Attempt two, longer this time, and dirtier :x
So a while back I mentioned that I'd be posting a J2 here sometime soon...and then I forgot to do it. Well I remembered now! Enjoy :)
Bound
Jensen/Jared RPS
R, 1700
Role reversals can be such fun!
Disclaimer my lovelies: I have no idea if this ever happened (outside of my head I mean).
A/N: Bondage kink behind the cut :)
Edited by my ever so fabulous
devochka_bloom. What would I do without you?
Jared knows something is up the moment he walks through the door. The lights are dimmed and the house has a warm, fragrant scent to it.
"What the hell?" he mutters, walking down the hallway towards the bedroom. "Jensen?"
What he sees upon entering the bedroom stops him in his tracks. Their bed, once practically clad in blue cotton sheets, is covered in black satin. There are candles lit throughout the room and things strongly resembling handcuffs on the pillow. In his surprise, he almost doesn't notice Jensen sitting in the corner of the room.
"Hello, Jared" he says in a low voice, a mischievous smile on his lips. "I've been waiting for you."
Jared has to swallow hard to keep himself from drooling. Jensen is shirtless, the candlelight enhancing any and every muscle on his toned torso. Dark green silk pajama pants cling lightly to his hips and whisper as he walks over. And as if he weren't hot enough already, he had even swiped on a thick line of black eyeliner. He knows how much Jared likes him in eyeliner. Jared stands open mouthed for just a second before reaching out and grabbing Jensen. He kisses him hard on the mouth and makes to push Jensen onto the bed when suddenly he's the one being pushed down. Jared looks up quizzically from where he lands and Jensen flashes a naughty smile at him once more.
"Tonight, I am in charge" he says, "You'll do as I say, when I say it."
Jared feels his eyebrows lift as he sits up. Usually, Jensen is the submissive one, so this twist in behavior makes his cock twitch with anticipation. Jensen pulls Jared's shirt off roughly and begins kissing and biting his lips. His hands work quickly and efficiently to remove Jared's jeans, pushing Jared down to pull them off.
"Get in the center of the bed and stretch your arms above your head," Jensen orders.
Jared has half a mind to refuse, just to see what Jensen's reaction would be, but obliges instead. Once Jared is situated, Jensen uses the handcuffs to bind his wrists to either side of the headboard. Being stripped down to his boxers and unable to use his hands makes Jared feel very vulnerable, but instead of feeling uneasy, he feels surprisingly turned on. Jensen strips off his pants and sits on the bed next to Jared. He bites Jared just below his ear, prizing a small moan from him. He traces a path of small bites down Jared's neck while pinching his nipple just a bit too hard. Jared has to bite down on his lips to keep from crying out. The pinching hurts, a lot, but the pain quickly turns pleasurable. Jensen continues down Jared's body, biting and pinching at all the areas he knows affect Jared most: his neck, his nipples and the skin right along his hip bone. He feels Jared squirming beneath the bites, torn between pleasure and pain. When he gets to the waistband of Jared's low-slung boxers, he locks eyes with Jared and drags his nails just beneath the elastic.
Jared sucks his breath in hard and quick through his teeth, "Jesus fuck."
His dick is achingly hard now, poking its way through the hole in his boxers. He strains at the handcuffs, wanting nothing more than to reach down and force Jensen’s mouth onto his dick. Finally, Jensen slides his fingers under the waistband and drags the boxers down, scratching his nails along Jared’s thighs as he does so. Jared’s dick is practically purple with need, and so hard that it's pointing up towards his face. Slowly, tantalizingly, Jensen spreads Jared’s thighs apart with his palms, pressing down and in toward Jared’s dick. He grabs Jared’s cock hard in his fist and flicks his tongue out, just once, over the head. As Jared moans, Jensen smiles at the pre-come that trickles out of the tip. Still squeezing tightly, he begins sucking Jared off, his free hand scratching at Jared’s thighs and massaging his balls.
"You fucking love this shit, don’t you?"
"Oh, Jensen, hell yea, so mu-" He stops mid-sentence as a searing hot pain juts through his thigh. Jensen had slapped him. Hard.
"Ow! What the-"
"Master Jensen" Jensen interrupts, voice calm and low, "'Master Jensen', 'Master' or simply 'Sir'. Anything else and you shall be punished. Understood?"
Jared looks up at him, jaw clenched. "Yes, Master Jensen. I understand."
