“I want you to use me,” Derek had said while sitting astride John’s hips, his hole working like a diligent, wet mouth around the dick sitting so deep inside him, he could feel it in his belly.

John had blinked up at him in a daze, brain trying to figure out the mumbled jumble of words that had come out on one hitched breath – understanding made even harder by Derek’s long front teeth.

“I am using you, baby boy,” he murmured, big hand lovingly curling around Derek’s cock so he could lazily play with the foreskin – thumb moving it to and fro until Derek sobbed and his hips jerked.

“No,” he whispered and John watched how his face got dark with embarrassment beneath his black beard even as his hole gripped tighter; suckling him in and massaging his cock as Derek stilled and caught his breath. He leaned down and brought his lips close to John’s ear so he could whisper to him what he wanted from him, and the Sheriff would never get tired of how needy Derek was for cock, and what a delightfully lewd little creature he actually was.

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Derek didn’t even move when John’s hands curled around his ankles to pull his legs slowly apart, and for a moment John wondered whether this was staged – whether Derek played at being asleep just for the Sheriff’s benefit after a long, boring shift that had only been made bearable by Derek’s little messages throughout (messages in which he sent pictures of his hairy abs and pecs, nipples swollen almost obscenely after Derek had played with them for hours).

As it was, Derek didn’t sound as if he was faking it – he was snoring softly in that odd little way of his that John was pretty sure Derek had no idea he was doing.

It seemed like his boy really was at his mercy; his strong body laid out for John to do with as he pleased. Derek’s crack was a shadowy, tantalizing place that John would probably never get enough of and the fact that he could gently thumb the cheeks apart without Derek being aware of it was as amazing as it was exciting.

He’d never done anything like what he was doing now – his partners always had been wide awake and enthusiastically consenting; but they also never had been so desperate to submit as Derek obviously was.

The boy practically melted whenever John became just slightly assertive; always so desperate to be stuffed with cock.

John hummed under his breath in satisfaction as he gently petted along the furry darkness between Derek’s cheeks, stopping at that warm, well-explored space down below.

Derek’s hole opened a little to a curious, gentle press, and the Sheriff was reminded of a well-trained dog.

He leaned down, body leisurely stretching out between Derek’s legs, and breathed out warm air, watching the crisp, dark hair move. Derek made a noise at that – a deep, almost confused sound as he shifted and then settled once more.

John pressed a kiss against his boy’s ass, then let one hand wander further down, fingers slipping beneath Derek’s heavy sac lying there vulnerable and on display. It felt loose and warm in the Sheriff’s gently weighing hand and he could see the boy’s hole start to work as he began rolling the orbs and gently tugging a little just to see the skin stretch and feel Derek’s thighs quiver around his shoulders.

He kept a hold of Derek’s balls as he leaned down and took an experimental lick of the exposed hole, waiting for Derek’s reaction.

He could already see it in his mind – Derek slowly but surely waking from his deep nap and realizing what was happening; those desperate little sounds out of his throat when he understood that he would not be able to move at all due to the hand on his balls; how he was well and truly trapped and helpless to John’s whims…

I want you to use me, indeed.