puppy play

[feroces]

Derek didn't exactly take his time on the way to the house that Scott had decided to spend the night at, but he did have to stop by the loft first to pick up a few things. So if Scott really was being a good boy for once and doing at his told, then for about fifteen minutes, he'd be sitting by the backdoor, on his hands and knees, ideally as hard as Scott claimed he was. Really, for once, he wasn't doing it to make Scott wait or punish him for being bad, but the idea of Scott waiting for him, obedient and squirming, definitely has it's appeal.

Fortunately, the home that Scott was staying at backed up to the preserve, so Scott would be able see his master as he emerges from the woods, just as Derek could see Scott on his knees, wearing nothing but his tight little boxer briefs, through the large sliding glass door.

"Good morning, pup," He smiles slightly as he opens the door, motioning for Scott to come outside onto the porch. Even when they played, especially when they were outdoors, he let Scott walk on is feet. It was only when they idle, when they were still, that Scott had to been on the ground. So when Scott steps outside, he cups the boy's chin and kissing him slowly. It's surprisingly gentle, but still possessive, licking into the boy's mouth. "Did you enjoy your little pile?" He talks about it like it's nothing, if only because it makes him feel less jealous about Scott sleeping with a group of his friends, no matter how innocent it was.

He then sets a bag down on the ground at Scott's feet. "Strip, Scotty. Put your belongings in the bag," He ruffles his mate's hair. "Then we'll get you ready for your walk."