by D. J. Heart
“Scott and I will work it out in the way that suits us best. It has nothing to do with you, though I appreciate your concern,” Scott heard Derek say, his voice cool and firm. All alpha. It sent a shiver of desire up his spine, which Scott tried his best to tamp down. He was eavesdropping, not getting off.
“We understand that. We just wanted to say that we see a big difference in him. He’s happy, and he wasn’t the last time we saw him. We’re just relieved you noticed and that you did something about it.” It was his dad talking. Scott was surprised. He’d thought he’d sold his parents on his acceptance of his relationship terms, but apparently they knew him better than he thought.
“I want Scott to be happy. I’m his alpha. Was there anything else?” Derek said, sounding uncomfortable. Scott smiled, knowing how much Derek hated to be put on the spot like this.
“No, that was it. Have fun on your date,” his mom said. Realizing that the conversation was over, Scott hurried back to the front door. The look Derek gave him when he came back told him that the alpha had known exactly what he’d done.
“Are you ready to go?” Derek asked, walking right up to him and sliding an arm around his waist. Scott leaned into him and nodded.
He said goodbye to his parents, letting Derek lead him out to his car.
“Sorry about them,” he said as Derek pulled out of the driveway. Derek turned to look at him, a small smile on his face.
“They care about you. It’s natural,” he said, reaching out to grip the back of Scott’s neck and giving it a firm little squeeze. Scott sank into the touch, a shudder running through him.
Derek kept his hand where it was, thumb rubbing little circles under his ear as they drove. Scott felt boneless and relaxed, enjoying his alpha’s touch.
“We’re here,” Derek said after a while, removing his hand. Scott's neck felt cold where Derek’s firm fingers and palm had rested. He opened his eyes, not recognizing the parking lot or building. Derek gave his shoulder a squeeze before he jumped out of the car, moving around to open Scott’s door.
Scott got out, Derek pulling him under his arm and holding his waist. It was intimate and warm, Derek’s fingers curled possessively over his hip. He looked around, wondering which part of town they were in. He hadn’t paid attention at all during the drive.
“Come on,” Derek said, leading him toward the restaurant. They stepped through a pair of dark double doors, the interior dimly lit and quiet. Scott looked up at Derek, the alpha shooting him a smile before walking up to the hostess.
To Scott’s surprise, the beta just nodded and Derek and gestured for them to follow, leading them into the restaurant without a word. Scott looked around, impressed by the sheer class of the place. He was glad he’d dressed up, and he wondered if Derek felt out of place.
Every table he could see was occupied, and more than a few impeccably dressed people glanced up and stared just a little too long at Derek. Scott blushed, while Derek ignored it all. He seemed perfectly comfortable in his skin, strutting across the floor like he owned the place.
The hostess led them to a secluded booth near the back, hidden away from view of the rest of the tables.
“Your waiter will be with you shortly,” she said, doing a weird little half-bow before walking away.
The table was circular, and when they sat down Derek pressed in close so that their thighs were pushed together, Derek leaning his arm behind Scott’s back. Scott felt like he was drowning in alpha, and he loved it.
Trying to pull himself together, Scott picked up his menu and opened it. There were no prices listed, and only a handful of dishes to choose from. It was like no restaurant Scott had ever been to.
“Have you been here before?” he asked Derek, reading through the choices on the menu. The alpha didn’t answer. Scott looked up, startled to find Derek’s face just inches from his own, the alpha’s lips capturing his in a searing kiss.
It felt like Derek was claiming him all over again, except this time it was torturously slow and thorough. Curling his arm in tight, Derek held Scott’s head in the nook of his elbow as he explored his mouth, free hand coming to rest on Scott’s chest, finding his nipple through his shirt and tweaking it.
Scott forgot where they were and what they were doing, letting his alpha play his body like an instrument. It wasn’t until Derek pulled away, a self-satisfied smirk on his face, that he realized they had an audience. Their waiter was standing a few feet away, looking out at the main floor of the restaurant as he waited for Derek to finish ravaging Scott’s mouth.
Didn’t he know it was rude to interrupt? Scott thought uncharitably, blushing crimson.
“We’ll have the special, with whatever wine you’d recommend,” Derek said, beckoning the young man closer and handing him their menus. He hadn’t even opened his. The waiter smiled and nodded, not bothering to write down their order.
“Anything else, sir?”
“No. Thank you,” Derek said, the waiter nodding graciously before walking away.
“That was rude,” Scott said, scowling after the man. Derek frowned and pulled away, looking down at Scott with a defensive expression.
“I was not,” he said, indignant.
“Not you,” Scott said, “Him. The waiter. He shouldn’t interrupt people like that.”
