FIC: The Request
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azraelz_angelTitle: The Request
Author: Demona aka![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
azraelz_angel
Fandom: RPS
Pairing/character: Jeffrey Dean Morgan / Jensen Ackles
Rating: NC17
Prompt: It’s been awhile since he fucked himself.
Kink: Sex Toys
Disclaimer: JDM and JA own and belong to themselves. This is fiction – pure fiction. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Warning: Includes slash, rimming
Notes: Looked over and proclaimed good bykaylashay81. All mistakes remaining are mine and mine alone.
Additionally, I took this prompt and wrote it for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
amara_m’s birthday. Happy Birthday Hon!!!
September 3rd -![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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They’re in the middle of shooting the season finale for season two. Jeff has a guest appearance for all of three minutes but he’s in Vancouver for a couple days. He tells everyone he feels comfortable here – at home with good friends – and they all know he misses his boys. He has to bite his lip not to tell them that he misses vivid green eyes, alive with lust and mischief. That he misses the sight of Jensen on his knees, lips wet and swollen wrapped around his cock. They might suspect and even understand that half-truth. But he definitely can’t tell them how lonely he feels when he’s three thousand miles away from Jensen. Or how he has resorted to watching reruns of Dawson’s Creek and Smallville just to see Jensen and hear his voice. No, he’s certainly
not going to tell them the whole truth.
They’ve never really talked about what it is that they’re doing. And they don’t really talk about what they like or want from each other. Time’s usually so short that they just come together and things happen. Jensen’s always been fine letting Jeff lead, and that’s fine with Jeff because that’s where he feels most comfortable.
So the request, written in Jensen’s neat handwriting, throws him.
I’d like to see you fuck yourself
The dildo is flesh-colored, complete with veins and a slight curve. There’s a wide base at the bottom to stop it from completely slipping inside. Jeff tentatively picks it up and runs his hand over it. It feels real, more real than any other dildo Jeff’s seen or touched, and he almost drops it when he runs his hand over the familiar lines. Jesus, this is a replica of Jensen’s cock! Jeff shudders slightly. Jensen wants Jeff to fuck himself with a replica of his cock. Apparently the boy’s got a kinky side.
It’s been awhile since he fucked himself. But Jensen asked and Jeff’s never been able to tell him no.
Jeff’s naked and waiting on the bed when Jensen finally comes home. He knows this episode is taking its toll on Jensen, knows its wearing him thin, and he can only hope that Jensen meant he’d like Jeff to do this tonight. He left a few lights on in the suite, not enough to blind Jensen, but enough to allow him to move around. Jeff made sure there’s low lighting in the room, he wants Jensen to be able to see but not kill the mood in the mean time.
Jeff made his own arrangements and left his own note before leaving the set that day. And he’s pleased to see that Jensen followed his directions when he steps into the bedroom. He’s clean and showered, gone is the dirt, blood, and grunge of Dean Winchester; in his place is Jensen, pure and makeup free.
“Jesus,” Jensen breathes out as he takes in the room. Jeff left the dildo and the lube sitting in plain sight on the bedside table.
“I’ll settle for Jeff,” Jeff quietly announced. “Have a seat, get comfortable.” He gestures to the hotel chair that he has arranged in front of the bed. He’s hoping the view was what he imagined it to be.
Jensen shrugs out of his coat, dropping it into a pile on the floor, toes off his boots, leaving them behind, and plops into the chair. “Carry on,” Jensen suggests with a wave of his hand in Jeff’s general direction.
The sound of the cap popping on the bottle of lube is loud – awkward – in the silence. A faint blush creeps up his face and it grows when he gets further embarrassed that he’s embarrassed to begin with. He’s forty years old for Christ’s sake, a little exhibitionism shouldn’t be too hard. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
He drizzles some of the lube onto his fingers before setting the bottle back on the stand. He bypasses his cock completely, not sure that he’ll be able to do this if he hesitates at all. He jumps slightly at the cool, wet press of his fingers to his puckered hole. He can’t see what he’s doing, but Jensen’s eyes haven’t left his hands yet. He circles his hole a few times, pushing gently, trying to relax himself.
