Regency
Regency
Disclaimer: It's impossible to own people
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Taken from spnkink_meme
Word Count: ~2,400
Jared is an emperor receiving an important foreign delegation. Upon arrival Jared is fascinated with their translator, Jensen. Mainly because he's never seen glasses before, except in history books. It turns out, Jensen's country doesn't put much funding into their Healers except for the very wealthy. Somehow they end up in bed together, how is up to you as long as its completely consensual, and Jared makes sure to stay within Jensen's range of vision, no more than a 12in., so he can see him clearly.
Took a little liberties with the healers bit. Hope you don't mind. Also gave Jared a bit of an eye!kink which I think lies a bit in the subtext.
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Jared’s time is important, he doesn’t mean for this to sound conceded but he is an Emperor and as such he is responsible for thousands upon thousands if not millions of people. So he tends not to waste time or effort on matters he doesn’t think will pay off for him in a big way. He is exacting in his work and fights for tooth and nail for his people. He isn’t considered to be one of the most respected Emperors of all time for nothing. These delegations for peace talks have mostly been a blood bath in Jared’s favor he has yielded only two cursory points to the opposing side that will be negated in the legal loop holes he aforementioned at the beginning of the meeting.
Jared is a competitive bastard and he likes to win.
But there have been moments where his steel set determination has wavered. There is a man in the corner who is off to the side taking diligent notes. He comes every third day of the week, an alternate secretary from what Jared can deduce from the little time he has gleamed with him. He is distracting him.
He knows why, Jared is an incredibly self-aware person. He needs to be, he has to see his weaknesses before his enemies do at all time or risk being vulnerable, left open to failure. And Jared doesn’t do that. He hasn’t lost a game since his brother cheated him out of a game of monopoly in the third grade, and although his brother disagrees with him, Jared has no doubt he about it. He cheated.
It’s the man’s glasses. They distract him. They are black, even stylish and frame his face perfectly making him look all kinds of professional but still give him a form of high model like fashion. His people don’t have glasses. There is no need for them the small percent of his people that do need eye correction are given corrective eye surgery from the government free of charge and he hasn’t seen glasses on his people for decades.
The medical team in his country is the best of world and science and health care systems are first rate and make most industrial nations seem like third world nations by comparisons. Safe to say he hasn’t seen glasses on a human being since he was born and in most history books he has read glasses have been unneeded and phased out for the past fifty years or so.
Jared looks at him, he is stylishly dressed but not overly so which means Jensen is likely from middle class upbringing his standard black tie and black suit tell a story that Jensen is not used to the ornaments of wealth. He doesn’t wear a thousand dollar suit, he doesn’t have hundred dollar cuff links and his black shoes are fairly basic, typical. Jared muses that the man’s class is largely the reason why he is wearing them. This country doesn’t put much stock in helping those in the lower class. From what Jared has briefed only the rich are covered for the same treatment Jared’s entire country receives.
As they break for the day Jared feels a typical sense of accomplishment his adversary Misha is sweating bullets. This has become an everyday ritual for the past couple of days which means that his superiors must be furious on all the points they are conceding, in the talks for peace. But the truth of the matter is they don’t have much choice in the matter. Jared likes giving them enough rope to hang themselves. He is going to have them trapped in their own legalities and he is going to make it all look as if it was their idea.
He shakes the smaller man’s hands and gives a courtesy even if predatory smile.
‘Tomorrow then?’
Misha just looks up at him with a pained expression and a grimace that looks more laced with pain then friendliness. Jared can see straight through Misha’s façade he isn’t looking forward to their meeting tomorrow any more then he has since the negotiations started. He lets the smaller man’s hand go and pushes himself up to his full height six and a half feet tall he towers over most of the room. He catches the eye of his distraction as he makes his way out and gives him a quick wink before he leaves.
He busts out a full smile with dimples when he sees the man in the corner blush with a cute pink tinge to his cheeks and tries to compose himself in a more respectable manner.
Jared thinks to himself that this is going to be fun.
*
‘Jensen Ackles, 27 years old, from Richardson Texas, went to school at Texas University, majored in Political Science, stayed at the governor’s office for two years before getting into the Peace Corps where you have stayed on as a secretarial consultant for three years. Did I miss anything vaguely important?’ Jared summarizes as he slides gently into the seat right next to Jensen at the bar and motions for two drinks of their best scotch.
Jensen looks a bit unnerved which is to be expected Jared wanted him off base and he was setting the tone for their conversation at the very beginning.
Strike first. Strike Hard.
