Lost/SPN - Jack/Cas - NC17 - consensual d/s, topping from the bottominvisibleloveJanuary 8 2011, 14:49:18 UTC
YAAAAAAAAY EPIC CROSSOVER SHIP IS EPIC. HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, LOVELY :D <33333
Cas remembers when he used to be able to keep Dean pinned to the bed with barely a thought - his strong hunter's body useless against his angelic power. And now a strung out doctor can have him practically incapacitated by simply taking both wrists in one hand and pinning them to the mattress above his head. Now he is helpless to do much of anything but buck and thrash as Jack opens him up with excruciatingly slow strokes of his fingers.
It should make him upset, should make him furious really, to have fallen so far from his former self that a human can have him at his mercy - but in all honesty, and maybe it's just the drugs talking - Cas loves it. He gets off on giving up his power to Jack. Because he knows that he'll take care of him. It's nice to not have to worry about control after millennia of feeling it slowly slip from your grasp.
Cas becomes incapable of thought for a moment when Jack finds his prostate and presses down hard. He lets out a noise that's almost a scream and Jack swallows it with his whisky-flavored mouth. But Jack is by no means so far gone that he doesn't know what he's doing, because right now he's playing Cas like a fucking instrument, like the piano he once mentioned that he could play a million years ago. Back before this twilight zone that they're living in now.
Jack removes his fingers from Cas' body but still manages to keep his wrists pinned as he slicks himself with the precious bottle of lotion that Cas managed to sweet-talk away from Chuck.
Jack presses their mouths together once more as he slides home, catching the desperate little sounds Cas makes. Cas bucks up to meet Jack's first thrust and revels in the feeling of being so completely filled. Jack's eyes are hazy with oxy and alcohol, but Cas can tell he still knows exactly where he is and what they're doing. They long ago gave up on drifting away and trying to pretend that they were fucking the ones they'd lost. Somewhere along the line, they just became enough for each other.
Jack gives a few more exquisite thrusts of his hips and Cas flexes his fingers against the mattress. He has no problem handing over control to Jack, but he has also discovered his very human enjoyment of snatching that control back. He lifts his feet from where they're planted on either side of Jack and wraps his legs around Jack's waist, crossing his ankles at the small of his back. This forces Jack deeper and Cas smiles when he feels Jack give a full body shudder around him. He takes this moment of distraction to pull his arms free from Jack's loosening grasp and reaches up and threads his fingers through Jack's hair, which has finally gotten long enough for Cas to tug. He seals their mouths together and Cas runs his tongue against Jack's teeth.
It's taken Cas awhile to fully come to terms with being human, with losing all of the strength he once had, but he's also learned to appreciate his human strength, the miracle of muscles and bones working together. So it is then that Cas fixes Jack with a wicked stare and clenches his thighs and abdomen and sends them both rolling to the side until Jack is flat on his back and Cas is fixed firmly on his lap. He revels in the clench and pull and stretch of his thighs as he raises himself up only to press back down completely to take Jack as deeply into his body as possible.
Once Jack gets over the initial shock of finding himself flat on his back and at Cas' mercy, a slow smile spreads across his face and he places his hands on Cas' thighs, feeling the muscles there bunch and contract as he guides the speed of their coupling.
Cas smiles and sinks down deep, giving a pleased little gasp when he feels Jack hit his prostate once more. He throws his head back, knows that they both aren't far from coming, and marvels at the contradictions present in his human mind. Because he loves being at Jack's mercy and handing over his control.
Re: Lost/SPN - Jack/Cas - NC17 - consensual d/s, topping from the bottomjanie_tangerineJanuary 8 2011, 21:41:12 UTC
UUUUNF OMG BRAIN IS BROKEN ILU AND YOU PUT TOGETHER TWO OF MY FAVORITE THINGS EVER OOOMGGG YES.
GOD THE DYNAMIC. IT WAS SO PERFECT. I liked that their roles weren't exactly settled all the way because it totally makes sense with the fact that in my head they'd be good at both topping and bottoming, and NN CAS'S REASONING IS JUST SO SOUND. I loved him sweet-talking lotion away from Chuck and reminiscing about Dean but totally giving it up to Jack omg. And it was hot. And I like that both of them are totally there for what they're doing. AND CAS SWITCHING IT IN THE END - UGH BRAIN HAD A SHORT CIRCUIT FROM THE HOT. And the perfection of that. And those last two sentences - UNF YES FOREVER. And THAT PIANO METAPHOR = UM YES THIS.