The first push of his finger burns. It’s familiar and he welcomes it but it’s there none the less. He continues pressing forward until his middle finger is fully sheathed in his body. He dares a glance up at Jensen while he’s adjusting to the intrusion and his cock jumps at the sight. Jensen’s got both hands spread out on the arms of the chair, fingers digging in, knuckles white. His eyes are dilated, pupils starting to crowd out all that beautiful green that Jeff loves so much. His own cock hardening at Jensen’s reaction.
He starts to move, thrusting his finger in and out a few times before slipping a second one in beside the first. He can just barely hear Jensen’s ragged breathing over his own. He scissors his fingers, spreading and stretching himself as wide as he can. He can’t hold back the moan when his fingers bump over his prostate.
He blindly reaches for the lube, almost knocking it over the table in his rush. He pulls his fingers out, drizzles more lube on his hand, and then pushes back in with three fingers. It’s more than he’s had in awhile, months maybe years, and that slight pain slices through his pleasure.
“You look great. Jesus, Jeff, you should see yourself,” Jensen’s voice cuts through the silence of the room. Jeff looks up at him and Jensen fumbles to get his jeans opened up.
“Haven’t done this in a long time,” Jeff freely admits, even though he knows Jensen knows. Jensen hasn’t shown any desire to top, perfectly content in bottoming for Jeff.
“Take your time, you’re doing fine,” Jensen offers and finally gets his pants open. He pushes them down just enough to free his erection and then he’s got his hand wrapped around it.
Jeff’s ass clenches around his fingers when he sees Jensen’s cock. In a few minutes he’s going to be shoving the replica of it into himself. And as he watches Jensen stroke his hand up and down, thumb darting out to smear pre-come over the head, he’s wondering whether he should just ask for the real thing. But he doesn’t, just keeps working himself open with his fingers, because Jensen wants to watch him, wants to watch him fuck himself. And Jeff’s going to give him a show.
His erection is coming back as his body opens up and allows him to push harder, faster. He’s hitting his prostate with every thrust and he can feel his orgasm building.
“Don’t come yet. I don’t want you to come from your fingers,” Jensen’s voice interrupts his pleasure. He forces his hand to slow down and eventually stop. “Go ahead, fuck yourself Jeff,” Jensen urges him as he stills his own hand, waiting for Jeff to continue.
“Not gonna make this easy are you?” Jeff mutters as he pulls his hand out. He moans slightly at the loss and he can feel his hole gaping where his fingers had stretched him. Jensen’s eyes stay between his legs and he licks his lips as he starts to stroke himself again.
Jeff pulls the dildo off the stand and holds it in his hand. It’s definitely bigger than his fingers, longer and wider, and solid in a way that his fingers could never be. He liberally dumps lube all over it, getting lube on the sheets as it slides off. He sets the bottle down and strokes his hand over the dildo, smearing the lube all over.
“Slide down here,” Jensen orders him before he can decide how he’s going to do this. “Bring those pillows to support yourself,” he adds as he rises from his seat, grasping his pants with one hand, and awkwardly pulling the chair to the end of the bed. Jeff watches as Jensen’s cock bobs, precome dripping onto his pants and starting to soak into his shirt. He grabs all the pillows from the head of the bed and starts his way down. He gets to the end and Jensen motions him on.
“I’m not sure where you’re going with this Jensen,” Jeff voices his confusion.
“Ass at the end of the bed, use the arms of the chair to brace yourself on. Use one pillow under your butt, and the others to prop yourself up on, use your free hand if you have it,” Jensen instructs him.
And again Jeff can’t help but flush with embarrassment. Jensen’s demanding that Jeff open himself up and put himself on display. He hesitates for a moment, not sure that he can do this with Jensen literally a foot away, but then clamps down on the fear and starts arranging himself. It’s awkward, and it requires Jensen’s help, but they finally get Jeff situated. He’s leaning back, supporting himself with one hand, the other holding the dildo and trying to figure out the best way to get to himself.
“Come at yourself from on top, it’s the only way you’ll be able to comfortably do this from this angle,” Jensen’s soft voice washes over him.
