Times like these, Scott was grateful for his mom being a nurse. The position kept her at the hospital for long hours, leaving him time alone to himself without absolutely any chance of getting walked in on. This was especially relevant now that, since becoming a werewolf, his already-overactive teenage hormones were amplified. He spent many a night in his bed, exploring and touching and caressing until he was shaking and gasping, falling to his pillow in a sweaty and sated heap. Sleep, Rinse, Repeat.

Warm breath hit his throat, sending shivers down his spine, breaking him out of his musing. He moved into that heat, extending his neck, exposing the skin to a pair of eager teeth. "Derek," he grunted, sliding forward, landing into the aforementioned man's lap. He gritted his teeth, hissing softly, as Derek smirked against the muscle, exchanging bites for licks now, a vigorous tongue lapping at the curve of his jawline, stopping only to nibble lightly on his earlobe, delighting in the shudder-y moan he received in return. There was a quick thrust of hips and the other Beta couldn't help but grin as he pulled away slightly, giving Scott a complete look-over. "Someone's antsy."

"Sh-Shut up," Scott growled, "You started this." He latched onto Derek's shoulder, digging into him as he manuvered just enough to wrap his legs completely around Derek. The sound that he got in reply filled him entirely, surrounding his senses in a deep, desperate groan. "Someone's antsy," he echoed, eyes glowing, fangs protruding. Another thrust and icy blue met his own golden yellow, claws grazing along the slope of his back, resting possessively at his waist. They sank in slowly, nicking the surface and Scott only hoped that they wouldn't go any further. He didn't want to have to explain a huge, gaping claw-shaped hole in his shirt.

Derek brought him back to reality with a frantic buck and a loud, instantaneous cry escaped the trappings of his throat. "Someone's antsy," Derek echoed, pulling the younger Beta in again, ravishing him with chaste kisses, reveling in the frenzied, libidinous mess that was Scott McCall. "God, Derek, just fuck me. Please." He breathed against Derek, chest heaving, basically afire with longing and aching with want. "I need this. I need you."

Taking advantage of the absence of a parental figure for an undisclosed amount of time, they acted upon this, their primal needs and animalistic urges. It was long and slow and careful and Scott never thought that he could ever be this full, this complete, ever again. Both he and Derek, they were wolves, brothers, bound together by this curse, this bite, and now, this act. Lovers or no, they were closer than ever. It was different and almost scary, but they could sort out the details later.

As Derek's fingers buried themselves in Scott's dark curls, he was grateful more than ever for his mom's work schedule. He savored every moment in the afterglow, taking everything in, inhaling the various scents: leather, sweat, cologne, and the faint, earthy mix of dirt and grass. He immersed himself in those smells, snuggling into Derek, turning his head up to give him a half-lidded smile. He drifted off soon after, and the older Beta smiled to himself. When Melissa arrived home later that night, she checked on Scott to find him tucked away in his bed, sleeping away; nothing to worry about.