Los Dedos
Author: emocezi
Title: Los Dedos
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1445
Disclaimer: I do not own The Losers nor do I make a proft from this work of fiction.
A/N: Los Dedos means The Fingers in Spanish. Also, this was based on the prompt i need some prostate milking. i Need jensen on his back/stomach withering like hell as cougar milks his prostate turning him in to withering goo. thank you.
Jensen couldn't think. He could barely breathe. All he could do was move, writhing on the floor like a man possessed while Cougar fucked him with three fingers. The sniper had a serious kink involving his fingers and Jensen, and every now and again he indulged said kink. Tonight was one such night.
They were on leave, in Jensen's sparse apartment. Cougar's hat was hanging on the hatstand by the door and what had turned into a movie night had ended in the sniper casually leaning over and biting at Jensen's shoulder in a way that signaled he wasn't all that involved in the movie.
It had turned into a bit of a wrestling match until Cougar had gotten Jensen's pants off. The hacker always went commando when he was in his apartment, which always made it easier for Cougar to get his way. The plain white T-shirt had been purposefully tangled around Jensen's elbows and forearms, leaving him open and helpless against Cougar's calloused fingers.
He'd toyed around with the taller man, stroking along his inner thighs and lower stomach until he was quivering and making half hearted pleas. Stroked his fingers along Jensen's cock until the hacker was shaking and so close to the edge Cougar could taste it. It was only then that he dug out the lube from between the couch cushions where it always ended up buried and slicked up his fingers.
He took his time between one finger and two, even longer between the second and third finger. Spreading Jensen's thighs open so he could watch Jensen's hole, red and stretched out around his fingers. Watch them sink into yielding flesh and feel the quiver of muscles, watch Jensen jump and shiver, listen to him moan, helpless and half crazed with lust.
Every now and again he'd find Jensen's prostate, circle his fingers around it and apply steady pressure until the hacker was breathless and mewling, his eyes rolling back in his head and his back arching. Just like now; Jensen's thighs slammed tight around Cougar's forearm when he kept the pressure on Jensen's prostate a steady circle, watching Jensen's pupils grow until his eyes were nearly black, the thin sliver of blue going so dark it nearly blended in. Cougar loved this, the way he could make Jensen fall apart under his hands.
The hacker was arching like an electric current was running through him. He was taking huge sobbing breaths, his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Cougar shuddered, palming himself through his jeans and then easing Jensen's thighs open, backing off of his prostate and getting a good grip on Jensen's hip so he could start a fast rhythm, fucking Jensen open with his fingers.
“Cou-Cougar.” Jensen managed, his voice thin and breaking, body twitching at the near over stimulation, obviously trying to plead and beg and convince the sniper to let him come ahead of schedule and they couldn't have that. Cougar mouthed against the hackers cock in response, knowing it would keep Jensen from speaking. The hacker let out a loud howl and kicked out. Cougar glared then nipped at Jensen's hip in warning and leaned back to watch his fingers dissapear into that swollen hole.
“You're gorgeous like this.” Cougar murmured, pretty sure Jensen was too far gone to hear him. Roque could burst into the room waving his knives and Jensen wouldn't even notice. “All spread out, all mine. Taking my fingers like you were lonely without them. I could fuck you with them all night, just watch you go insane because of me.”
He slid forward a little, spreading Jensen's legs open with his own and moving back to find Jensen's prostate, circling his fingers around the small nub of nerves and pressing his thumb gently, just under the hackers balls, stimulating his prostate from the outside as well. Not enough for the hacker to come, but enough to make him howl loudly. He tried to cry out again but he didn't have enough air in his lungs. His entire body was twitching, toes curling, fingertips tingling. The knot at the bast of his spine was huge and tight and if Cougar kept it up for just a few more seconds he would be having the best orgasm of his life.
The sniper backed off almost immediately, not ready to end his fun so quickly and started fucking Jensen with slow, gentle push-pulls of his fingers, avoiding his prostate with care. It took a huge amount of effort for Jensen to jab his knee against Cougar's shoulder in silent protest. He was still out of breath, almost dizzy with it. The pull of orgasm was fading, the knot at the bast of his spine loosening gently until he was collapsed on the carpet, sprawled out, Cougar still fingerfucking him gently.
“I hate you.” Jensen managed, moaning out the last word, gently rocking his hips against Cougar's fingers. His brain was still fuzzy with lust, though a rogue thought drifted up from the back of his mind, asking how much longer this was going to go on. Jensen rolled his head to peer at the television, and from the credits rolling up the screen, Cougar had been indulging himself for nearly an hour. Jensen groaned to himself and tried to get his arms out of the tangled fabric of his shirt again, missing the leer Cougar gave.
There was a sudden pressure on his thighs and then Cougar's long fingers were stroking rhythmic come hithers directly on his prostate. Jensen's hips snapped up involuntarily, his lower back arching until the thought his spine would break. Jensen started yelling, long low cries that broke at the end, almost like sobs. There was nothing to grab onto and all he could do was yell to keep from going mindless with Cougar's fingers buried inside him.
