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Loving Derek had been one of the few things that had come naturally to Titch. The tricky part was letting Derek through his carefully constructed walls to show every part of himself. Titch was an alpha; he was supposed to be strong and aggressive, the protector, never showing weakness. That was what the world told him he was supposed to be, so he was. It didn’t matter how it felt like he was betraying his instincts, Titch needed to be the strong alpha because if he wasn’t, then what was he?
The answer came a few weeks after Derek and Titch started officially dating. They were lying out on the porch swing, enjoying the cool evening breeze. Dressed in Derek’s hoodie, Titch happily laid between Derek’s legs, back and head pressed against the omega’s chest. Listening as Derek talked about some recent TikTok drama that didn’t affect the two of them. To be honest, Titch wasn’t listening all that hard, too focused on the hand running through his hair. It seemed like Derek was always finding an excuse to play with Titch’s hair. Not that he ever minded, he could feel the day’s tension falling from his body as he inhaled more of the pansy and honey scent that was his boyfriend. It mixed with Titch’s scent of rain and mud in a way that made the blonde sleepy. When he felt Derek’s chest move with a laugh, Titch didn’t even open his eyes to ask.
“What’s so funny?” He mumbled.
“I just realized what you remind me of.” Derek giggled, still running his hand through Titch’s hair.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Titch mused, a bit more awake now.
Pressing a kiss to the top of the alpha’s hair before replying. “A guard dog, love.”
Titch sat up to look at Derek. “A guard dog? Why a guard dog?” He asked more amused than anything.
That’s when Derek's soft smile turned into more of a smirk. “Well, you are protective of those you love, seem scary or mean to outsiders…” Derek’s voice got low and the grip in Titch’s hair got a little tighter. “But for a select few, you’re loyal and submissive. Following orders like the good boy you are.”
The words “Good boy” uncovered something in Titch’s brain that he had buried so long ago, hands tightened their hold on Derek’s shirt. He hid his face into the crook of Derek’s neck, trying and failing to muffle the whine that spilled from him. He couldn’t hide from Derek as he continued, still petting Titch.
“You act all tough and menacing, but that’s all it is. An act of protection to protect yourself and others.”
Derek pulled Titch’s face with both hands to make him look at him. Light brown eyes peering into dark green ones. Titch’s face was flushed with embarrassment, he could feel his blood rushing south.
“You don’t have to keep the act up all the time, love. You can turn your brain off and just be my good boy.”
Titch’s eyes watered as Derek pressed soft kisses on Titch’s lips and face.
“Do you want that?” Derek asked between kisses. “Do you want to be my good boy?”
Those words broke something in Titch, represented by a filthy, needy whine. He dropped his head back to Derek’s shoulder.
“I need words, love.” Derek cooed into Titch’s ear, nipping at it.
“Please.” He cried, grinding his crotch into Derek’s thigh.
He felt Derek move then felt himself being picked up. A wave of humiliation shot through Titch. An alpha being carried by an omega? Absolutely embarrassing. Yet, in the warmth of Derek’s strong, capable arms, he couldn’t find it in him to care. Especially with the way Titch could bury his face into Derek’s scent glands and suck bruises into his neck. He grabbed tighter at his boyfriend’s shirt as if trying to rip it apart.
“Fuck— babe, I don’t think I can carry you upstairs if you— if you keep that up.” Derek moaned, pressing Titch’s back into the nearest wall.
“D—Don’t care.” He breathed, squirming in Derek’s hold. “I need to fuck you. Please! I’ll make you feel good– I’ll be so good.”
Derek’s breath hitched, then Titch felt himself being pulled away from the wall only to be pinned down to the couch. The taller pressing his thigh into the Alpha’s groin as he leaned down.
“You’re so cute like this, so desperate and eager to please.” Derek teased as he kissed Titch’s nose.
The praise went straight to Titch’s cock, causing him to hump against the thigh between his legs. Desperate whimpering falling from his mouth, as he pulled Derek’s shirt off. He then roughly pulled Derek into a kiss by his hair, trying to silence his own sounds.
The omega’s tongue explored his alpha’s mouth, smiling when he felt Titch continue to hump his thigh. He pressed his thigh down harder, drinking in the moans.
“You look so perfect like this, love. All stretched out and needy.” Derek praised, pulling off Titch’s shirt.
Titch grabbed at Derek’s waist, thumbing at the belt, a silent plea. One that Derek was pretending to not understand.
“What’s wrong, love?” Derek asked, a teasing smile on his face.
“Derek please!” He whined with a light tug to the omega’s belt.
“Please what, love?” Derek teased as he stroked Titch’s hair.