‘Uh. No. That’s pretty much everything.’ Jensen says while he adjusts his black framed glasses that seem to veil and dwarf his beautiful green lenses. Jared places a bet with himself that his eyes will look even more beautiful without them, but he also knows that Jensen is likely blind as a bat without them. Poor medical care usually leads to worsening eye sight and from what he knows most children get them around young ages between seven and twelve, which means that Jensen has probably had glasses for over a decade.
The bartender passes them a pricey scotch and gives Jensen a look that says ‘drink up’ and he does as he’s told.
Jensen makes a sour face and exhales. ‘Whoo, I guess it’s good to be king that stuff tastes like it’s made of money.’
Jared laughs, ‘Not king. Emperor. Sounds better and does away with that tyrant moniker you Americans stigmatize. And I can drink what I want. Your governments footing the bill.’ Jared explains with a toothy smile.
Jensen laughs at him.
They chew the fat staying clear and far away from politics and the negotiations and just in general talk about the current events. It’s nice. Jared’s usually used to pasting his eye balls trying to untangle political reports and trying to find the double meaning hidden between the walls of text etched out on legal papers. He loves his job and he is damn sure good at being the best leader of his country but he gets tired of all the paper work and documentation. It’s nice to have some human interaction every once and awhile. For all the good he does it doesn’t keep him warm at night. So if the small talk is any indication he is going to take a few hours and blow off some stress with the young freckled man and pound him into next week.
He must of said that out loud because Jensen’s eyes just got all hungry and dark, as he frantically nods his head yes and pull Jared up from his seat and leads him to the elevator.
‘Put it on their tab.’ He tells the bartender who just looks overly amused by the entire situation. Jared leaves him a hundred dollar tip underneath Jensen’s coaster.
*
They kiss like it’s the last chance they will ever have to kiss another person. It’s messy, hard and wet and has more than just an edge of violence to it. They are so into it that Jared pushes Jensen into the door with his weight and Jensen can barely get his card key out of his pants due to Jared’s vigorous all-encompassing assault on his person. Jared is touching him ever where seemingly all at once. His back. His ass. His chest. His face. To the point where Jensen is questioning where all of these extra appendages came from. They finally manage to get inside of the room and then it’s on.
An censor Jared had in the hall way has completely disappeared now. He is even more demanding then he was before and his tongue pillages through Jensen’s mouth. If Jared was a ten on the one to ten scale before in terms of possessiveness he’s breaking fifty now. Jared is trying to swallow Jensen whole. He tears of Jensen’s sports coat and makes a yanking motion on Jensen’s white button shirt breaking the first five buttons straight across. Jensen makes a slight protesting sound but it’s swallowed by Jared any way who is just taking and taking and damn it if that doesn’t just make Jensen harder in his tightening pants already.
They break for a moment and shuck off their pants and shoes, an intermission calm before the storm and if what Jensen sampled a few seconds ago is any indication it’s going to be an impact of epic proportions. Jensen’s bare now and he makes a movement to almost take off his glasses before Jared growls at him and tells him to leave them on. Then he is pushed on to his stomach and perched wide prettily for Jared.
Jensen reaches for the drawer and takes out some lubrication and condoms and Jared spanks him hard. Jared lubes up one finger and pushes into Jensen slowly but with intent and purpose. His voice sounds low, dangerous and deep. ‘God yeah. Fuck. I’m gonna ru-in you for anyone else.’ Jensen believes him and bites a pillow to contain his moans cause Jared’s pushing through him like he is made of clay and sculpting him inside and making him moan like it’s his job.
Once Jensen is opened up, he feel Jared’s head making teasing motions, it almost feels thoughtful even before it starts stretching him and damn it feels huge and if Jared’s height is any indication then it fucking must be.
‘Gonna make you squirm and make you all soft and pliant under me.’ Jensen’s eyes just roll back because if it’s just the crown of Jared’s cock doing that to him then he isn’t going to last a full session. Jared pushes each inch inside deeper and deeper and each inch pushes out another grown. He feels his ass spasming around
Jared’s cock and Jared settles all the way in and they are pressed balls to ass.
‘Now’s time for the fun part.’ Jared whispers to him in his ear and that’s when he starts fucking him doggy style each thrust feels amazing and Jared knows how to use his impressive length and girth. He makes each motion count for double and Jensen’s constantly on the edge thinking it can’t get any better and then seconds later he is proven wrong again when Jared finds a new punishingly pleasurable rhythm to get into.
‘Fuck you feel so good.’ Jared tells him and Jensen seconds that motion, Jared feels amazing within him.