The sniper slid up Jensen's body, fingers still working inside him, deepening the pressure just slightly until Jensen could feel it in the palms of his hands, tingling down into his fingertips. He was still yelling, his voice catching and nearly gone. Cougar's face was next to him, cheek brushing against his own as he mouthed against Jensen's jaw, just under his ear.
“Come for me. I want to see you come.” Cougar pressed his thumb into Jensen's perineum again, gently rolling it until he could feel Jensen tense underneath him. Body tight in a way that meant he'd probably crash after he came. “Make all the noise you want, I love your sounds.”
Jensen was shaking, entire body giving off tiny tremors like he was going into shock. His eyes were wide and blind, pupils so blown Cougar couldn't see the deep blue of his iris. He was mewling, hips rocking and looking for that little bit extra, body curled on the knife's edge of orgasm.
Cougar knew he'd get in shit for it later, but he couldn't help himself when faced with all that warm, flushed skin. The sniper licked a stripe across Jensen's throat and bit at his shoulder, hard and desperate. It was the extra, the flash of pain that sent the hacker over the edge and coming hard and helpless, gasping and taking huge sobbing breaths and shaking while Cougar fucked him through it, fingers gentling against his prostate until Jensen was limp on the floor, taking huge shuddering breaths and staring at nothing.
The sniper gave one last hard push of his fingers against Jensen's prostate that had the hacker arching and yelping and then slid his fingers out of Jensen's well fucked hole, watching it clench and unclench at being empty after he'd played with it for so long.
Cougar shifted a little, then unzipped his pants and started jerking off over Jensen's stomach, pulling at himself in short hard strokes. It didn't take long for him to come, striping across Jensen's stomach as he groaned through his own orgasm. Tucking himself back in his jeans, Cougar sat on his haunches and stared at Jensen, sprawled across the living room carpet like a pornstar. The sniper raised an eyebrow at the sight and wondered how long it would take Jensen to get hard again.
“Don't man.” Jensen mumbled when Cougar swiped his fingers through the semen on Jensen's stomach . He struggled tiredly, then seemed to just give up the fight and went limp, whining when Cougar pushed his come soaked fingers back into Jensen, marveling at how easily Jensen opened for him. “Cougar, I'm tired.”
“Just for a little while. I promise. I just want to touch you”
Title: Los Dedos
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1445
Disclaimer: I do not own The Losers nor do I make a proft from this work of fiction.
A/N: Los Dedos means The Fingers in Spanish. Also, this was based on the prompt i need some prostate milking. i Need jensen on his back/stomach withering like hell as cougar milks his prostate turning him in to withering goo. thank you.
Jensen couldn't think. He could barely breathe. All he could do was move, writhing on the floor like a man possessed while Cougar fucked him with three fingers. The sniper had a serious kink involving his fingers and Jensen, and every now and again he indulged said kink. Tonight was one such night.
They were on leave, in Jensen's sparse apartment. Cougar's hat was hanging on the hatstand by the door and what had turned into a movie night had ended in the sniper casually leaning over and biting at Jensen's shoulder in a way that signaled he wasn't all that involved in the movie.
It had turned into a bit of a wrestling match until Cougar had gotten Jensen's pants off. The hacker always went commando when he was in his apartment, which always made it easier for Cougar to get his way. The plain white T-shirt had been purposefully tangled around Jensen's elbows and forearms, leaving him open and helpless against Cougar's calloused fingers.
He'd toyed around with the taller man, stroking along his inner thighs and lower stomach until he was quivering and making half hearted pleas. Stroked his fingers along Jensen's cock until the hacker was shaking and so close to the edge Cougar could taste it. It was only then that he dug out the lube from between the couch cushions where it always ended up buried and slicked up his fingers.
He took his time between one finger and two, even longer between the second and third finger. Spreading Jensen's thighs open so he could watch Jensen's hole, red and stretched out around his fingers. Watch them sink into yielding flesh and feel the quiver of muscles, watch Jensen jump and shiver, listen to him moan, helpless and half crazed with lust.
Every now and again he'd find Jensen's prostate, circle his fingers around it and apply steady pressure until the hacker was breathless and mewling, his eyes rolling back in his head and his back arching. Just like now; Jensen's thighs slammed tight around Cougar's forearm when he kept the pressure on Jensen's prostate a steady circle, watching Jensen's pupils grow until his eyes were nearly black, the thin sliver of blue going so dark it nearly blended in. Cougar loved this, the way he could make Jensen fall apart under his hands.
The hacker was arching like an electric current was running through him. He was taking huge sobbing breaths, his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Cougar shuddered, palming himself through his jeans and then easing Jensen's thighs open, backing off of his prostate and getting a good grip on Jensen's hip so he could start a fast rhythm, fucking Jensen open with his fingers.