NO SERIOUSLY THIS IS AMAZING AND MY COHERENCY SUCKS BUT BE SURE THAT I LOVE IT.
Damn, the world should know about the amazingness of this ship more. -nod-
Cas remembers when he used to be able to keep Dean pinned to the bed with barely a thought - his strong hunter's body useless against his angelic power. And now a strung out doctor can have him practically incapacitated by simply taking both wrists in one hand and pinning them to the mattress above his head. Now he is helpless to do much of anything but buck and thrash as Jack opens him up with excruciatingly slow strokes of his fingers.
It should make him upset, should make him furious really, to have fallen so far from his former self that a human can have him at his mercy - but in all honesty, and maybe it's just the drugs talking - Cas loves it. He gets off on giving up his power to Jack. Because he knows that he'll take care of him. It's nice to not have to worry about control after millennia of feeling it slowly slip from your grasp.
Cas becomes incapable of thought for a moment when Jack finds his prostate and presses down hard. He lets out a noise that's almost a scream and Jack swallows it with his whisky-flavored mouth. But Jack is by no means so far gone that he doesn't know what he's doing, because right now he's playing Cas like a fucking instrument, like the piano he once mentioned that he could play a million years ago. Back before this twilight zone that they're living in now.
Jack removes his fingers from Cas' body but still manages to keep his wrists pinned as he slicks himself with the precious bottle of lotion that Cas managed to sweet-talk away from Chuck.
Jack presses their mouths together once more as he slides home, catching the desperate little sounds Cas makes. Cas bucks up to meet Jack's first thrust and revels in the feeling of being so completely filled. Jack's eyes are hazy with oxy and alcohol, but Cas can tell he still knows exactly where he is and what they're doing. They long ago gave up on drifting away and trying to pretend that they were fucking the ones they'd lost. Somewhere along the line, they just became enough for each other.
Jack gives a few more exquisite thrusts of his hips and Cas flexes his fingers against the mattress. He has no problem handing over control to Jack, but he has also discovered his very human enjoyment of snatching that control back. He lifts his feet from where they're planted on either side of Jack and wraps his legs around Jack's waist, crossing his ankles at the small of his back. This forces Jack deeper and Cas smiles when he feels Jack give a full body shudder around him. He takes this moment of distraction to pull his arms free from Jack's loosening grasp and reaches up and threads his fingers through Jack's hair, which has finally gotten long enough for Cas to tug. He seals their mouths together and Cas runs his tongue against Jack's teeth.
It's taken Cas awhile to fully come to terms with being human, with losing all of the strength he once had, but he's also learned to appreciate his human strength, the miracle of muscles and bones working together. So it is then that Cas fixes Jack with a wicked stare and clenches his thighs and abdomen and sends them both rolling to the side until Jack is flat on his back and Cas is fixed firmly on his lap. He revels in the clench and pull and stretch of his thighs as he raises himself up only to press back down completely to take Jack as deeply into his body as possible.
Once Jack gets over the initial shock of finding himself flat on his back and at Cas' mercy, a slow smile spreads across his face and he places his hands on Cas' thighs, feeling the muscles there bunch and contract as he guides the speed of their coupling.
Cas smiles and sinks down deep, giving a pleased little gasp when he feels Jack hit his prostate once more. He throws his head back, knows that they both aren't far from coming, and marvels at the contradictions present in his human mind. Because he loves being at Jack's mercy and handing over his control.
But he loves taking it back too.
Reply
GOD THE DYNAMIC. IT WAS SO PERFECT. I liked that their roles weren't exactly settled all the way because it totally makes sense with the fact that in my head they'd be good at both topping and bottoming, and NN CAS'S REASONING IS JUST SO SOUND. I loved him sweet-talking lotion away from Chuck and reminiscing about Dean but totally giving it up to Jack omg. And it was hot. And I like that both of them are totally there for what they're doing. AND CAS SWITCHING IT IN THE END - UGH BRAIN HAD A SHORT CIRCUIT FROM THE HOT. And the perfection of that. And those last two sentences - UNF YES FOREVER. And THAT PIANO METAPHOR = UM YES THIS.
NO SERIOUSLY THIS IS AMAZING AND MY COHERENCY SUCKS BUT BE SURE THAT I LOVE IT.
Damn, the world should know about the amazingness of this ship more. -nod-
Reply
I AM SO, SO GLAD YOU LOVED IT :D :D :D INCOHERENCY IS ALWAYS A GOOD REACTION IN MY BOOK :D <3333
Umm and yes, everyone should always always appreciate this glorious ship. GUH so good.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment