Chapter 3: Morning Claiming
The scent of pine and old paper filled Derek’s nostrils as consciousness seeped back. Warmth radiated against his spine, a solid furnace pressed flush against him. Scott’s arm was a heavy, comforting weight across his waist, fingers splayed possessively over his hipbone. But the most insistent sensation was the thick, hot length nestled firmly between his ass cheeks, already hard and pulsing faintly against his slick skin. Derek shifted minutely, a low groan rumbling in his own throat as the movement caused the rigid shaft to drag against his dripping hole.
Behind him, Scott stirred. A deep, sleepy inhale ruffled the hair at Derek’s nape. The arm tightened, pulling Derek impossibly closer. Scott’s hips rolled forward instinctively, grinding his cockhead against Derek’s entrance with a rough, delicious friction that sent sparks shooting up Derek’s spine.
“Fuck,” Scott breathed, his voice thick with sleep, gravelly and low. “Morning, Omega.”
Before Derek could even form a coherent reply, strong hands were gripping his shoulders, flipping him onto his back with surprising ease. Scott loomed over him, the dim morning light filtering through the blinds catching the planes of his chest, the defined ridges of his abdomen. Sleep-tousled dark hair fell across his forehead, and his brown eyes, though still hooded, burned with sudden, intense heat. He crashed his mouth down onto Derek’s, a kiss that was less gentle greeting and more claiming possession. Derek moaned into it, arching up, his hands finding purchase on Scott’s broad back, fingers digging into hard muscle.
Scott’s tongue invaded, demanding and deep. His hips settled between Derek’s thighs, the heavy weight of his erection pressing insistently against Derek’s own hardness, then sliding lower, seeking the slick heat Derek could feel pooling between his cheeks. The blunt head nudged against Derek’s hole, slick with his own arousal, a promise of friction and fullness that made Derek whimper against Scott’s mouth.
Scott broke the kiss, panting slightly, his gaze locked onto Derek’s. His pupils were blown wide, dark pools of desire, but beneath the heat, Derek saw a flicker of that ingrained responsibility, the Alpha’s protective instinct warring with raw need. Scott’s hand slid down Derek’s flank, over his hip, fingers tracing the curve of his ass before dipping lower, finding the slickness coating Derek’s cleft. He gathered the wetness on his fingertips, his touch deliberate, almost reverent.
“Christ, Derek,” Scott rasped, his voice rough. He held Derek’s gaze, his thumb circling Derek’s fluttering entrance, slicking it further. The pressure was maddening, teasing. Derek’s hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more. “You’re fucking drenched.” Scott leaned down, his breath hot against Derek’s ear. “Do you want me to fuck you?” The question was low, urgent, but clear. “Right now? Like this? Tell me.”
The question, simple and direct, sent a fresh wave of slick gushing from Derek’s hole. He didn’t need words. His body screamed its answer. But he met Scott’s intense stare, letting the raw hunger show in his own eyes. “God, yes, Scott,” he gasped, his voice thick with need. “Fuck me. Please. Need your cock inside me. Now.”
The ‘please’ seemed to shatter Scott’s last vestige of hesitation. A low growl vibrated in his chest, primal and possessive. He shifted his weight, aligning himself. The broad, slick head of his cock pressed firmly against Derek’s entrance. Derek braced, breath catching, every nerve ending focused on that point of contact. Scott pushed forward, slow but inexorable.
The stretch was immediate, intense. Derek gasped, his head falling back against the pillow, eyes squeezing shut. Scott’s cock was thick, unforgiving, breaching him inch by glorious inch. The friction burned deliciously, the pressure building deep inside him. Scott groaned, a deep, guttural sound, his hands gripping Derek’s hips hard enough to bruise. “Fuck… so fucking tight… soaking wet… taking me so good…”
He pushed deeper, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth, powerful thrust. Derek cried out, a sharp, ragged sound ripped from his throat as he was filled completely, stretched impossibly wide around Scott’s girth. The sensation was overwhelming – the deep ache of penetration, the slick heat, the sheer fullness of Scott buried inside him. His own cock jerked, leaking pre-come onto his stomach untouched.
Scott paused, buried deep, letting Derek adjust, his own breath coming in harsh pants. He leaned down, capturing Derek’s mouth again in a searing kiss, swallowing his whimpers. When he pulled back, his eyes were blazing. “You feel fucking incredible,” he growled. “Like hot velvet wrapped around my dick.”