He nods and readjusts the dildo in his hand before moving it down between his legs. He fumbles for a brief moment, not sure where the head of it is in relation to his own hole, but he finally finds it.
“Relax, take a deep breath, hold it steady and push down on it while you exhale,” Jensen walks him through it. Normally he’d be offended, but Jensen’s got him off-kilter and he’s glad for the instruction.
He does as Jensen suggests and the head and a few inches of the dildo breach him. He tenses up at the intrusion, almost pushing it back out, but forces his hand to hold it in.
“Again Jeff, keep pushing, take a deep breath, and come down again when you let it out. You look so hot right now. All spread out and beautiful right in front of me. You’re so close I can almost feel it myself. God your ass, clenching so beautifully around it, holding it tight, not wanting to let it go. God, it must feel good, let it feel good, Jeff,” Jensen starts rambling. His words aren’t important, but the sound of his voice relaxes Jeff.
It takes a few minutes and a lot of work on Jeff’s part, but he finally gets the dildo all the way in, the base flush against his twitching hole. He feels full. Completely full, almost uncomfortable, as he lets his body adjust to the intrusion. Jensen lets out a slow breath, almost a whine, as he stares at the dildo completely inside Jeff. Jeff forces himself up a little more and watches as Jensen’s hand slides quickly, wetly, across his erection. Jensen’s hips are thrusting up to meet his strokes and it’s a beautiful sight.
“Come on Jeff. Do it,” Jensen’s voice is raw, full of need, as he begs for Jeff to continue.
Jeff lays back completely, as much fun as it would be to watch Jensen during this, his arm can’t hold him forever, and this angle allows him to slide his hand around and under his leg to fuck himself. He grabs the base of the dildo and pulls it slowly out of his body. His body offers up a little resistance, not quite used to the size, but he lets out another deep breath and everything is just easier.
He starts slow, pulling the dildo out until just the head remains and then pushing it fully back in. It’s a pace that he doesn’t like, but he’s trying to drag this out, trying to make it last for Jensen. He slowly picks up the pace, changing from long slow strokes to short rapid ones. The head of the dildo drags across his prostate on every thrust and his dick is hard, spurting out drops of precome with every thrust. He’s vocal, moans and grunts coming out of his mouth, adding to the noises of the wet, slick sound of the dildo in his ass, and of Jensen’s jerking. He’s close, close enough that he could just reach up and take his dick in his hand, one or two strokes and it would be over, but he’s determined to come from this alone.
“Close Jen,” Jeff manages to get out between pants.
He’s not expecting Jensen to grab hold of his ankle, fingers tightening almost painfully around the bone. He hears Jensen’s gasp and then feels his come cover his ass and thighs. The fingers around his ankle tighten and clench as Jensen works himself through his orgasm and that’s what sets off Jeff.
He comes, slamming the dildo home hard, arching up off the bed slightly. His come covers his stomach and chest. He doesn’t breathe as his body empties itself and shudders from the sensation.
He must have blacked out for a moment because when he opens his eyes, Jensen is carefully running a warm damp washcloth over his chest and stomach, cleaning him. His feet are balanced on the chair cushion rather than the arms and he can still feel his hole clenching and twitching against the dildo in his ass.
He can’t even form a coherent thought, let alone get out a word, so he just grunts. Jensen looks at him and offers him a warm smile.
“You did so good. Jesus Jeff, you should have seen yourself. Wish I had thought to videotape it,” Jensen gushes and leans down. He captures Jeff’s lips with his own, shoving his tongue roughly into Jeff’s mouth. The kiss is brutal, tongue and teeth bumping into each other, and it’s just as hot as everything Jensen does.
“Sleep,” he manages to mutter when Jensen lets him breathe again.
“Hold on for another moment Jeff,” Jensen urges. He moves to the bottom of the bed and places one hand on Jeff’s bent knee. “Careful ok? I’m going to pull this out,” Jensen tells him as he touches the base. The slight pressure sends aftershocks through Jeff’s body and he can’t help the twitches. Jensen only smirks before he starts to slowly pull the dildo out.