“I— I wanna touch you. Please let me make you feel good!!” The alpha begged, still grinding desperately against Derek’s leg.
“As you wish, pretty boy.” The taller man pressed a kiss to his boyfriend’s mouth before standing up to take off his trousers, underwear, and socks.
Titch whimpered from the lost but happily gawked at his boyfriend’s naked frame. He felt his dick twitch when he saw how soaked Derek’s boxers were. A sense of pride washing over him. He was doing a good job, his omega was happy with him. Titch quickly removed his own bottoms after a look from Derek.
The omega gently pushed the alpha back into a laying position as he straddled his thighs. The feeling of warm slick pooling on his legs made Titch’s dick stand at attention between them, leaking pre-cum.
“Down boy. Let me take care of you.” Derek whispered, as he ran one hand through blonde locks.
“Okay, I trust you.” Titch whispered back as he melted into the touch.
“Good boy,” Derek praised. “Now stay,” He commanded.
He reached behind and scooped some of his slick onto his hand. Before wrapping his hand around Titch’s cock, stroking it. Titch’s head rolled back against the couch.
“Love! Please!” Titch moaned, hands grasping at Derek’s hips. He was trying so hard to be good.
“Alright love.” Derek kissed Titch’s lips.
He then rose on his knees, using one hand to brace himself on Titch’s chest and the other to line up the blonde’s dick to his hole. Derek slowly lowered himself, he savoured every inch as he went. Feeling Titch’s hands gripping at his waist so hard it would leave bruises. The thought excited him; fingerprints and bite marks from his alpha never failed to excite him. The noises that fell from Titch’s lips made him clench around his alpha harder.
“Such a good alpha. You feel so good. ” Derek moaned as he bottomed out.
Titch’s fingers twitched on Derek’s waist, he was so desperately trying to stay still. It made Derek swell with pride. He could smell the mud and rain mixing pansy and honey in a way that had him grinding down on Titch’s cock.
“You feel so good.” The omega whined as he slowly rose up till Titch was almost completely out of him, then sank back down fully.
Derek repeated this action, getting faster each time. “So good for me. Fuck— your cock fills me up so well. Do you wanna fuck me now, alpha? Hmm? Fuck me so good?” He teased, looking down with dark eyes.
Titch nodded so fast he made Derek chuckle. “Go on then, love.”
The alpha sat up faster than he could blink. Ruthlessly rutting up into his mate as Derek took the opportunity to nip at his neck.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Titch muttered like a prayer as he continued his pace. Like fucking Derek deep and hard was a blessing.
Derek’s arms wrapped around his mate’s shoulders, hands tugging lightly at the strands of blonde strands. He pulled Titch into an openmouth kiss that was more tongues and teeth. Titch was hitting his prostate with every thrust, he could feel his dick leaking between them.
“Gon– gonna cum soon,” Titch grunted, “Can I cum? Please Omega! Please!” He begged.
“Not yet,” Derek ordered. “Only after I cum… can you do that for me pretty boy? Hmm?” He asked, head cocked to the side.
“Yes– yes I can do that.” Titch nodded, hand already stroking Derek’s cock in time with his thrusts.
Derek threw his head back in pleasure. “Yes, good boy! Just like that!” He praised, grinding his hips down harder.
The two continued like that for a while, just enjoying each other’s touch, presence, scent, taste, and sounds. This wasn’t just sex, this was two souls coming together in vulnerability and trust. Derek came hard a few moments later, Titch’s name on his lips as cum coated the two men’s stomachs.
“Good boy,” he praised, head falling to rest against Titch’s shoulder. “You can cum now, pretty boy.”
Titch thrusts got sloppier the more he continued. Nose buried in Derek scent glands, muffling his noises.
“Come on now, love. Fill me up nice and full like a good alpha.” Derek teased.
With a firm grip on Derek’s waist, Titch finally came so hard he saw stars, he practically screamed Derek’s name. The omega muttered praises inbetween pants as he felt Titch’s knot swell, locking the two together.
When they finally caught their breaths, Titch helped Derek slowly lay down on his chest against the couch, limbs tangled in limbs. Derek let out a satisfied yawn, snuggling into Titch’s chest.
“Thank you.” Titch whispered as he kissed the top of Derek’s head.
“For what?” The omega asked as he lifted up his head to look Titch in the eyes.
“For… for seeing me, I guess. I know I haven’t been the easiest person to be around… but you stayed and I appreciate that.”
Derek grinned before pressing a gentle kiss to Titch’s lips. “You don’t have to thank me for that. I love you and that’s how I show love.”
Titch didn’t respond, just pulled Derek into a tighter embrace, covered them with the blanket, and the two fell asleep.