“Cou-Cougar.” Jensen managed, his voice thin and breaking, body twitching at the near over stimulation, obviously trying to plead and beg and convince the sniper to let him come ahead of schedule and they couldn't have that. Cougar mouthed against the hackers cock in response, knowing it would keep Jensen from speaking. The hacker let out a loud howl and kicked out. Cougar glared then nipped at Jensen's hip in warning and leaned back to watch his fingers dissapear into that swollen hole.
“You're gorgeous like this.” Cougar murmured, pretty sure Jensen was too far gone to hear him. Roque could burst into the room waving his knives and Jensen wouldn't even notice. “All spread out, all mine. Taking my fingers like you were lonely without them. I could fuck you with them all night, just watch you go insane because of me.”
He slid forward a little, spreading Jensen's legs open with his own and moving back to find Jensen's prostate, circling his fingers around the small nub of nerves and pressing his thumb gently, just under the hackers balls, stimulating his prostate from the outside as well. Not enough for the hacker to come, but enough to make him howl loudly. He tried to cry out again but he didn't have enough air in his lungs. His entire body was twitching, toes curling, fingertips tingling. The knot at the bast of his spine was huge and tight and if Cougar kept it up for just a few more seconds he would be having the best orgasm of his life.
The sniper backed off almost immediately, not ready to end his fun so quickly and started fucking Jensen with slow, gentle push-pulls of his fingers, avoiding his prostate with care. It took a huge amount of effort for Jensen to jab his knee against Cougar's shoulder in silent protest. He was still out of breath, almost dizzy with it. The pull of orgasm was fading, the knot at the bast of his spine loosening gently until he was collapsed on the carpet, sprawled out, Cougar still fingerfucking him gently.
“I hate you.” Jensen managed, moaning out the last word, gently rocking his hips against Cougar's fingers. His brain was still fuzzy with lust, though a rogue thought drifted up from the back of his mind, asking how much longer this was going to go on. Jensen rolled his head to peer at the television, and from the credits rolling up the screen, Cougar had been indulging himself for nearly an hour. Jensen groaned to himself and tried to get his arms out of the tangled fabric of his shirt again, missing the leer Cougar gave.
There was a sudden pressure on his thighs and then Cougar's long fingers were stroking rhythmic come hithers directly on his prostate. Jensen's hips snapped up involuntarily, his lower back arching until the thought his spine would break. Jensen started yelling, long low cries that broke at the end, almost like sobs. There was nothing to grab onto and all he could do was yell to keep from going mindless with Cougar's fingers buried inside him.
The sniper slid up Jensen's body, fingers still working inside him, deepening the pressure just slightly until Jensen could feel it in the palms of his hands, tingling down into his fingertips. He was still yelling, his voice catching and nearly gone. Cougar's face was next to him, cheek brushing against his own as he mouthed against Jensen's jaw, just under his ear.
“Come for me. I want to see you come.” Cougar pressed his thumb into Jensen's perineum again, gently rolling it until he could feel Jensen tense underneath him. Body tight in a way that meant he'd probably crash after he came. “Make all the noise you want, I love your sounds.”
Jensen was shaking, entire body giving off tiny tremors like he was going into shock. His eyes were wide and blind, pupils so blown Cougar couldn't see the deep blue of his iris. He was mewling, hips rocking and looking for that little bit extra, body curled on the knife's edge of orgasm.
Cougar knew he'd get in shit for it later, but he couldn't help himself when faced with all that warm, flushed skin. The sniper licked a stripe across Jensen's throat and bit at his shoulder, hard and desperate. It was the extra, the flash of pain that sent the hacker over the edge and coming hard and helpless, gasping and taking huge sobbing breaths and shaking while Cougar fucked him through it, fingers gentling against his prostate until Jensen was limp on the floor, taking huge shuddering breaths and staring at nothing.
The sniper gave one last hard push of his fingers against Jensen's prostate that had the hacker arching and yelping and then slid his fingers out of Jensen's well fucked hole, watching it clench and unclench at being empty after he'd played with it for so long.
Cougar shifted a little, then unzipped his pants and started jerking off over Jensen's stomach, pulling at himself in short hard strokes. It didn't take long for him to come, striping across Jensen's stomach as he groaned through his own orgasm. Tucking himself back in his jeans, Cougar sat on his haunches and stared at Jensen, sprawled across the living room carpet like a pornstar. The sniper raised an eyebrow at the sight and wondered how long it would take Jensen to get hard again.
“Don't man.” Jensen mumbled when Cougar swiped his fingers through the semen on Jensen's stomach . He struggled tiredly, then seemed to just give up the fight and went limp, whining when Cougar pushed his come soaked fingers back into Jensen, marveling at how easily Jensen opened for him. “Cougar, I'm tired.”
“Just for a little while. I promise. I just want to touch you”