A hint of a smile creeps across Jensen’s face as he bends over and plants a soft kiss on Jared’s, now red, thigh. As the stinging begins to subside, all that's left is a not altogether unpleasant throbbing. The fact that Jensen has resumed sucking his cock helps as well. Jared closes his eyes to thoroughly enjoy the sensations: the firm grip of Jensen’s hand, his mouth stretched around Jared’s dick, the way his teeth occasionally graze the soft flesh. He’s disappointed when Jensen suddenly pulls his mouth away. Jared looks down curiously, as Jensen pulls his own fingers into his mouth. Without breaking eye contact, he reaches down and massages Jared’s hole. Jared furrows his brow and bites his lip nervously. Being relatively new to gay relationships, Jared's never had anything in or around his ass before. Instinctively, he tightens up and moves to push his hand away, but stops as the handcuffs dig sharply into his wrists.
In a soft voice that's not at all demanding, Jensen whispers, "It's ok. Trust me. I'll take care of you."
Looking deep into his eyes, Jared knows that Jensen is being sincere. He takes a deep breath and forces himself to relax. Jensen massages the outside of his hole gently before pushing a finger inside. It just feels like pressure, but in a good way. Jensen works his finger around Jared’s insides a bit and watches his face to judge his response to the new sensation.
"You like that, you big whore?"
The words are rough, completely clashing with Jensen’s gentle voice and tender eyes. Jared just nods, the sensation too intense to speak. The pleasurable feeling begins to spread, working its way up his belly and across his body. Keeping his finger firmly in Jared's ass, Jensen continues sucking him off. He moves quickly and firmly, driving his finger deeper as his mouth takes in more and more of Jared. Jensen can see Jared’s stomach muscles tightening, knows that Jared is close to coming.
"Oh shit. Fuck Jensen...wait, I mean-"
But it's too late. Jensen drives a second finger into Jared’s tight hole and bites down on his hip in punishment. Jared cries out in a combination of bliss and pain and starts to come. Still working his fingers on Jared’s prostate, Jensen covers Jared’s dick with his mouth, lapping up his come hungrily. The room spins as Jared tries to regain coherent thought. He looks up at Jensen who is smiling mischievously (again) and wiping his mouth. He watches him crawl up the bed towards him. As Jensen kneels, straddling Jared's torso, he sees that Jensen is still hard.
"Suck it," Jensen demands, "Hard."
Jared tries to reach out for him but stops when he remembers that his hands are still bound. Jensen is still on his knees looking down expectantly at him, his cock inches from Jared’s face. Lifting his head up off the pillow, he sucks Jensen’s cock into his mouth. He feels it twitch with pleasure as he swirls his tongue around the tip. He pulls back, letting his teeth graze the sides and Jensen lets out a groan, as Jared knew he would. Jared bobs his head up and down on Jensen’s cock, somewhat slowly, enjoying the tantalizing pleasure that he’s sure he is causing. Without warning, Jensen reaches down and grabs Jared’s hair in his fists. "Harder, you cock sucker. Like you mean it."
Still gripping Jared’s hair in his hands, he starts to thrust faster and harder into Jared’s mouth. Jared gags a little, but starts sucking harder as he gets the hang of Jensen’s rhythm. Jensen pushes deeper than he ever has before and is pleasantly surprised when Jared is able to keep up.
'Not yet' he thinks to himself.
Slowing his pace suddenly, he pulls out of Jared’s mouth. He smiles when he looks down and sees Jared looking bewildered, open-mouthed and stretching his neck forward trying to recapture Jensen’s dick.
"Patience. I'm not ready to come just yet. Not like this."
Jensen looks down to find that Jared’s dick is looking up at him again. He settles his body on top of Jared's languidly outstretched form, their bodies pressed against each other. He reaches out and grabs Jared’s cuffed hands, locking his fingers with those of his slave. He leans down and kisses Jared, sucking his bottom lip as he slowly begins to rock his hips. Their hips bump as their swollen cocks rub against each other. Their bodies, slick with sweat, slide smoothly against one another. Jensen thrusts harder, feeling the pressure building at the base of his cock. Jared matches the pressure, lifting his legs to wrap around Jensen’s waist. They grind, fast and furious, until they can't take anymore.
"Fuck, Jay, oh fuck," Jensen cries out, his come shooting out across Jared’s stomach. The feeling of Jensen’s pulsating cock drives Jared over the edge and he comes again, his juices mixing with Jensen’s in the space between them. When they've finished, Jensen lays limply on top of Jared, breathing heavily. When he finally lifts himself off, he reaches into the nightstand and retrieves a small silver key. He unlocks the handcuffs one at a time, kissing Jared’s wrists where the cuffs dug into his skin. He looks down at Jared and smiles sheepishly.
"So...surprise?"
"I'll say," Jared says laughing, "now I see why you always want to be the submissive one. Maybe we should start taking turns, huh?"
Jensen draws his eyebrows together like he's thinking for a moment. "Maybe. But for now, how about we just take a shower instead."
A wide grin spreads across Jared’s face as he leans in and kisses Jensen softly on the mouth. "Whatever you say, Master."