Jeff’s left with a feeling of loss after it’s removed completely. He can feel his hole open, gaping, as it spasms again. The dildo hits the floor with a dull thud and then Jensen’s on his knees a moment later. He makes his way under Jeff’s leg, forcing them open as he moves between them. Jeff can’t even manage to prop himself up to figure out what is going on, and it’s for the best because when Jensen’s tongue traces the edges of his swollen gaping hole he loses all rational thought and control over his body. Jensen doesn’t hesitate just pushes his tongue inside and eats at Jeff’s ass. Jeff’s dick is starting to harden and his legs start to tremble as his pleasure builds.
“You looked so good. So fucked out and open. Had to taste you,” Jensen mumbles, just barely loud enough for Jeff to hear, as he continues to fuck Jeff’s ass with his tongue.
Two fingers slide in to join Jensen’s tongue, stretching him wide enough to let Jensen’s tongue further inside. Jensen gives his ass one last lick before crooking his fingers to find his prostate. Jeff jumps slightly as Jensen’s fingers find that little nub inside him and start to rub back and forth against it. Just as he’s sure he’s going to come from that alone, Jensen’s warm wet mouth swallows him down.
Jeff cries out, tries to warn Jensen, but ultimately can’t get the words out as his orgasm slams through him. He thrusts and empties himself into Jensen’s mouth while Jensen continues to finger fuck him through it. And just when the pleasure is starting to turn to pain Jensen pulls his fingers out of Jeff’s ass and releases his dick with a wet, sloppy pop.
“Jesus,” Jeff mutters and leans his head up to see Jensen grinning from between his bent open legs.
“Jensen’ll do just fine,” Jensen teases as he rises to his feet from his kneeling position. “Come on, let’s get you to bed,” Jensen suggests as he helps Jeff scoot back in the bed and under the covers.
“Any other crazy ideas rattling around in that brain of yours,” Jeff mutters as he pulls Jensen against him, throwing an arm over his waist and leaning his head against Jensen’s chest.
“Plenty, you’ll just have to stick around to find out,” Jensen offers and Jeff can hear the smile in his voice.
“Guess I will,” Jeff whispers just before he passes out.
Author: Demona aka
azraelz_angelFandom: RPS
Pairing/character: Jeffrey Dean Morgan / Jensen Ackles
Rating: NC17
Prompt: It’s been awhile since he fucked himself.
Kink: Sex Toys
Disclaimer: JDM and JA own and belong to themselves. This is fiction – pure fiction. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Warning: Includes slash, rimming
Notes: Looked over and proclaimed good by
kaylashay81. All mistakes remaining are mine and mine alone.Additionally, I took this prompt and wrote it for
amara_m’s birthday. Happy Birthday Hon!!!September 3rd -
rounds_of_kinkThey’re in the middle of shooting the season finale for season two. Jeff has a guest appearance for all of three minutes but he’s in Vancouver for a couple days. He tells everyone he feels comfortable here – at home with good friends – and they all know he misses his boys. He has to bite his lip not to tell them that he misses vivid green eyes, alive with lust and mischief. That he misses the sight of Jensen on his knees, lips wet and swollen wrapped around his cock. They might suspect and even understand that half-truth. But he definitely can’t tell them how lonely he feels when he’s three thousand miles away from Jensen. Or how he has resorted to watching reruns of Dawson’s Creek and Smallville just to see Jensen and hear his voice. No, he’s certainly
not going to tell them the whole truth.
They’ve never really talked about what it is that they’re doing. And they don’t really talk about what they like or want from each other. Time’s usually so short that they just come together and things happen. Jensen’s always been fine letting Jeff lead, and that’s fine with Jeff because that’s where he feels most comfortable.
So the request, written in Jensen’s neat handwriting, throws him.
The dildo is flesh-colored, complete with veins and a slight curve. There’s a wide base at the bottom to stop it from completely slipping inside. Jeff tentatively picks it up and runs his hand over it. It feels real, more real than any other dildo Jeff’s seen or touched, and he almost drops it when he runs his hand over the familiar lines. Jesus, this is a replica of Jensen’s cock! Jeff shudders slightly. Jensen wants Jeff to fuck himself with a replica of his cock. Apparently the boy’s got a kinky side.
It’s been awhile since he fucked himself. But Jensen asked and Jeff’s never been able to tell him no.
