FIC: Speak of the Devil, Jeff/Jensen (NC-17)
Title: Speak of the Devil
Fandom: CWRPF
Pairing: Jeff/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Written for blindfold_spn, for the prompt "Jeff figures out that Jensen gets really turned on by Jeff's YED voice, and takes shameless advantage." Dirty talk, roleplay.
Disclaimer: Supernatural isn't mine.
Notes: Thanks to gypsy_sunday for helping me title this, and you can pretty much blame elizah_jane for me writing this pairing at all. I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED. /o\
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"You're gonna come," Jeff whispers, dragging the words out low and rough against the back of Jensen's neck. "You're gonna come right here in this bed, aren't you, fucked out of your mind by a demon. Dirty boy--dirty, dirty boy." He scrapes his teeth down Jensen's shoulder and bites him hard enough to leave a mark, relishing the desperate little sound Jensen makes. "You just can't help how hot it gets you, huh, kid? Wish you could, but it just drills right down deep in you till you can't control yourself. Just like possession." Jensen's skin is so hot under his hands, and Jeff squeezes, hoping his fingers leave bruises on Jensen's hips. "Just like possession, 'cause either way, you're mine--whether I'm on the inside looking out of your eyes or back here looking at you spread around my dick, your body's mine, isn't it?"
Underneath him, Jensen's an absolute mess, moaning and whimpering into the pillow as he fucks back against Jeff's dick, his fingers twisted in the sheets. He gave up trying to hold himself up long ago, and his back is arched sluttily up so Jeff can give him just what he needs. "C'mon," he begs, "c'mon, harder, fuck me, God--"
"Ah ah ah," Jeff chides, feeling a grin twist his mouth. He reaches around to tug on one of Jensen's peaked nipples, and Jensen lets out a high whine. "Good boys ask nicely for what they want, don't they. What's the magic word?"
"Please," Jensen gasps, pressing his face against the bed. His eyes are screwed shut and he's flushed all over, his breath hitching. "Please, please, please--"
"Good," Jeff rasps, and thrusts in hard and deep, groaning at the feel of Jensen so hot and tight around him.
It started on set--just something Jeff noticed. Jensen would get a little stiff-shouldered whenever Jeff went over the yellow-eyed demon's lines, his eyes glued to the floor or the set or anywhere but Jeff. At first it worried Jeff--he couldn't think of a reason why the yellow-eyed demon would make Jensen nervous, and that made him nervous, made him wonder if he was doing something wrong--but he caught on pretty quick. The desperate way Jensen would kiss him after a run-through, his mouth hungry but pliant under Jeff's, just begging for it with his legs spread--yeah, it was pretty clear.
He started testing it: dropping a sentence in his demon voice every now and then, watching the way Jensen would shiver at the sound. Once he went a whole night in it, and Jensen was wild at the end, writhing against Jeff's lap in the bar they'd gone to. It only took five minutes in the bathroom, and Jesus, that was so hot Jeff almost couldn't stand it. Finally, he asked Jensen about it, about whether he maybe wanted to play around with it--and that's how they ended up like this the first time, Jeff driving Jensen crazy with the voice till Jensen begged him to fuck him, ass shoved high in the air and big green eyes pleading with Jeff.
Well, Jeff couldn't say no to that. Never can.
He fucks Jensen hard, sliding back till he's almost pulled out then driving back in, his balls slapping against Jensen's ass. Jensen moans, arching impossibly higher. "Yeah," Jeff grits out, gripping his hips, "you like that, don't you--you know you shouldn't, but it's all you can think about, huh? Demon splitting you open while you scream. 'S what you need, my big dick inside you. You're so easy, aren't you, sweetheart--" he makes the demon's voice purr, and Jensen sucks in a big breath, grinding his hips back and keening. Jeff has to close his eyes, then--feels like he's gonna come out of his skin, the sight of Jensen spread out so perfect underneath him filling him up with heat and the possessive need to just make Jensen his. Fuck.
"I'd like to take you down to Hell," he growls, biting Jensen's freckled skin again. "Make you mine in every way possible. Mark you up. You want that? Want me to own you all the way, kid, really be mine? Answer me."
"Yes," Jensen gets out, "yes, please--please--"
Jeff lets a hand slide down Jensen's front and wraps it around Jensen's dick before he can get another word out. He feels it for a moment, hot and impossibly hard under his fingers, head wet with precome--then Jensen's swelling and coming all over the sheets, just like that. Shuddering all over, moaning and turning his face against the sheets like it's too much, too good.
