing his cheeks, gagging slightly as Stiles pushed deeper. The camera, held precariously, captured it all: Derek’s lips stretched around Stiles’ cock, saliva dripping, his eyes rolling back as Scott hammered his ass from behind. The wet, sloppy sounds of Derek sucking Stiles mingled with the rhythmic slap of Scott’s hips and Derek’s choked moans.
"Fuck yeah," Stiles groaned, thrusting shallowly into Derek’s hot mouth. He angled the phone to capture the dual penetration – cock disappearing into Derek’s mouth while Scott’s pistoned relentlessly into his ass. "Look at that, Scott! Look at him take us both!"
Scott’s thrusts became shorter, harder, deeper, grinding against Derek’s prostate with brutal precision. Derek screamed around Stiles’ cock, his body convulsing. His ass clamped down like a vice on Scott’s shaft, milking it frantically. Stiles felt Derek’s throat constrict around him, the vibrations triggering his own climax. "Gonna come!" Stiles gasped, pulling Derek’s head down hard. "Swallow it, Derek! Take it!"
Hot jets of cum flooded Derek’s mouth. He gagged but swallowed convulsively, tears streaming down his face as Stiles emptied himself down his throat. The violent swallowing triggered Derek’s own orgasm. His cock pulsed wildly, untouched, splattering thick ropes of cum onto the carpet beneath him. His ass clenched and spasmed wildly around Scott’s buried cock.
Scott roared, burying himself to the hilt one final time. His hips jerked erratically as he came, pumping thick pulses of cum deep into Derek’s clenching heat. He held himself there, grinding, as he emptied himself, filling Derek until more slick and seed leaked out around the joining.
They collapsed in a heap. Derek slumped face-first onto the carpet, Stiles’ softening cock slipping from his lips. Scott leaned heavily over him, still buried deep, breathing ragged. Stiles lowered the phone, his hand trembling, the screen showing a frozen image of Derek’s face, blissed-out and utterly wrecked, cum glistening on his chin. The only sounds were their harsh breathing and the wet drip of fluids onto the carpet.
Stiles stared at the phone screen, then at the trembling pile of limbs beside him. He swallowed hard, a shaky grin spreading across his face. "Okay," he breathed, his voice hoarse. "Private collection secured." He thumbed the screen off, plunging the room back into near-darkness, the scent of sex and satisfaction hanging heavy in the air. Derek whimpered softly, the heat still a low thrum beneath the exhaustion, but utterly sated for now. Scott’s hand settled possessively on Derek’s hip, a low rumble of contentment in his chest. The silence stretched, thick and sticky, filled with the unspoken shift in their tangled dynamic.