Jeff’s naked and waiting on the bed when Jensen finally comes home. He knows this episode is taking its toll on Jensen, knows its wearing him thin, and he can only hope that Jensen meant he’d like Jeff to do this tonight. He left a few lights on in the suite, not enough to blind Jensen, but enough to allow him to move around. Jeff made sure there’s low lighting in the room, he wants Jensen to be able to see but not kill the mood in the mean time.
Jeff made his own arrangements and left his own note before leaving the set that day. And he’s pleased to see that Jensen followed his directions when he steps into the bedroom. He’s clean and showered, gone is the dirt, blood, and grunge of Dean Winchester; in his place is Jensen, pure and makeup free.
“Jesus,” Jensen breathes out as he takes in the room. Jeff left the dildo and the lube sitting in plain sight on the bedside table.
“I’ll settle for Jeff,” Jeff quietly announced. “Have a seat, get comfortable.” He gestures to the hotel chair that he has arranged in front of the bed. He’s hoping the view was what he imagined it to be.
Jensen shrugs out of his coat, dropping it into a pile on the floor, toes off his boots, leaving them behind, and plops into the chair. “Carry on,” Jensen suggests with a wave of his hand in Jeff’s general direction.
The sound of the cap popping on the bottle of lube is loud – awkward – in the silence. A faint blush creeps up his face and it grows when he gets further embarrassed that he’s embarrassed to begin with. He’s forty years old for Christ’s sake, a little exhibitionism shouldn’t be too hard. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
He drizzles some of the lube onto his fingers before setting the bottle back on the stand. He bypasses his cock completely, not sure that he’ll be able to do this if he hesitates at all. He jumps slightly at the cool, wet press of his fingers to his puckered hole. He can’t see what he’s doing, but Jensen’s eyes haven’t left his hands yet. He circles his hole a few times, pushing gently, trying to relax himself.
The first push of his finger burns. It’s familiar and he welcomes it but it’s there none the less. He continues pressing forward until his middle finger is fully sheathed in his body. He dares a glance up at Jensen while he’s adjusting to the intrusion and his cock jumps at the sight. Jensen’s got both hands spread out on the arms of the chair, fingers digging in, knuckles white. His eyes are dilated, pupils starting to crowd out all that beautiful green that Jeff loves so much. His own cock hardening at Jensen’s reaction.
He starts to move, thrusting his finger in and out a few times before slipping a second one in beside the first. He can just barely hear Jensen’s ragged breathing over his own. He scissors his fingers, spreading and stretching himself as wide as he can. He can’t hold back the moan when his fingers bump over his prostate.
He blindly reaches for the lube, almost knocking it over the table in his rush. He pulls his fingers out, drizzles more lube on his hand, and then pushes back in with three fingers. It’s more than he’s had in awhile, months maybe years, and that slight pain slices through his pleasure.
“You look great. Jesus, Jeff, you should see yourself,” Jensen’s voice cuts through the silence of the room. Jeff looks up at him and Jensen fumbles to get his jeans opened up.
“Haven’t done this in a long time,” Jeff freely admits, even though he knows Jensen knows. Jensen hasn’t shown any desire to top, perfectly content in bottoming for Jeff.
“Take your time, you’re doing fine,” Jensen offers and finally gets his pants open. He pushes them down just enough to free his erection and then he’s got his hand wrapped around it.
Jeff’s ass clenches around his fingers when he sees Jensen’s cock. In a few minutes he’s going to be shoving the replica of it into himself. And as he watches Jensen stroke his hand up and down, thumb darting out to smear pre-come over the head, he’s wondering whether he should just ask for the real thing. But he doesn’t, just keeps working himself open with his fingers, because Jensen wants to watch him, wants to watch him fuck himself. And Jeff’s going to give him a show.
His erection is coming back as his body opens up and allows him to push harder, faster. He’s hitting his prostate with every thrust and he can feel his orgasm building.
“Don’t come yet. I don’t want you to come from your fingers,” Jensen’s voice interrupts his pleasure. He forces his hand to slow down and eventually stop. “Go ahead, fuck yourself Jeff,” Jensen urges him as he stills his own hand, waiting for Jeff to continue.