The sight is dirtier than anything Jeff's ever seen in his life. A few more thrusts and he coming too, intense wash of heat all over his body pulsing out through his dick in ropes of come. He muffles his groan in Jensen's shoulder, mouth mashed against his skin and hips jerking helplessly under the onslaught of pleasure. Jensen's warm and slick under him, sighing as he comes down slowly.
After, he rolls off Jensen to the side, fingers circling the condom. He basks in the exhaustion thrilling through his body for a long moment, then heaves himself up out of the bed with a wince. In the bathroom, he grabs a washcloth, and tosses the condom in the trash on the way out. Jensen's still lying facedown in the bed when he gets back, looking boneless and blissed-out. Smiling, Jeff slides in behind him, slinging a loose arm over his side.
"Hey," he says. Jensen grunts in reply, and Jeff has to swallow a laugh, fondness swelling up inside him till he feels it on his skin. "C'mon, don't you wanna get under the covers?"
Jensen scrunches up his face without opening his eyes, and Jeff lets himself laugh this time. With a little manhandling, he manages to get them settled underneath the blankets, curled up together.
"Can't believe you pulled your demon voice on me again," Jensen grumbles, eyes closed.
Jeff grins and scratches his fingers lightly over Jensen's side the way he knows Jensen likes. "Can't help it," he says. He stretches, muscles burning sweetly, and hums in contentment. "'S just so hot how you roll right over and give it up when I do."
"Ugh, shut up," Jensen groans, throwing an arm over his eyes. "So fucking embarrassing."
"Hey, I like it," Jeff says, grinning wider. He kisses Jensen's pink cheeks, pulls him in tight and warm against his side. "Hotter'n anything I can come up with, believe me."
"Oh, and if you like it, it must be great," Jensen mutters, burying his heated face in the crook of Jeff's shoulder.
"Don't you like it, too?" Jeff asks innocently. He runs a teasing finger down over Jensen's hole--dipping in just a little where he's still open and a bit slick, the slightest of touches. "'Cause I'll stop if you don't."
"Fuck you," Jensen says, but he's smiling against Jeff's skin. "Don't you dare."
Jeff grins. "Love you too," he says.
"Yeah, yeah."
Fandom: CWRPF
Pairing: Jeff/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Written for blindfold_spn, for the prompt "Jeff figures out that Jensen gets really turned on by Jeff's YED voice, and takes shameless advantage." Dirty talk, roleplay.
Disclaimer: Supernatural isn't mine.
Notes: Thanks to gypsy_sunday for helping me title this, and you can pretty much blame elizah_jane for me writing this pairing at all. I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED. /o\
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"You're gonna come," Jeff whispers, dragging the words out low and rough against the back of Jensen's neck. "You're gonna come right here in this bed, aren't you, fucked out of your mind by a demon. Dirty boy--dirty, dirty boy." He scrapes his teeth down Jensen's shoulder and bites him hard enough to leave a mark, relishing the desperate little sound Jensen makes. "You just can't help how hot it gets you, huh, kid? Wish you could, but it just drills right down deep in you till you can't control yourself. Just like possession." Jensen's skin is so hot under his hands, and Jeff squeezes, hoping his fingers leave bruises on Jensen's hips. "Just like possession, 'cause either way, you're mine--whether I'm on the inside looking out of your eyes or back here looking at you spread around my dick, your body's mine, isn't it?"
Underneath him, Jensen's an absolute mess, moaning and whimpering into the pillow as he fucks back against Jeff's dick, his fingers twisted in the sheets. He gave up trying to hold himself up long ago, and his back is arched sluttily up so Jeff can give him just what he needs. "C'mon," he begs, "c'mon, harder, fuck me, God--"
"Ah ah ah," Jeff chides, feeling a grin twist his mouth. He reaches around to tug on one of Jensen's peaked nipples, and Jensen lets out a high whine. "Good boys ask nicely for what they want, don't they. What's the magic word?"
"Please," Jensen gasps, pressing his face against the bed. His eyes are screwed shut and he's flushed all over, his breath hitching. "Please, please, please--"
"Good," Jeff rasps, and thrusts in hard and deep, groaning at the feel of Jensen so hot and tight around him.