Then he moved. Pulling back almost all the way, leaving Derek feeling achingly empty for a split second before slamming back in with brutal force. Derek’s cry was muffled against Scott’s shoulder. The pace Scott set was relentless, powerful thrusts that drove the breath from Derek’s lungs. Each inward plunge sent shockwaves of pleasure-pain radiating through his core. The slap of skin on skin filled the room, punctuated by Scott’s ragged grunts and Derek’s choked moans.
Scott shifted Derek’s legs higher, hooking them over his elbows, opening him wider, sinking impossibly deeper. The new angle made Scott’s cockhead drag directly over that sweet, sensitive spot inside him. Derek saw stars. “Oh fuck! Right there! Scott, right fucking there!” he screamed, his body convulsing.
“Yeah?” Scott gritted out, his rhythm faltering for a moment as he focused on hitting that spot again, harder. “That’s it, Omega. Take it. Take my cock.” He pistoned into Derek, each thrust deliberate, aimed perfectly. The force rocked Derek up the bed. The headboard thumped rhythmically against the wall. Sweat slicked both their bodies, the scent of sex, musk, and pine thick in the air.
The pressure inside Derek built with terrifying speed. It wasn’t just pleasure; it was a tidal wave cresting, fueled by the relentless pounding against his prostate and the sheer animalistic dominance radiating from Scott. His balls tightened, drawing up against his body. His cock, untouched and achingly hard, pulsed violently. Scott’s thrusts became shorter, harder, more frantic. His growls turned into ragged snarls.
Derek’s vision whited out. "Fuck, Scott, I’m gonna—" he choked, the relentless slam of Scott’s hips driving him towards the edge. His cock jerked violently, untouched, dripping onto his stomach. Scott’s rhythm faltered, his snarls becoming guttural roars. "Yeah? Cum for me, Omega. Show me."
Suddenly, Scott wrenched his cock free with a slick, obscene pop. Derek cried out at the abrupt emptiness, trembling. "On your knees. Now," Scott ordered, voice ragged but commanding, flipping Derek’s slick body over with rough hands. Derek scrambled, ass high, face pressed into the rumpled sheets still damp from last night. He felt exposed, vulnerable, his hole clenching around nothing, slick dripping down his thighs.
Scott’s calloused palm landed hard on Derek’s ass cheek, a sharp sting that made him gasp. "Fucking perfect," Scott growled, aligning his thick cockhead once more with Derek’s glistening entrance. He didn’t tease. He drove forward in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the root. Derek screamed into the mattress, the angle impossibly deep, Scott’s balls slapping against his own. "Take it all, you hungry little cunt," Scott snarled, setting a punishing pace, his grip bruising on Derek’s hips.
The new angle was devastating. Scott’s cock raked Derek’s prostate with every piston-like thrust. The brutal fullness, Scott’s dominance radiating through the grip on his hips, the sharp scent of sex thick in the air—it overwhelmed Derek’s senses. He couldn't hold back. His spine arched; a raw, broken sound tore from his throat as his cock erupted untouched. Thick ropes of cum splattered the sheets beneath him, his body convulsing violently around Scott’s invading cock.
"Oh fuck, Derek!" Scott roared, Derek’s clenching cunt milking him mercilessly. The rhythmic spasms pulled Scott’s climax right out of him. He slammed deep, grinding hard as thick jets of cum flooded Derek’s ass, hot and endless, his roar echoing off the walls. He collapsed forward, his weight pressing Derek into the mattress, both panting, slick with sweat and come.
Silence fell, broken only by their ragged breathing and the wet squelch of Scott still buried deep. Slowly, Scott softened inside him, his weight lifting slightly. Derek whimpered as Scott’s softening cock slipped free, leaving him feeling gaped and dripping. He felt Scott shift behind him.
Derek rolled onto his back, chest heaving. He saw Scott kneeling between his legs, the Alpha’s cock glistening wetly with Derek’s slick and their combined release, already plumping again. Without hesitation, Derek surged forward. He took Scott’s thick, messy cock into his mouth in one smooth motion, tongue laving over the sensitive head, cleaning his own slick and Scott’s salty spend.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Scott groaned, his head falling back, eyes slamming shut at the sudden, expert heat of Derek’s mouth. His fingers tangled roughly in Derek’s dark hair. Derek hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the shaft, lapping up every drop, his lips stretched obscenely wide. He moaned around the intrusion, the filthy taste sending another jolt through his own spent body.