“Not gonna make this easy are you?” Jeff mutters as he pulls his hand out. He moans slightly at the loss and he can feel his hole gaping where his fingers had stretched him. Jensen’s eyes stay between his legs and he licks his lips as he starts to stroke himself again.
Jeff pulls the dildo off the stand and holds it in his hand. It’s definitely bigger than his fingers, longer and wider, and solid in a way that his fingers could never be. He liberally dumps lube all over it, getting lube on the sheets as it slides off. He sets the bottle down and strokes his hand over the dildo, smearing the lube all over.
“Slide down here,” Jensen orders him before he can decide how he’s going to do this. “Bring those pillows to support yourself,” he adds as he rises from his seat, grasping his pants with one hand, and awkwardly pulling the chair to the end of the bed. Jeff watches as Jensen’s cock bobs, precome dripping onto his pants and starting to soak into his shirt. He grabs all the pillows from the head of the bed and starts his way down. He gets to the end and Jensen motions him on.
“I’m not sure where you’re going with this Jensen,” Jeff voices his confusion.
“Ass at the end of the bed, use the arms of the chair to brace yourself on. Use one pillow under your butt, and the others to prop yourself up on, use your free hand if you have it,” Jensen instructs him.
And again Jeff can’t help but flush with embarrassment. Jensen’s demanding that Jeff open himself up and put himself on display. He hesitates for a moment, not sure that he can do this with Jensen literally a foot away, but then clamps down on the fear and starts arranging himself. It’s awkward, and it requires Jensen’s help, but they finally get Jeff situated. He’s leaning back, supporting himself with one hand, the other holding the dildo and trying to figure out the best way to get to himself.
“Come at yourself from on top, it’s the only way you’ll be able to comfortably do this from this angle,” Jensen’s soft voice washes over him.
He nods and readjusts the dildo in his hand before moving it down between his legs. He fumbles for a brief moment, not sure where the head of it is in relation to his own hole, but he finally finds it.
“Relax, take a deep breath, hold it steady and push down on it while you exhale,” Jensen walks him through it. Normally he’d be offended, but Jensen’s got him off-kilter and he’s glad for the instruction.
He does as Jensen suggests and the head and a few inches of the dildo breach him. He tenses up at the intrusion, almost pushing it back out, but forces his hand to hold it in.
“Again Jeff, keep pushing, take a deep breath, and come down again when you let it out. You look so hot right now. All spread out and beautiful right in front of me. You’re so close I can almost feel it myself. God your ass, clenching so beautifully around it, holding it tight, not wanting to let it go. God, it must feel good, let it feel good, Jeff,” Jensen starts rambling. His words aren’t important, but the sound of his voice relaxes Jeff.
It takes a few minutes and a lot of work on Jeff’s part, but he finally gets the dildo all the way in, the base flush against his twitching hole. He feels full. Completely full, almost uncomfortable, as he lets his body adjust to the intrusion. Jensen lets out a slow breath, almost a whine, as he stares at the dildo completely inside Jeff. Jeff forces himself up a little more and watches as Jensen’s hand slides quickly, wetly, across his erection. Jensen’s hips are thrusting up to meet his strokes and it’s a beautiful sight.
“Come on Jeff. Do it,” Jensen’s voice is raw, full of need, as he begs for Jeff to continue.
Jeff lays back completely, as much fun as it would be to watch Jensen during this, his arm can’t hold him forever, and this angle allows him to slide his hand around and under his leg to fuck himself. He grabs the base of the dildo and pulls it slowly out of his body. His body offers up a little resistance, not quite used to the size, but he lets out another deep breath and everything is just easier.
He starts slow, pulling the dildo out until just the head remains and then pushing it fully back in. It’s a pace that he doesn’t like, but he’s trying to drag this out, trying to make it last for Jensen. He slowly picks up the pace, changing from long slow strokes to short rapid ones. The head of the dildo drags across his prostate on every thrust and his dick is hard, spurting out drops of precome with every thrust. He’s vocal, moans and grunts coming out of his mouth, adding to the noises of the wet, slick sound of the dildo in his ass, and of Jensen’s jerking. He’s close, close enough that he could just reach up and take his dick in his hand, one or two strokes and it would be over, but he’s determined to come from this alone.