Comments and constructive criticsm are always more than welcome!
Bound
Jensen/Jared RPS
R, 1700
Role reversals can be such fun!
Disclaimer my lovelies: I have no idea if this ever happened (outside of my head I mean).
A/N: Bondage kink behind the cut :)
Edited by my ever so fabulous
devochka_bloom. What would I do without you?
Jared knows something is up the moment he walks through the door. The lights are dimmed and the house has a warm, fragrant scent to it.
"What the hell?" he mutters, walking down the hallway towards the bedroom. "Jensen?"
What he sees upon entering the bedroom stops him in his tracks. Their bed, once practically clad in blue cotton sheets, is covered in black satin. There are candles lit throughout the room and things strongly resembling handcuffs on the pillow. In his surprise, he almost doesn't notice Jensen sitting in the corner of the room.
"Hello, Jared" he says in a low voice, a mischievous smile on his lips. "I've been waiting for you."
Jared has to swallow hard to keep himself from drooling. Jensen is shirtless, the candlelight enhancing any and every muscle on his toned torso. Dark green silk pajama pants cling lightly to his hips and whisper as he walks over. And as if he weren't hot enough already, he had even swiped on a thick line of black eyeliner. He knows how much Jared likes him in eyeliner. Jared stands open mouthed for just a second before reaching out and grabbing Jensen. He kisses him hard on the mouth and makes to push Jensen onto the bed when suddenly he's the one being pushed down. Jared looks up quizzically from where he lands and Jensen flashes a naughty smile at him once more.
"Tonight, I am in charge" he says, "You'll do as I say, when I say it."
Jared feels his eyebrows lift as he sits up. Usually, Jensen is the submissive one, so this twist in behavior makes his cock twitch with anticipation. Jensen pulls Jared's shirt off roughly and begins kissing and biting his lips. His hands work quickly and efficiently to remove Jared's jeans, pushing Jared down to pull them off.
"Get in the center of the bed and stretch your arms above your head," Jensen orders.
Jared has half a mind to refuse, just to see what Jensen's reaction would be, but obliges instead. Once Jared is situated, Jensen uses the handcuffs to bind his wrists to either side of the headboard. Being stripped down to his boxers and unable to use his hands makes Jared feel very vulnerable, but instead of feeling uneasy, he feels surprisingly turned on. Jensen strips off his pants and sits on the bed next to Jared. He bites Jared just below his ear, prizing a small moan from him. He traces a path of small bites down Jared's neck while pinching his nipple just a bit too hard. Jared has to bite down on his lips to keep from crying out. The pinching hurts, a lot, but the pain quickly turns pleasurable. Jensen continues down Jared's body, biting and pinching at all the areas he knows affect Jared most: his neck, his nipples and the skin right along his hip bone. He feels Jared squirming beneath the bites, torn between pleasure and pain. When he gets to the waistband of Jared's low-slung boxers, he locks eyes with Jared and drags his nails just beneath the elastic.
Jared sucks his breath in hard and quick through his teeth, "Jesus fuck."
His dick is achingly hard now, poking its way through the hole in his boxers. He strains at the handcuffs, wanting nothing more than to reach down and force Jensen’s mouth onto his dick. Finally, Jensen slides his fingers under the waistband and drags the boxers down, scratching his nails along Jared’s thighs as he does so. Jared’s dick is practically purple with need, and so hard that it's pointing up towards his face. Slowly, tantalizingly, Jensen spreads Jared’s thighs apart with his palms, pressing down and in toward Jared’s dick. He grabs Jared’s cock hard in his fist and flicks his tongue out, just once, over the head. As Jared moans, Jensen smiles at the pre-come that trickles out of the tip. Still squeezing tightly, he begins sucking Jared off, his free hand scratching at Jared’s thighs and massaging his balls.
"You fucking love this shit, don’t you?"
"Oh, Jensen, hell yea, so mu-" He stops mid-sentence as a searing hot pain juts through his thigh. Jensen had slapped him. Hard.
"Ow! What the-"
"Master Jensen" Jensen interrupts, voice calm and low, "'Master Jensen', 'Master' or simply 'Sir'. Anything else and you shall be punished. Understood?"
Jared looks up at him, jaw clenched. "Yes, Master Jensen. I understand."
A hint of a smile creeps across Jensen’s face as he bends over and plants a soft kiss on Jared’s, now red, thigh. As the stinging begins to subside, all that's left is a not altogether unpleasant throbbing. The fact that Jensen has resumed sucking his cock helps as well. Jared closes his eyes to thoroughly enjoy the sensations: the firm grip of Jensen’s hand, his mouth stretched around Jared’s dick, the way his teeth occasionally graze the soft flesh. He’s disappointed when Jensen suddenly pulls his mouth away. Jared looks down curiously, as Jensen pulls his own fingers into his mouth. Without breaking eye contact, he reaches down and massages Jared’s hole. Jared furrows his brow and bites his lip nervously. Being relatively new to gay relationships, Jared's never had anything in or around his ass before. Instinctively, he tightens up and moves to push his hand away, but stops as the handcuffs dig sharply into his wrists.