It started on set--just something Jeff noticed. Jensen would get a little stiff-shouldered whenever Jeff went over the yellow-eyed demon's lines, his eyes glued to the floor or the set or anywhere but Jeff. At first it worried Jeff--he couldn't think of a reason why the yellow-eyed demon would make Jensen nervous, and that made him nervous, made him wonder if he was doing something wrong--but he caught on pretty quick. The desperate way Jensen would kiss him after a run-through, his mouth hungry but pliant under Jeff's, just begging for it with his legs spread--yeah, it was pretty clear.
He started testing it: dropping a sentence in his demon voice every now and then, watching the way Jensen would shiver at the sound. Once he went a whole night in it, and Jensen was wild at the end, writhing against Jeff's lap in the bar they'd gone to. It only took five minutes in the bathroom, and Jesus, that was so hot Jeff almost couldn't stand it. Finally, he asked Jensen about it, about whether he maybe wanted to play around with it--and that's how they ended up like this the first time, Jeff driving Jensen crazy with the voice till Jensen begged him to fuck him, ass shoved high in the air and big green eyes pleading with Jeff.
Well, Jeff couldn't say no to that. Never can.
He fucks Jensen hard, sliding back till he's almost pulled out then driving back in, his balls slapping against Jensen's ass. Jensen moans, arching impossibly higher. "Yeah," Jeff grits out, gripping his hips, "you like that, don't you--you know you shouldn't, but it's all you can think about, huh? Demon splitting you open while you scream. 'S what you need, my big dick inside you. You're so easy, aren't you, sweetheart--" he makes the demon's voice purr, and Jensen sucks in a big breath, grinding his hips back and keening. Jeff has to close his eyes, then--feels like he's gonna come out of his skin, the sight of Jensen spread out so perfect underneath him filling him up with heat and the possessive need to just make Jensen his. Fuck.
"I'd like to take you down to Hell," he growls, biting Jensen's freckled skin again. "Make you mine in every way possible. Mark you up. You want that? Want me to own you all the way, kid, really be mine? Answer me."
"Yes," Jensen gets out, "yes, please--please--"
Jeff lets a hand slide down Jensen's front and wraps it around Jensen's dick before he can get another word out. He feels it for a moment, hot and impossibly hard under his fingers, head wet with precome--then Jensen's swelling and coming all over the sheets, just like that. Shuddering all over, moaning and turning his face against the sheets like it's too much, too good.
The sight is dirtier than anything Jeff's ever seen in his life. A few more thrusts and he coming too, intense wash of heat all over his body pulsing out through his dick in ropes of come. He muffles his groan in Jensen's shoulder, mouth mashed against his skin and hips jerking helplessly under the onslaught of pleasure. Jensen's warm and slick under him, sighing as he comes down slowly.
After, he rolls off Jensen to the side, fingers circling the condom. He basks in the exhaustion thrilling through his body for a long moment, then heaves himself up out of the bed with a wince. In the bathroom, he grabs a washcloth, and tosses the condom in the trash on the way out. Jensen's still lying facedown in the bed when he gets back, looking boneless and blissed-out. Smiling, Jeff slides in behind him, slinging a loose arm over his side.
"Hey," he says. Jensen grunts in reply, and Jeff has to swallow a laugh, fondness swelling up inside him till he feels it on his skin. "C'mon, don't you wanna get under the covers?"
Jensen scrunches up his face without opening his eyes, and Jeff lets himself laugh this time. With a little manhandling, he manages to get them settled underneath the blankets, curled up together.
"Can't believe you pulled your demon voice on me again," Jensen grumbles, eyes closed.
Jeff grins and scratches his fingers lightly over Jensen's side the way he knows Jensen likes. "Can't help it," he says. He stretches, muscles burning sweetly, and hums in contentment. "'S just so hot how you roll right over and give it up when I do."
"Ugh, shut up," Jensen groans, throwing an arm over his eyes. "So fucking embarrassing."
"Hey, I like it," Jeff says, grinning wider. He kisses Jensen's pink cheeks, pulls him in tight and warm against his side. "Hotter'n anything I can come up with, believe me."
"Oh, and if you like it, it must be great," Jensen mutters, burying his heated face in the crook of Jeff's shoulder.
"Don't you like it, too?" Jeff asks innocently. He runs a teasing finger down over Jensen's hole--dipping in just a little where he's still open and a bit slick, the slightest of touches. "'Cause I'll stop if you don't."
"Fuck you," Jensen says, but he's smiling against Jeff's skin. "Don't you dare."
Jeff grins. "Love you too," he says.
"Yeah, yeah."