‘Going to fuck you hard, make you feel it going to have you remembering this for our next session. You’re going to be so sore and your going to blush so prettily when we meet again just like when I saw you eyeing me today.’
Is Jensen even supposed to respond because? Yes. He wants that wants it all. He must have said that out loud because he heard Jared say he’s going to give it to him. He’s going to give Jensen all that he wants and needs real soon and that’s when it happens Jared switches up inside him yet again and it’s like he has just been hit by a lightning bolt. Fuckin-A. He comes like he hasn’t come since he was a teenager with his first boner and he must have clamped up really tight because Jared’s dull nails are piercing his hips.
‘Damn. Warn me next time. Was about to come.’ Jared tells him.
Jensen feels boneless. He couldn’t tell Jared anything if he wanted to. He feel happy and sleepy, but Jared hasn’t come yet and it seems rude since Jared made him feel so good before. Jared manhandles him into another position and he feel even deeper here face to face if not just physically then emotionally. They are both completely wrecked with sweat and Jared rocks back and forth into him and hits that spot that produced the
lightning bolt before and his body convulses for the second time almost painfully.
Jared makes a noise in the back of his throat and chases after his own orgasm looking Jensen dead in the face. ‘Take off your glasses. I want to see those eyes. Un-ub-struc-ted’ Jared tells him and makes swirling eight figure motions inside of him which just seem to kill Jensen further in the best way possible. He takes off his glasses and does as he is told and Jared pounds into him like it’s painful for him and he hits the spot again for the third consecutive time and they both come. It’s another amazing orgasm.
They both are panting as if they ran a marathon together. Both sticky in sweat and other body fluids and Jared is staring right at his eyes. He feels bare without his glasses and he notices Jared doesn’t move away from his face after they’re done.
‘Such beautiful eyes. There so green. There unreal.’
Jensen blushes and feels uncomfortable. ‘You know you should just fuck everyone that you get into a conflict with, there’s no doubt that they would leave happy and satisfied.’
Jared laughs. ‘Well your country is getting fucked in another way. You’ll just have to settle for getting fucked in this way.’ Jared’s still inside of him and his dick gives a twitch which feels deliciously good inside Jensen.
‘Lucky me.’ And Jensen means every last word of it as Jared licks the sweat off Jensen’s noise and starts counting his freckles with his tongue.
Disclaimer: It's impossible to own people
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Taken from spnkink_meme
Word Count: ~2,400
Jared is an emperor receiving an important foreign delegation. Upon arrival Jared is fascinated with their translator, Jensen. Mainly because he's never seen glasses before, except in history books. It turns out, Jensen's country doesn't put much funding into their Healers except for the very wealthy. Somehow they end up in bed together, how is up to you as long as its completely consensual, and Jared makes sure to stay within Jensen's range of vision, no more than a 12in., so he can see him clearly.
Took a little liberties with the healers bit. Hope you don't mind. Also gave Jared a bit of an eye!kink which I think lies a bit in the subtext.
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Jared’s time is important, he doesn’t mean for this to sound conceded but he is an Emperor and as such he is responsible for thousands upon thousands if not millions of people. So he tends not to waste time or effort on matters he doesn’t think will pay off for him in a big way. He is exacting in his work and fights for tooth and nail for his people. He isn’t considered to be one of the most respected Emperors of all time for nothing. These delegations for peace talks have mostly been a blood bath in Jared’s favor he has yielded only two cursory points to the opposing side that will be negated in the legal loop holes he aforementioned at the beginning of the meeting.
Jared is a competitive bastard and he likes to win.
But there have been moments where his steel set determination has wavered. There is a man in the corner who is off to the side taking diligent notes. He comes every third day of the week, an alternate secretary from what Jared can deduce from the little time he has gleamed with him. He is distracting him.
He knows why, Jared is an incredibly self-aware person. He needs to be, he has to see his weaknesses before his enemies do at all time or risk being vulnerable, left open to failure. And Jared doesn’t do that. He hasn’t lost a game since his brother cheated him out of a game of monopoly in the third grade, and although his brother disagrees with him, Jared has no doubt he about it. He cheated.
It’s the man’s glasses. They distract him. They are black, even stylish and frame his face perfectly making him look all kinds of professional but still give him a form of high model like fashion. His people don’t have glasses. There is no need for them the small percent of his people that do need eye correction are given corrective eye surgery from the government free of charge and he hasn’t seen glasses on his people for decades.
The medical team in his country is the best of world and science and health care systems are first rate and make most industrial nations seem like third world nations by comparisons. Safe to say he hasn’t seen glasses on a human being since he was born and in most history books he has read glasses have been unneeded and phased out for the past fifty years or so.
