07 2 / 2014
Anonymous asked: Scerek daddy kink to be exact. ( Ignore my other ask)
"Derek, stop teasing me!" He was held against Derek’s chest, hands against the wall, with Derek’s crotch rubbing against his ass. His own hardness was only rubbed periodically, mostly ignored, and Scott ached for more. "Derek, please!"
Derek nipped his earlobe, tutting. “That’s not what we say, Scott. What do we say?” he whispered into his ear.
Scott shivered. Dammit. It just slipped out once when they were going at it rough, and Derek was just hitting his prostate over and over, and it just….slipped out. He didn’t mean to say it. “Please….daddy.” He felt his face flush red with embarrassment. But the upside of his not-so-secret-anymore kink was that Derek liked it. He liked it a lot. And maybe he got off on the the humiliation of saying it, forcing the word out of his mouth like it hurt. Maybe but you wouldn’t get him to admit. Guess they were both types of fucked up.
Derek nipped his earlobe harder. “Good, boy,” he growled, pulling off and discarding Scott’s pants. “Spread your legs for daddy, Scott.”
Scott whined and obeyed. “Please, daddy, fuck me!”
Derek reached over and stroked Scott’s neglected cock, kissing his neck. “Patience, Scott. Daddy’s going to treat you real good, kay? You’re going to stand there while I fuck you and I better not see you move.” He grabbed the lube and slicked up his fingers before shoving two fingers inside. “Still a bit loose from last time,” he purred.
Scott so badly wanted to move but he had his orders, so he bit his lip and did his best to not thrust back. He almost howled when Derek finally pushed his cock in. “Daddy, oh, fuck!”
"Wanna hear you shout it, Scott. Be a good boy and let me hear those beautiful noises," he growled, eyes flashing blue for a second.
"Daddy, daddy, daddy…!" He chanted as Derek fucked him, his claws digging into the wall. "Harder, daddy, harder!"
Derek smirked. “Such a greedy little boy.” He gripped his hips tight as he moved faster and faster. “Paint the walls, Scott. Want to see my boy come.”
Scott shuddered and gasped as he came. He would have collapsed if Derek wasn’t holding him up. He could only watch with a dazed look as Derek milked his sensitive cock, white dripping on the blue wall. “Made a mess…” he muttered.
"You did. Made a mess of daddy’s place. Gonna clean it up?" He pulled out, letting Scott drop to his knees. He watched as the younger boy leaned down on all fours and lap up his come. He cursed as he came onto Scott’s back. He just grinned when Scott glared up at him. "Don’t worry, daddy’s going to get you all cleaned up. Bath sound good?"
Scott nodded as he stood up slowly, still a little wobbly on his feet. He pulled Derek into a hug, nuzzling his chest. “Thank you, Daddy.” He beamed up at him, leaning up for a kiss.