Untitled Drabble #2
Title : Untitled Drabble #2
Series : Drabbles Gone Wild
Author : crying_soilder Archived @ crying_text
Pairing : There really isn't one. I didn't give anything away with this one, so... Who ever you want it to be.
Rating : NC17. If you're underage, *hands you holy water* splash some of this on your eyes and hit the back button on your browser.
Word Count : 760
Beta : I beta'd this loveliness all by myself, cause I'm just that good... Really, though, if you see a oopsie, let me know.
Warnings : BDSM. Kink. Delayed Orgasm. Tied Up!Man. Angst. Oral Sex. M/M
Feedback : *holds up plate* Yes, please!
Disclaimer : Sadly, I do not own Jensen Ackles. I wish I did, cause... Well, let's just say... *squeal* YUM! I'd share.... No, I wouldn't, but I'd post video! Damn straight!
A/N 1 : Okay, so this is the second story in my Drabbles Gone Wild Series. This is part two to Untitled Drabble #1
A/N 2 : I really didn't plan on this. And when darkfirecho asked if there woudl be more, I was tempted to say no cause I didn't think I'd be able to do it without giving away who I'd paired with Jensen. But, I thought about it for a quick second and it hit me, one line and I just knew I had to write it. So, I don't know which point of veiw this is, but I hope y'all like it.
A/N 3 : sammyndeansgrl1, just in case the other wasn't hot enough, here's Part 2 of your present. Written, just now.
A/N 4 : I envision this as Jared. So, if you take both parts, it makes this a J2 fic, but I don't give anything away in this one, so it can be who ever you like it to be.
A/N 5 : Yes, there can be this many Author's Notes. LoL! Anyhoo... This was written at 4:31 am, my time, and I am deadly tired, so... Sorry if I messed it up. I think it's okay though, my quick betaing might not be good enough though.
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The candles flame licks the walls, drenching everything in it's orange glow.
I look at the figure lying spread out on the twin bed, hands and feet bound.
I watch droplets of sweat trickle down his brow. I can tell it makes him harder, the goosebumps slithering across his skin adding to the pleasure as they flow up his dick.
I lick my lips, the smell and taste of come almost too much. I can tell it keeps him hard, achingly.
I silently make my way across the room, swinging my leg over him, and sitting down on his chest.
I can tell he's surprised, and it makes me harder. Having him at my mercy, knowing the blindfold keeps him from knowing whats going to happen. It's all almost too much. That's why I've sit on him. I'm gonna make him suck me, fill him up with my come until it's all he can taste, all he'll know.
I watch his tongue snake out, wetting his lips, and silence my moan by biting my lips. I'm in control. He's at my mercy.
I push my cock at his mouth, watching as he opens, accepting, to take it's girth.
His mouths so warm, always gets me hot and bothered. I could come just from this. From just him taking me in, but I don't. I inflict a little pain on myself, just to keep me off the edge.
I watch his spit slick lips slide up and down my cock, feel his tongue dancing around the head before toying with the slit. He's trying to rip the orgasm right out of me, and he knows he can.
I can see his hands twitch, know he wants to touch me, possible wrap his hand around the part of my cock he can't take in.
I thrust forward a little, slowly inching in, trying to bury myself in his tight hot heat.
I hear and feel him moan, and my hips stutter, pre-come now leaking steadily from the slit. I can tell he enjoys the taste, can feel him swallowing around me. It's almost to much, but not quite.
I thrust deep, feel his throat stretch to accommodate me, before I pull out some, the steady drizzle of pre-come gone, my orgasm having won me over. I shoot my load into his mouth, watching as his throat works, swallowing it all, never letting any drop. I watch his hips arch up, searching out friction that isn't there. I know he wants me, needs me to help him, but I'm not done. The game has barely begun.
I slid off him, walking silently around the room before reclaiming my place at the foot of the bed to watch him, stare at him in love and devotion.
I run a hand through my hair, soaked with sweat.
My eyes lock to his blindfold covered ones as he begs, "Please."
I'm quite for a moment, a battle going on inside. I want nothing more than to wrap my hand/mouth around his cock and relieve the pressure, but I can't. And I win. I throw my head back, a deep, loud, mischievous laugh bubbling up and out of my throat.
I look at him, can see tears sliding down his cheeks, and that's when I notice the blindfold is soaked with them. I may have one the battle, but I lost the war, and I walk to his side, pulling the blindfold off, and moving up on the bed kneeling between his legs.
I watch him blink, and I wait. I wait. I wait and then he looks, eye now accustomed to the light. I feel his dick twitch against my lips. See him bite his lip in anticipation/hope.
I grin wickedly, licking the tip. I hear/feel him moan, it echoing around the room.
I look up at him, eye locking and I take him into my mouth.
He thrust up.
That one thrust is all it takes,and he's coming like sweet nectar down my throat.
I moan at the taste, loving it just as much as he loves mine. The feeling of having something only he can give me, inside me, makes my dick twitch.
I lean my head against his thigh, listening to his breathing, still not evened out.
When his thigh moves under me, I look up at him.
"Please," he begs again. And I smile, grabbing the blindfold and tying it back around his head.