Jared looks at him, he is stylishly dressed but not overly so which means Jensen is likely from middle class upbringing his standard black tie and black suit tell a story that Jensen is not used to the ornaments of wealth. He doesn’t wear a thousand dollar suit, he doesn’t have hundred dollar cuff links and his black shoes are fairly basic, typical. Jared muses that the man’s class is largely the reason why he is wearing them. This country doesn’t put much stock in helping those in the lower class. From what Jared has briefed only the rich are covered for the same treatment Jared’s entire country receives.
As they break for the day Jared feels a typical sense of accomplishment his adversary Misha is sweating bullets. This has become an everyday ritual for the past couple of days which means that his superiors must be furious on all the points they are conceding, in the talks for peace. But the truth of the matter is they don’t have much choice in the matter. Jared likes giving them enough rope to hang themselves. He is going to have them trapped in their own legalities and he is going to make it all look as if it was their idea.
He shakes the smaller man’s hands and gives a courtesy even if predatory smile.
‘Tomorrow then?’
Misha just looks up at him with a pained expression and a grimace that looks more laced with pain then friendliness. Jared can see straight through Misha’s façade he isn’t looking forward to their meeting tomorrow any more then he has since the negotiations started. He lets the smaller man’s hand go and pushes himself up to his full height six and a half feet tall he towers over most of the room. He catches the eye of his distraction as he makes his way out and gives him a quick wink before he leaves.
He busts out a full smile with dimples when he sees the man in the corner blush with a cute pink tinge to his cheeks and tries to compose himself in a more respectable manner.
Jared thinks to himself that this is going to be fun.
*
‘Jensen Ackles, 27 years old, from Richardson Texas, went to school at Texas University, majored in Political Science, stayed at the governor’s office for two years before getting into the Peace Corps where you have stayed on as a secretarial consultant for three years. Did I miss anything vaguely important?’ Jared summarizes as he slides gently into the seat right next to Jensen at the bar and motions for two drinks of their best scotch.
Jensen looks a bit unnerved which is to be expected Jared wanted him off base and he was setting the tone for their conversation at the very beginning.
Strike first. Strike Hard.
‘Uh. No. That’s pretty much everything.’ Jensen says while he adjusts his black framed glasses that seem to veil and dwarf his beautiful green lenses. Jared places a bet with himself that his eyes will look even more beautiful without them, but he also knows that Jensen is likely blind as a bat without them. Poor medical care usually leads to worsening eye sight and from what he knows most children get them around young ages between seven and twelve, which means that Jensen has probably had glasses for over a decade.
The bartender passes them a pricey scotch and gives Jensen a look that says ‘drink up’ and he does as he’s told.
Jensen makes a sour face and exhales. ‘Whoo, I guess it’s good to be king that stuff tastes like it’s made of money.’
Jared laughs, ‘Not king. Emperor. Sounds better and does away with that tyrant moniker you Americans stigmatize. And I can drink what I want. Your governments footing the bill.’ Jared explains with a toothy smile.
Jensen laughs at him.
They chew the fat staying clear and far away from politics and the negotiations and just in general talk about the current events. It’s nice. Jared’s usually used to pasting his eye balls trying to untangle political reports and trying to find the double meaning hidden between the walls of text etched out on legal papers. He loves his job and he is damn sure good at being the best leader of his country but he gets tired of all the paper work and documentation. It’s nice to have some human interaction every once and awhile. For all the good he does it doesn’t keep him warm at night. So if the small talk is any indication he is going to take a few hours and blow off some stress with the young freckled man and pound him into next week.
He must of said that out loud because Jensen’s eyes just got all hungry and dark, as he frantically nods his head yes and pull Jared up from his seat and leads him to the elevator.
‘Put it on their tab.’ He tells the bartender who just looks overly amused by the entire situation. Jared leaves him a hundred dollar tip underneath Jensen’s coaster.
*
They kiss like it’s the last chance they will ever have to kiss another person. It’s messy, hard and wet and has more than just an edge of violence to it. They are so into it that Jared pushes Jensen into the door with his weight and Jensen can barely get his card key out of his pants due to Jared’s vigorous all-encompassing assault on his person. Jared is touching him ever where seemingly all at once. His back. His ass. His chest. His face. To the point where Jensen is questioning where all of these extra appendages came from. They finally manage to get inside of the room and then it’s on.
