Jared clenches, shudders, and sighs, letting his legs fall wide open. Jensen’s fingers are thick, wide knuckles opening Jared up and stretching him, readying him for Jensen’s cock. Jared moans and wraps his right hand around his dick, jerking it in time with the push and pull of Jensen’s fingers, pre-come dripping from the slit when Jensen’s fingers twist and crook inside of him. He’s more than ready when Jensen pulls his fingers out and slicks his cock up, bending Jared’s legs over his shoulders.
Drunk though he may be, Jensen pauses after he lines himself up, looking into Jared’s eyes. Jared’s heart is pounding in his chest, because while they’ve fucked countless times, this moment is still important to both of them. It hits him then that Jensen hasn’t opened a condom, and that he’s accepting Jensen bare for the first time. He gasps even before Jensen pushes in, and then his breath catches in his throat, his head pressing back into the pillows.
Jensen groans deep in his throat, then pushes forward to catch Jared in a messy kiss, tongues slipping and tangling with each other. He starts with slow, easy thrusts, and gradually gets rougher, balls slapping wetly against Jared’s ass in a mix of sweat and lube. Jared’s sticking to the sheets when it gets frantic, his already damp hair matted and curled around his face and neck. The fingers of his free hand twist in the silky material, digging into the mattress. He pulls his right hand in quick strokes over his dick, trying to match Jensen’s pace.
Jensen tries to slow down, to wait, but his body tenses up before he can take control of it. He cries out when he comes, hips jerking as he fills Jared’s body with it, unrestricted. He’s still coiled tight and shaking when Jared clenches around him and spills over his own hand, moaning loudly beneath Jensen, light tremors running through his body.
With one last whimper, Jensen’s body releases its hold on him, and he sags. He pulls out slowly, moaning and shivering at the feel of the friction on his sensitive dick. He gently sets Jared’s legs down on the bed and rolls off to the side, cupping Jared’s face and leaning over to kiss him. The kiss is slow and easy, tongues lazy and sated now, and they both sigh against each other when their lips break apart.
“Love you,” Jensen whispers, and Jared smiles, grabbing Jensen’s left hand in his and sliding their rings over each other.
“Love you, too.”
Jensen gives a tired smile back. “Thanks for marrying me.”
Drunk though he may be, Jensen pauses after he lines himself up, looking into Jared’s eyes. Jared’s heart is pounding in his chest, because while they’ve fucked countless times, this moment is still important to both of them. It hits him then that Jensen hasn’t opened a condom, and that he’s accepting Jensen bare for the first time. He gasps even before Jensen pushes in, and then his breath catches in his throat, his head pressing back into the pillows.
Jensen groans deep in his throat, then pushes forward to catch Jared in a messy kiss, tongues slipping and tangling with each other. He starts with slow, easy thrusts, and gradually gets rougher, balls slapping wetly against Jared’s ass in a mix of sweat and lube. Jared’s sticking to the sheets when it gets frantic, his already damp hair matted and curled around his face and neck. The fingers of his free hand twist in the silky material, digging into the mattress. He pulls his right hand in quick strokes over his dick, trying to match Jensen’s pace.
Jensen tries to slow down, to wait, but his body tenses up before he can take control of it. He cries out when he comes, hips jerking as he fills Jared’s body with it, unrestricted. He’s still coiled tight and shaking when Jared clenches around him and spills over his own hand, moaning loudly beneath Jensen, light tremors running through his body.
With one last whimper, Jensen’s body releases its hold on him, and he sags. He pulls out slowly, moaning and shivering at the feel of the friction on his sensitive dick. He gently sets Jared’s legs down on the bed and rolls off to the side, cupping Jared’s face and leaning over to kiss him. The kiss is slow and easy, tongues lazy and sated now, and they both sigh against each other when their lips break apart.
“Love you,” Jensen whispers, and Jared smiles, grabbing Jensen’s left hand in his and sliding their rings over each other.
“Love you, too.”
Jensen gives a tired smile back. “Thanks for marrying me.”
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