Scott knew that he was being petulant, but he couldn’t help it. Kissing Derek had been amazing, and he was annoyed that he’d been interrupted for something as trivial as food.
Derek laughed. “He didn’t interrupt. I called him over. We’re here to eat, aren’t we?” He pulled Scott back into his body, chest rumbling with laughter.
Scott blushed, shaking his head. “Oh. I guess that’s okay, then.”
Derek didn’t answer, leaning down and kissing him again. His lips were soft and full, his tongue slow and aggressive. He licked his way carefully into Scott’s mouth, pushing away his tongue and doing exactly as he pleased. Scott let him lead, loving every minute of the casual domination.
This wasn’t embarrassing or degrading. This was just fun. If there was one thing Scott had learned since he and Derek started fucking, it was that he liked when Derek took control and ran the show. Not having to think, just relaxing into what Derek wanted… it was a type of bliss that Scott loved, and it had nothing to do with wearing a collar or asking Derek for permission to see his friends. Just pure, sexual submission, untainted by oppressive traditions and unfair expectations.
“What?” Derek asked, pulling back with an inquisitive look.
“What?” Scott said, having no idea what Derek was asking.
“You’re smiling,” Derek said, lips pulling up in his own self-satisfied grin. Scott blushed, looking down. He was happy, so it was no wonder he was smiling. This was what he wanted. The freedom to live his life as he chose, while having this with Derek. He just hoped the alpha wouldn’t fuck it up or change his mind.
“I don’t know. I guess I’m just happy,” he said, choking back a moan as Derek palmed his crotch, fingers finding his shaft through the wool of his pants and gripping it tight. Fuck, that felt good.
“Me too,” Derek said, tightening his grip. The waiter, obviously keeping an eye out, used the break in their making out to come over with the wine. He hesitated before pouring Scott a glass, but Derek nodded that it was okay. Scott squirmed, Derek massaging his cock under the table, sitting straight and calm like nothing was going on. Scott was going to come in his pants if the alpha didn’t let go soon.
The waiter left, leaving the bottle of wine as well as a flask of sparkling water, Derek getting firmer and firmer with his palm as he ground it down on Scott’s cock. He was relentless with his ministrations, like he wanted Scott to come in his pants.
“If you don’t stop that I’m going to come,” Scott whispered, the words a fervent warning. Derek grinned, wolf-like, and didn’t let up in the slightest.
“Would that be so bad?” he asked, popping the button on Scott’s pants and pushing his hand down in
to his underwear. Scott gasped, looking around to make sure no one was looking. They weren’t. “To come in your pants, getting your underwear all sticky with your little load? Licking my fingers clean…”
Scott bit his teeth and came hard, shooting his load into his briefs and Derek’s hand, Derek’s tight grip milking his cock as he struggled not to make a sound. The pleasure was intense and overwhelming, and he found himself holding his breath simply to prevent himself from screaming out in pleasure.
“Good boy,” Derek leaned in and whispered, breath hot against Scott’s neck.
Scott shuddered, leaning back and letting out the breath he’d been holding. Derek pulled his hand out of his pants. His fingers were shiny with Scott’s load, and Scott could feel the wetness in his underwear clinging to his now-spent cock. It was the dirtiest and most wonderful thing he’d ever felt, and Derek looked so smug he almost wanted to punch him.
Derek held his hand out between them, palm up to reveal a small pool of come. He didn’t say anything—didn’t demand anything—but Scott knew what he wanted. What would make him happy.
He wanted it too.
Leaning down, all the while making eye contact, Scott took Derek’s wrist in his hands and brought his palm up, dipping his tongue into his own come and lapping it into his mouth. It was salty and bland, thinner than an alpha’s sperm, but eating it out of Derek’s hand it might as well have been manna. He licked Derek’s big hand clean, dragging his tongue over calloused skin, the alpha going still. When he was finished, he leaned back, lips wet and glistening with his own seed. Derek’s eyes were wide, his breath fast and shallow.
For effect, wanting to see Derek react, Scott licked his lip, wetting them with his own glistening seed. Derek’s nostrils flared before he pounced, grabbing Scott under his arms and pulling him up to straddle his lap as he clashed their mouths together. This time it was rough and hungry, Derek’s huge bulge hard and unavoidable under his ass. Scott ground his body down, Derek biting his lip in punishment.
The sharp sting of pain was like an electric jolt running down his spine. Strange and exotic, going straight to his cock. He ground down again, more deliberate, making sure that Derek knew what he was doing. Knew why he was doing it.
He wanted to be punished.
Nothing big. He didn’t want anything extreme. But that sharp little sting of Derek’s teeth… he wanted to feel that again. Needed to.