“Close Jen,” Jeff manages to get out between pants.
He’s not expecting Jensen to grab hold of his ankle, fingers tightening almost painfully around the bone. He hears Jensen’s gasp and then feels his come cover his ass and thighs. The fingers around his ankle tighten and clench as Jensen works himself through his orgasm and that’s what sets off Jeff.
He comes, slamming the dildo home hard, arching up off the bed slightly. His come covers his stomach and chest. He doesn’t breathe as his body empties itself and shudders from the sensation.
He must have blacked out for a moment because when he opens his eyes, Jensen is carefully running a warm damp washcloth over his chest and stomach, cleaning him. His feet are balanced on the chair cushion rather than the arms and he can still feel his hole clenching and twitching against the dildo in his ass.
He can’t even form a coherent thought, let alone get out a word, so he just grunts. Jensen looks at him and offers him a warm smile.
“You did so good. Jesus Jeff, you should have seen yourself. Wish I had thought to videotape it,” Jensen gushes and leans down. He captures Jeff’s lips with his own, shoving his tongue roughly into Jeff’s mouth. The kiss is brutal, tongue and teeth bumping into each other, and it’s just as hot as everything Jensen does.
“Sleep,” he manages to mutter when Jensen lets him breathe again.
“Hold on for another moment Jeff,” Jensen urges. He moves to the bottom of the bed and places one hand on Jeff’s bent knee. “Careful ok? I’m going to pull this out,” Jensen tells him as he touches the base. The slight pressure sends aftershocks through Jeff’s body and he can’t help the twitches. Jensen only smirks before he starts to slowly pull the dildo out.
Jeff’s left with a feeling of loss after it’s removed completely. He can feel his hole open, gaping, as it spasms again. The dildo hits the floor with a dull thud and then Jensen’s on his knees a moment later. He makes his way under Jeff’s leg, forcing them open as he moves between them. Jeff can’t even manage to prop himself up to figure out what is going on, and it’s for the best because when Jensen’s tongue traces the edges of his swollen gaping hole he loses all rational thought and control over his body. Jensen doesn’t hesitate just pushes his tongue inside and eats at Jeff’s ass. Jeff’s dick is starting to harden and his legs start to tremble as his pleasure builds.
“You looked so good. So fucked out and open. Had to taste you,” Jensen mumbles, just barely loud enough for Jeff to hear, as he continues to fuck Jeff’s ass with his tongue.
Two fingers slide in to join Jensen’s tongue, stretching him wide enough to let Jensen’s tongue further inside. Jensen gives his ass one last lick before crooking his fingers to find his prostate. Jeff jumps slightly as Jensen’s fingers find that little nub inside him and start to rub back and forth against it. Just as he’s sure he’s going to come from that alone, Jensen’s warm wet mouth swallows him down.
Jeff cries out, tries to warn Jensen, but ultimately can’t get the words out as his orgasm slams through him. He thrusts and empties himself into Jensen’s mouth while Jensen continues to finger fuck him through it. And just when the pleasure is starting to turn to pain Jensen pulls his fingers out of Jeff’s ass and releases his dick with a wet, sloppy pop.
“Jesus,” Jeff mutters and leans his head up to see Jensen grinning from between his bent open legs.
“Jensen’ll do just fine,” Jensen teases as he rises to his feet from his kneeling position. “Come on, let’s get you to bed,” Jensen suggests as he helps Jeff scoot back in the bed and under the covers.
“Any other crazy ideas rattling around in that brain of yours,” Jeff mutters as he pulls Jensen against him, throwing an arm over his waist and leaning his head against Jensen’s chest.
“Plenty, you’ll just have to stick around to find out,” Jensen offers and Jeff can hear the smile in his voice.
“Guess I will,” Jeff whispers just before he passes out.
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Date: 2007-09-04 04:34 am (UTC)Great job! I loved it!!!
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Date: 2007-09-05 12:10 pm (UTC)Thanks so much for the review! I'm glad you enjoyed its hotness!!