An censor Jared had in the hall way has completely disappeared now. He is even more demanding then he was before and his tongue pillages through Jensen’s mouth. If Jared was a ten on the one to ten scale before in terms of possessiveness he’s breaking fifty now. Jared is trying to swallow Jensen whole. He tears of Jensen’s sports coat and makes a yanking motion on Jensen’s white button shirt breaking the first five buttons straight across. Jensen makes a slight protesting sound but it’s swallowed by Jared any way who is just taking and taking and damn it if that doesn’t just make Jensen harder in his tightening pants already.
They break for a moment and shuck off their pants and shoes, an intermission calm before the storm and if what Jensen sampled a few seconds ago is any indication it’s going to be an impact of epic proportions. Jensen’s bare now and he makes a movement to almost take off his glasses before Jared growls at him and tells him to leave them on. Then he is pushed on to his stomach and perched wide prettily for Jared.
Jensen reaches for the drawer and takes out some lubrication and condoms and Jared spanks him hard. Jared lubes up one finger and pushes into Jensen slowly but with intent and purpose. His voice sounds low, dangerous and deep. ‘God yeah. Fuck. I’m gonna ru-in you for anyone else.’ Jensen believes him and bites a pillow to contain his moans cause Jared’s pushing through him like he is made of clay and sculpting him inside and making him moan like it’s his job.
Once Jensen is opened up, he feel Jared’s head making teasing motions, it almost feels thoughtful even before it starts stretching him and damn it feels huge and if Jared’s height is any indication then it fucking must be.
‘Gonna make you squirm and make you all soft and pliant under me.’ Jensen’s eyes just roll back because if it’s just the crown of Jared’s cock doing that to him then he isn’t going to last a full session. Jared pushes each inch inside deeper and deeper and each inch pushes out another grown. He feels his ass spasming around
Jared’s cock and Jared settles all the way in and they are pressed balls to ass.
‘Now’s time for the fun part.’ Jared whispers to him in his ear and that’s when he starts fucking him doggy style each thrust feels amazing and Jared knows how to use his impressive length and girth. He makes each motion count for double and Jensen’s constantly on the edge thinking it can’t get any better and then seconds later he is proven wrong again when Jared finds a new punishingly pleasurable rhythm to get into.
‘Fuck you feel so good.’ Jared tells him and Jensen seconds that motion, Jared feels amazing within him.
‘Going to fuck you hard, make you feel it going to have you remembering this for our next session. You’re going to be so sore and your going to blush so prettily when we meet again just like when I saw you eyeing me today.’
Is Jensen even supposed to respond because? Yes. He wants that wants it all. He must have said that out loud because he heard Jared say he’s going to give it to him. He’s going to give Jensen all that he wants and needs real soon and that’s when it happens Jared switches up inside him yet again and it’s like he has just been hit by a lightning bolt. Fuckin-A. He comes like he hasn’t come since he was a teenager with his first boner and he must have clamped up really tight because Jared’s dull nails are piercing his hips.
‘Damn. Warn me next time. Was about to come.’ Jared tells him.
Jensen feels boneless. He couldn’t tell Jared anything if he wanted to. He feel happy and sleepy, but Jared hasn’t come yet and it seems rude since Jared made him feel so good before. Jared manhandles him into another position and he feel even deeper here face to face if not just physically then emotionally. They are both completely wrecked with sweat and Jared rocks back and forth into him and hits that spot that produced the
lightning bolt before and his body convulses for the second time almost painfully.
Jared makes a noise in the back of his throat and chases after his own orgasm looking Jensen dead in the face. ‘Take off your glasses. I want to see those eyes. Un-ub-struc-ted’ Jared tells him and makes swirling eight figure motions inside of him which just seem to kill Jensen further in the best way possible. He takes off his glasses and does as he is told and Jared pounds into him like it’s painful for him and he hits the spot again for the third consecutive time and they both come. It’s another amazing orgasm.
They both are panting as if they ran a marathon together. Both sticky in sweat and other body fluids and Jared is staring right at his eyes. He feels bare without his glasses and he notices Jared doesn’t move away from his face after they’re done.
‘Such beautiful eyes. There so green. There unreal.’
Jensen blushes and feels uncomfortable. ‘You know you should just fuck everyone that you get into a conflict with, there’s no doubt that they would leave happy and satisfied.’
Jared laughs. ‘Well your country is getting fucked in another way. You’ll just have to settle for getting fucked in this way.’ Jared’s still inside of him and his dick gives a twitch which feels deliciously good inside Jensen.
‘Lucky me.’ And Jensen means every last word of it as Jared licks the sweat off Jensen’s noise and starts counting his freckles with his tongue.