In a soft voice that's not at all demanding, Jensen whispers, "It's ok. Trust me. I'll take care of you."
Looking deep into his eyes, Jared knows that Jensen is being sincere. He takes a deep breath and forces himself to relax. Jensen massages the outside of his hole gently before pushing a finger inside. It just feels like pressure, but in a good way. Jensen works his finger around Jared’s insides a bit and watches his face to judge his response to the new sensation.
"You like that, you big whore?"
The words are rough, completely clashing with Jensen’s gentle voice and tender eyes. Jared just nods, the sensation too intense to speak. The pleasurable feeling begins to spread, working its way up his belly and across his body. Keeping his finger firmly in Jared's ass, Jensen continues sucking him off. He moves quickly and firmly, driving his finger deeper as his mouth takes in more and more of Jared. Jensen can see Jared’s stomach muscles tightening, knows that Jared is close to coming.
"Oh shit. Fuck Jensen...wait, I mean-"
But it's too late. Jensen drives a second finger into Jared’s tight hole and bites down on his hip in punishment. Jared cries out in a combination of bliss and pain and starts to come. Still working his fingers on Jared’s prostate, Jensen covers Jared’s dick with his mouth, lapping up his come hungrily. The room spins as Jared tries to regain coherent thought. He looks up at Jensen who is smiling mischievously (again) and wiping his mouth. He watches him crawl up the bed towards him. As Jensen kneels, straddling Jared's torso, he sees that Jensen is still hard.
"Suck it," Jensen demands, "Hard."
Jared tries to reach out for him but stops when he remembers that his hands are still bound. Jensen is still on his knees looking down expectantly at him, his cock inches from Jared’s face. Lifting his head up off the pillow, he sucks Jensen’s cock into his mouth. He feels it twitch with pleasure as he swirls his tongue around the tip. He pulls back, letting his teeth graze the sides and Jensen lets out a groan, as Jared knew he would. Jared bobs his head up and down on Jensen’s cock, somewhat slowly, enjoying the tantalizing pleasure that he’s sure he is causing. Without warning, Jensen reaches down and grabs Jared’s hair in his fists. "Harder, you cock sucker. Like you mean it."
Still gripping Jared’s hair in his hands, he starts to thrust faster and harder into Jared’s mouth. Jared gags a little, but starts sucking harder as he gets the hang of Jensen’s rhythm. Jensen pushes deeper than he ever has before and is pleasantly surprised when Jared is able to keep up.
'Not yet' he thinks to himself.
Slowing his pace suddenly, he pulls out of Jared’s mouth. He smiles when he looks down and sees Jared looking bewildered, open-mouthed and stretching his neck forward trying to recapture Jensen’s dick.
"Patience. I'm not ready to come just yet. Not like this."
Jensen looks down to find that Jared’s dick is looking up at him again. He settles his body on top of Jared's languidly outstretched form, their bodies pressed against each other. He reaches out and grabs Jared’s cuffed hands, locking his fingers with those of his slave. He leans down and kisses Jared, sucking his bottom lip as he slowly begins to rock his hips. Their hips bump as their swollen cocks rub against each other. Their bodies, slick with sweat, slide smoothly against one another. Jensen thrusts harder, feeling the pressure building at the base of his cock. Jared matches the pressure, lifting his legs to wrap around Jensen’s waist. They grind, fast and furious, until they can't take anymore.
"Fuck, Jay, oh fuck," Jensen cries out, his come shooting out across Jared’s stomach. The feeling of Jensen’s pulsating cock drives Jared over the edge and he comes again, his juices mixing with Jensen’s in the space between them. When they've finished, Jensen lays limply on top of Jared, breathing heavily. When he finally lifts himself off, he reaches into the nightstand and retrieves a small silver key. He unlocks the handcuffs one at a time, kissing Jared’s wrists where the cuffs dug into his skin. He looks down at Jared and smiles sheepishly.
"So...surprise?"
"I'll say," Jared says laughing, "now I see why you always want to be the submissive one. Maybe we should start taking turns, huh?"
Jensen draws his eyebrows together like he's thinking for a moment. "Maybe. But for now, how about we just take a shower instead."
A wide grin spreads across Jared’s face as he leans in and kisses Jensen softly on the mouth. "Whatever you say, Master."
Comments and constructive criticsm are always more than welcome!