The game begins again. And my dick twitched at just the thought.
Series : Drabbles Gone Wild
Author : crying_soilder Archived @ crying_text
Pairing : There really isn't one. I didn't give anything away with this one, so... Who ever you want it to be.
Rating : NC17. If you're underage, *hands you holy water* splash some of this on your eyes and hit the back button on your browser.
Word Count : 760
Beta : I beta'd this loveliness all by myself, cause I'm just that good... Really, though, if you see a oopsie, let me know.
Warnings : BDSM. Kink. Delayed Orgasm. Tied Up!Man. Angst. Oral Sex. M/M
Feedback : *holds up plate* Yes, please!
Disclaimer : Sadly, I do not own Jensen Ackles. I wish I did, cause... Well, let's just say... *squeal* YUM! I'd share.... No, I wouldn't, but I'd post video! Damn straight!
A/N 1 : Okay, so this is the second story in my Drabbles Gone Wild Series. This is part two to Untitled Drabble #1
A/N 2 : I really didn't plan on this. And when darkfirecho asked if there woudl be more, I was tempted to say no cause I didn't think I'd be able to do it without giving away who I'd paired with Jensen. But, I thought about it for a quick second and it hit me, one line and I just knew I had to write it. So, I don't know which point of veiw this is, but I hope y'all like it.
A/N 3 : sammyndeansgrl1, just in case the other wasn't hot enough, here's Part 2 of your present. Written, just now.
A/N 4 : I envision this as Jared. So, if you take both parts, it makes this a J2 fic, but I don't give anything away in this one, so it can be who ever you like it to be.
A/N 5 : Yes, there can be this many Author's Notes. LoL! Anyhoo... This was written at 4:31 am, my time, and I am deadly tired, so... Sorry if I messed it up. I think it's okay though, my quick betaing might not be good enough though.
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The candles flame licks the walls, drenching everything in it's orange glow.
I look at the figure lying spread out on the twin bed, hands and feet bound.
I watch droplets of sweat trickle down his brow. I can tell it makes him harder, the goosebumps slithering across his skin adding to the pleasure as they flow up his dick.
I lick my lips, the smell and taste of come almost too much. I can tell it keeps him hard, achingly.
I silently make my way across the room, swinging my leg over him, and sitting down on his chest.
I can tell he's surprised, and it makes me harder. Having him at my mercy, knowing the blindfold keeps him from knowing whats going to happen. It's all almost too much. That's why I've sit on him. I'm gonna make him suck me, fill him up with my come until it's all he can taste, all he'll know.
I watch his tongue snake out, wetting his lips, and silence my moan by biting my lips. I'm in control. He's at my mercy.
I push my cock at his mouth, watching as he opens, accepting, to take it's girth.
His mouths so warm, always gets me hot and bothered. I could come just from this. From just him taking me in, but I don't. I inflict a little pain on myself, just to keep me off the edge.
I watch his spit slick lips slide up and down my cock, feel his tongue dancing around the head before toying with the slit. He's trying to rip the orgasm right out of me, and he knows he can.
I can see his hands twitch, know he wants to touch me, possible wrap his hand around the part of my cock he can't take in.
I thrust forward a little, slowly inching in, trying to bury myself in his tight hot heat.
I hear and feel him moan, and my hips stutter, pre-come now leaking steadily from the slit. I can tell he enjoys the taste, can feel him swallowing around me. It's almost to much, but not quite.
I thrust deep, feel his throat stretch to accommodate me, before I pull out some, the steady drizzle of pre-come gone, my orgasm having won me over. I shoot my load into his mouth, watching as his throat works, swallowing it all, never letting any drop. I watch his hips arch up, searching out friction that isn't there. I know he wants me, needs me to help him, but I'm not done. The game has barely begun.
I slid off him, walking silently around the room before reclaiming my place at the foot of the bed to watch him, stare at him in love and devotion.
I run a hand through my hair, soaked with sweat.
My eyes lock to his blindfold covered ones as he begs, "Please."
I'm quite for a moment, a battle going on inside. I want nothing more than to wrap my hand/mouth around his cock and relieve the pressure, but I can't. And I win. I throw my head back, a deep, loud, mischievous laugh bubbling up and out of my throat.
I look at him, can see tears sliding down his cheeks, and that's when I notice the blindfold is soaked with them. I may have one the battle, but I lost the war, and I walk to his side, pulling the blindfold off, and moving up on the bed kneeling between his legs.
I watch him blink, and I wait. I wait. I wait and then he looks, eye now accustomed to the light. I feel his dick twitch against my lips. See him bite his lip in anticipation/hope.
I grin wickedly, licking the tip. I hear/feel him moan, it echoing around the room.
I look up at him, eye locking and I take him into my mouth.
He thrust up.
That one thrust is all it takes,and he's coming like sweet nectar down my throat.
I moan at the taste, loving it just as much as he loves mine. The feeling of having something only he can give me, inside me, makes my dick twitch.
I lean my head against his thigh, listening to his breathing, still not evened out.
When his thigh moves under me, I look up at him.
"Please," he begs again. And I smile, grabbing the blindfold and tying it back around his head.
The game begins again. And my dick twitched at just the thought.