Jensen's never been kissed so aggressively, like his partner had something to prove and was taking it out on his mouth. He doesn't pussy around with the soft, playful licks and nips that Jensen's always considered part and parcel of the make-out experience; his lips are demanding, his tongue rough and invasive, and he makes Jensen fight for every bit of ground between their mouths. If this is a battle, Jensen's loosing.
He fights harder when Jared grabs his hips and pulls him in, the change in angle and the searing heat of that body against his making him feel surrounded, cornered. Then hands slide down his sides, fingers splayed wide and digging suddenly into his ass, and he just falls open, falls apart like it was a button he didn't know he had.
Does it make Jensen sound naïve, that it honestly never occurred to him Jared would be the dominant partner in their relationship? Because it is sure as hell occurring to him now. His head rolls back and in response Jared pulls him even closer, forcing his chin up with a thumb smoothed over his jugular and under his jaw.
Now that Jared has full command, the kiss turns wet and slow and lazy, Jared's tongue curling long and languid along his, stroking ticklishly over the roof of his mouth and curiously over his full, swollen bottom lip. He bites it, soothes the sting with a soft suck, and bites it again until Jensen makes a sharp sound and shudders against him.
"Hey," Jensen whispers dazedly when they finally part. He knows the grin spreading across his face is huge and goofy, but fuck him if he cares. "Hey, Jared. I love you."
"I know," Jared says, low and waspish, but a smug smirk is tugging at his mouth as well. "I love you too, asshole."
Jensen laughs, and kisses and kisses and kisses him until the sun goes down.
The Morning After [5/5]
Jensen's never been kissed so aggressively, like his partner had something to prove and was taking it out on his mouth. He doesn't pussy around with the soft, playful licks and nips that Jensen's always considered part and parcel of the make-out experience; his lips are demanding, his tongue rough and invasive, and he makes Jensen fight for every bit of ground between their mouths. If this is a battle, Jensen's loosing.
He fights harder when Jared grabs his hips and pulls him in, the change in angle and the searing heat of that body against his making him feel surrounded, cornered. Then hands slide down his sides, fingers splayed wide and digging suddenly into his ass, and he just falls open, falls apart like it was a button he didn't know he had.
Does it make Jensen sound naïve, that it honestly never occurred to him Jared would be the dominant partner in their relationship? Because it is sure as hell occurring to him now. His head rolls back and in response Jared pulls him even closer, forcing his chin up with a thumb smoothed over his jugular and under his jaw.
Now that Jared has full command, the kiss turns wet and slow and lazy, Jared's tongue curling long and languid along his, stroking ticklishly over the roof of his mouth and curiously over his full, swollen bottom lip. He bites it, soothes the sting with a soft suck, and bites it again until Jensen makes a sharp sound and shudders against him.
"Hey," Jensen whispers dazedly when they finally part. He knows the grin spreading across his face is huge and goofy, but fuck him if he cares. "Hey, Jared. I love you."
"I know," Jared says, low and waspish, but a smug smirk is tugging at his mouth as well. "I love you too, asshole."
Jensen laughs, and kisses and kisses and kisses him until the sun goes down.
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