Scott’s hips jerked involuntarily. "Ah, fuck! That mouth…" he gasped, his knuckles white in Derek’s hair, forcing him down until his nose pressed into Scott’s dark curls. Derek relaxed his throat, taking him deeper, gagging slightly but working his tongue frantically along the thick vein underneath. Scott’s cock hardened rapidly, throbbing against Derek’s palate. "Suck it, Omega. Clean it all up." Derek obeyed, bobbing his head, saliva and slick dripping down his chin.
The sight, the wet sounds, the sheer obscenity of Derek eagerly swallowing their mess undid Scott completely.
The sight, the wet sounds, the sheer obscenity of Derek eagerly swallowing their mess undid Scott completely. Raw need surged through him, primal and demanding. He snapped his hips forward without warning, plunging his thickening cock back down Derek’s willing throat.
Derek choked, saliva bubbling around the intrusive girth stretching his lips wide. Scott’s fingers tightened viciously in his hair, holding him impaled. "Suck it deeper, Omega," Scott growled, voice thick. Each brutal thrust forced Derek’s nose deeper into Scott’s coarse pubic hair, the salty-slick taste flooding his senses.
The rhythmic invasion was punishing – a wet, gagging symphony punctuated by Scott’s ragged grunts. Derek’s eyes watered, throat muscles clenching spasmodically around the invading shaft. He fought for breath through his nose, submitting entirely, letting Scott use his mouth like a cunt. Scott’s balls slapped against Derek’s chin with every forceful drive.
Abruptly, Scott wrenched his slick cock free with a wet pop. Derek gasped, coughing, strings of spit and pre-come connecting his lips to Scott’s glistening head. "Enough," Scott rasped, already scrambling back against the dark wood headboard. He sat upright, legs spread, his cock rigid and flushed, jutting aggressively from his lap. "Ride me. Now."
Derek didn’t hesitate. A hungry grin spread across his flushed face as he clambered over Scott’s powerful thighs. His own slick was already dripping, coating Scott’s thick shaft as he positioned himself. He sank down slowly, taking the massive head first, a sharp gasp escaping him as it breached his stretched rim. "Fuck, you’re huge," Derek breathed, sinking deeper, feeling the incredible stretch.
He seated himself fully, impaled to the root, Scott’s cock a burning anchor inside him. "So fucking tight," Scott groaned, hands gripping Derek’s ass cheeks, spreading them. "Move that perfect ass." Derek braced his hands on Scott’s broad shoulders, lifting himself nearly off before slamming back down hard. A guttural moan tore from Scott’s throat as Derek’s slick hole milked him.
Derek found a frantic rhythm, bouncing hard and fast, his own neglected cock slapping against Scott’s sweat-slicked abs with each descent. The angle was brutal; Scott’s cockhead hammered his prostate relentlessly. "Oh God! Right there! Fucking wreck me!" Derek cried, his body shuddering. Scott’s hands guided his hips, forcing him down harder, deeper. "Take it all, you greedy slut," Scott snarled, watching Derek’s expression shatter with each powerful thrust upwards.
The dual sensation – the deep, internal pounding and the friction of his cock grinding against Scott’s defined abs – was overwhelming. Derek’s rhythm faltered, his movements becoming jerky, desperate. "Gonna cum! Scott, fuck, I’m—" His warning cut off in a strangled cry. His spine arched violently as thick ropes of cum erupted, splattering hot across Scott’s chest and neck, untouched.
The sudden, fierce clenching of Derek’s slick channel around his cock tipped Scott over the edge instantly. "FUCK!" he roared, slamming Derek down hard one last time, grinding deep as his own orgasm ripped through him. Thick pulses of cum flooded Derek’s ass, hot and endless. Derek slumped forward, trembling, his head resting on Scott’s shoulder, both gasping, covered in sweat and Derek’s spend.
Scott’s softening cock slipped free as Derek shifted, a trickle of their combined release seeping down his inner thigh. The scent of sex, musk, and pine was overwhelming. Scott’s hand drifted possessively over Derek’s slick back. Silence settled, heavy and complete, broken only by their ragged breaths. Outside the window, the morning light grew stronger, illuminating the mess they’d made. Derek felt the sticky warmth cooling on Scott’s skin beneath his cheek. Scott’s fingers traced idle patterns on Derek’s spine. Neither spoke; words felt unnecessary. The weight of what had just happened, the raw power of it, hung thick in the air. Derek’s muscles trembled with residual aftershocks. Scott’s heartbeat thudded slow and steady against him. The stillness felt charged. Fragile. Like the calm after a lightning strike.