FILLED Untitled Impotence Fic, NC-17, Dean/Lisa 1/2
anonymous
April 16 2013, 12:34:52 UTC
I . . . I don't know why I've done this (well, ok, it's because I kind of like this trope) but here is some Lisa/Impotent!Dean sexy times for you.
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Dean isn't really sure of how exactly they have sex, every time he feels unsure, of what Lisa wants. He can get her off and focuses on that, and she knows he won't get off. This is for her and yet she makes it about him. It's something they don't talk about much, and it's an activity that he is simultaneously certain and uncertain about, because it always ends up the same way.
They curl towards each other at night sometimes.
(Sometimes not, sometimes he can imagine a time lapse camera above their bed, seeing her still and silent and peaceful, and watching Dean turn and thrash, fall peaceful for an hour and wake again, lying eyes open on sheets that are suddenly too comfortable and too *textured*, shifting next to her for another two hours, another two hours of sleep, an hour of scouring the darkness with his eyes, an hour of staring at the ceiling, and wondering what Sam and Dad saw in theirs. That - imagined - image is the one that makes him most inclined to leave.)
They kiss and Dean touches her hair, her collarbone, tongues her neck and just behind her ear. Her hands reach for him too, running down his jaw, down his chest.
He moves to hers.
She reaches for his ass, and pulls him towards her, rubbing their groins together.
He's thought about it, and he's not sure that without an erection this friction is very effective for her.
But his mouth on her neck, and the top of her breasts he knows can compensate this early in the foreplay.
Lisa is always moving towards him, sliding a leg in between his this time, Dean can feel the rub against his dick and can feel if it doesn't put the pressure back where he expects (still expects, still gets shocked at his own body).
Lisa's breath hitches for the first time, and he smirks, kissing down her belly, flicking his tongue when he reaches his destination.
She runs her hands through his hair, a good movement, she can direct him, hold him still when he's doing something right.
After a couple of minutes - and, he notices, the start of quite a wet patch on the sheets - she whispers his name, and pulls his head so he'l rise again, she pulls her body away from his to grab a tissue and dry his mouth before kissing him.
She slides her leg back between his, but he doesn't want to be shocked again, and rolls slightly away so her leg just lies over both of his.
She knees his cock, and he pushes back the stirrings of shame. She's fit herself to him so that her clit locks with his hipbone, and she gyrates there, his hands on her ass, guiding, supporting her as she works herself up.
Her leg is still nudging his cock, and he feels how it starts to stir and fails. He takes one hand away to hold her knee in place, so that he can't feel how easily manipulatable it is, just feels the pressure of her there, and it's nice.
Dean can't find a way to get inside her in this position, so he focuses on sucking and licking at her collarbone down, because that's the other part of her that he knows will work her up.
He watches her face, because Lisa's face when she orgasms is so obvious; she goes through sex with a face of mild concentration, and then suddenly her face contorts with pleasure and her eyes close and Dean thinks maybe he's watching her stop thinking.
She can last, so he holds her there, sucking harder but not moving. When she starts to relax, he moves his mouth away. There's a small pink mark there, but he can see that'll be gone within the next thirty minutes.
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Dean isn't really sure of how exactly they have sex, every time he feels unsure, of what Lisa wants. He can get her off and focuses on that, and she knows he won't get off. This is for her and yet she makes it about him. It's something they don't talk about much, and it's an activity that he is simultaneously certain and uncertain about, because it always ends up the same way.
They curl towards each other at night sometimes.
(Sometimes not, sometimes he can imagine a time lapse camera above their bed, seeing her still and silent and peaceful, and watching Dean turn and thrash, fall peaceful for an hour and wake again, lying eyes open on sheets that are suddenly too comfortable and too *textured*, shifting next to her for another two hours, another two hours of sleep, an hour of scouring the darkness with his eyes, an hour of staring at the ceiling, and wondering what Sam and Dad saw in theirs. That - imagined - image is the one that makes him most inclined to leave.)
They kiss and Dean touches her hair, her collarbone, tongues her neck and just behind her ear. Her hands reach for him too, running down his jaw, down his chest.
He moves to hers.
She reaches for his ass, and pulls him towards her, rubbing their groins together.
He's thought about it, and he's not sure that without an erection this friction is very effective for her.
But his mouth on her neck, and the top of her breasts he knows can compensate this early in the foreplay.
Lisa is always moving towards him, sliding a leg in between his this time, Dean can feel the rub against his dick and can feel if it doesn't put the pressure back where he expects (still expects, still gets shocked at his own body).
Lisa's breath hitches for the first time, and he smirks, kissing down her belly, flicking his tongue when he reaches his destination.
She runs her hands through his hair, a good movement, she can direct him, hold him still when he's doing something right.
After a couple of minutes - and, he notices, the start of quite a wet patch on the sheets - she whispers his name, and pulls his head so he'l rise again, she pulls her body away from his to grab a tissue and dry his mouth before kissing him.
She slides her leg back between his, but he doesn't want to be shocked again, and rolls slightly away so her leg just lies over both of his.
She knees his cock, and he pushes back the stirrings of shame. She's fit herself to him so that her clit locks with his hipbone, and she gyrates there, his hands on her ass, guiding, supporting her as she works herself up.
Her leg is still nudging his cock, and he feels how it starts to stir and fails. He takes one hand away to hold her knee in place, so that he can't feel how easily manipulatable it is, just feels the pressure of her there, and it's nice.
Dean can't find a way to get inside her in this position, so he focuses on sucking and licking at her collarbone down, because that's the other part of her that he knows will work her up.
He watches her face, because Lisa's face when she orgasms is so obvious; she goes through sex with a face of mild concentration, and then suddenly her face contorts with pleasure and her eyes close and Dean thinks maybe he's watching her stop thinking.
She can last, so he holds her there, sucking harder but not moving. When she starts to relax, he moves his mouth away. There's a small pink mark there, but he can see that'll be gone within the next thirty minutes.
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