Grinning, getting exactly what Scott wanted, Derek reached up between him with both hands and found his nipples. Scott held his breath, and just like that Derek pinched and pulled his sensitive little nubs, making stars explode in front of his eyes. It hurt, but at the same time it felt better than anything.
He moaned, loud and lost in pleasure.
A hand pushed over his mouth, Derek grinning and sliding him off his lap. Blushing, Scott let himself be moved. He looked down at Derek’s lap, the bulge in his leather pants bigger and harder than ever.
It was unfair that Derek hadn’t had an orgasm yet, he reasoned, looking around to once again make sure no one was watching. They still had their privacy, Derek looking amused and hungry. Scott decided to go for it. He slid to the floor, knees cushioned by the luxurious carpet, and turned into the V of Derek’s thighs. The alpha stared down at him, expression shocked and then proud, legs parting as he leaned back.
Resting his hands on Derek’s powerful thighs, leather warm and smooth under his fingers, Scott slid his hands up toward Derek’s crotch, feeling the bulge of his penis under his palm. It was big and hard, and Scott gave it a firm squeeze before leaning down and licking it. The taste of leather bloomed on his tongue. Derek grasping and reaching down to curl his fingers in Scott’s hair, and he did it again. This time he closed his lips over the shaft, wetting the leather with his drool and sucking. Derek tugged on his hair, moving him up and down the length of his cock while he thrust his crotch up into Scott’s face.
“Take it out,” Derek ordered, tugging on Scott’s hair and pulling him up. Scott looked up at his alpha, so massive and in control, his pupils blown wide open, dark with arousal. He obeyed slowly, taking his time freeing the massive shaft, letting it bounce up and catching it with his mouth before it could land on Derek’s abs.
Derek tasted salty, the smell of alpha musk filling his nose. Scott filled his hands with Derek’s sac, rolling the big testicles around in his hand, and pushed his mouth down onto Derek’s huge cock.
Big and unyielding, Derek’s cock slid over his tongue and pushed toward the back of his throat, making him gag before he forced himself to take it all.
“Fuck,” Derek growled, Scott swallowing his cock all the way to the base of his knot. He could barely get it in his mouth, but his effort was rewarded and now Derek was filling his throat to the max. Wanting to make it good, to show Derek how good he could be, Scott started humming and working the muscles in his throat. He could go a good forty seconds without air before it became uncomfortable, and he was going to use every second of that time to make Derek feel good.
“I’m going to come,” Derek warned, hands tightening in Scott’s hair.
Scott could feel the alpha’s balls pulling up tight, readying to shoot his load. If Derek came like this, knot buried in his mouth, he would tie behind Scott’s teeth. About to panic, not wanting Derek’s knot stuck in his mouth, Scott was relieved when Derek pulled all but the head of his cock free of Scott’s lips. He gasped for breath, then started sucking Derek’s head for all he was worth.
“Fuck,” Derek snarled, cock exploding into orgasm. Thick ropes of come shot into Scott’s mouth, filling him almost faster than he could swallow. There was so much of it! He was almost sad that the magnificent load was being wasted on his belly. He could almost feel it filling him up, Derek’s knot stretching him wide…
“Holy shit,” Derek said, Scott having milked the last of his come from his cock. “That was amazing.” He tucked his cock back into his pants, making no move to help Scott up. Not that Scott wanted him to. He leaned his head on Derek’s thigh, the smell of leather and alpha filling his nose, closing his eyes in contentment.
This part of being an omega he liked. Being used and taken care of in equal measure. The give and take of domination and submission. If Derek could be happy being equals in the real world, than Scott would be more than happy to give him this in the bedroom. Would be delighted to.
Nuzzling his nose into Derek’s inner thigh, Scott let his mind go blank, enjoying the afterglow.
***
Derek couldn’t believe how well things were going. Scott was being perfect. Better than Derek ever could have hoped for. Sitting between his legs, happily humming to himself as he nuzzled his alpha’s crotch, he was everything Derek had ever wanted.
Well, not everything… But if this is what Scott was willing to offer up in exchange for his freedom, then it was a trade Derek was happy to make. It would sting his pride not to have the visible claim of a collar—of not being in charge—but in the end it was a small price to pay for Scott's happiness. Of being at peace with both their families.
Scott stayed where he was until the food came, at which point he reluctantly took a seat next to Derek as the waiter served them. It was delicious as always, but compared to the recent pleasure of Scott’s lips around his cock, nothing could really measure up.
They ate slowly, not talking, sitting close and enjoying each other’s company. It was peaceful and perfect, and Derek hoped that they could hold on to this. This peace. That they could find a way to preserve it and make them work.
He was sure that they could.
The End
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