#785 - The Mid-Fuck Meme

[thisis_dolce]

MIDFUCK MEME

♋Respond with your character(s) and put their name and canon in the subject bar. (You can make blank comments with < ! >. Remove the spaces).
♋ Respond to other character(s) with your own as if you are right in the middle of having sex. How did it happen? Who started it? Who is topping who? All that matters is they are in the middle of

Comments

[heavenonhigh]

[The vibration of Dean's voice against sore, sensitive skin draws a moan from Cas's parted lips. It morphs into a growl as Dean's teeth close over his shoulder, and his fingers tighten against his scalp before sliding down, slipping over the sweat slicked skin at the back of his neck and trailing down his spine.

Hearing Dean's voice like this, low and coarse with sex tugging and exaggerating that slight drawl... There's nothing like it, and it sends a rolling wave of heat to his groin where it uncurls, spreads along his nerves and makes his toes curl. Oh, he's nearly done, alright...]

No one's- Hn... fuck- No one's stopping you- Oh-- Dean...

[Snarky to the last, but it's breathless, interrupted by another flash of pleasure- If Dean's voice and the angle of his hips weren't doing it, the fingers curling and squeezing at his cock certainly are; he's so close, breath coming in hot gasps against the side of Dean's neck. His hands glide down Dean's back, lower, fitting over the curve of his ass and squeezing, yanking Dean's body closer. He can feel his own body tensing, tightening in all the right places- his chest, shoulders, groin, around Dean where he's still rocking against him... One more thrust, one more pass of fingers--]

Dean--

[needtoknowonly]

Mmh... but why rush a good thing, huh? [Dean teased him softly, fisting him slow, easy as he shuddered. Not about to let him go because if he did, this would be over. And he'd spiral low, to dark again... until the next time. He was already... taking too much, starting to want and rely on this too much.

He stilled inside him, hips barely spasming as he impends his own, near-orgasm, breathy pants leaving his lips as he arches, kissing him again.

His hand cradles Cas' face almost gently, careful. It could even look tender to an observer.. who could look past the dirty rutting they had been doing, the position they were in and where --] Cas... yeah. Uhn - fuck!

[he bucked, hard and swift and felt the surge of heat rush through him. He came in thick, headiness inside of him at long last. His shoulders squared and his neck threw back slightly, chin jutting. He could taste sweat on his upper lip, blood in his mouth from biting it and groaned as wave upon wave of intense, drawn pleasure released him...]

[heavenonhigh]

Hnn--

[His hips jerk forward, straining into Dean's hand, into the way the ring of his fingers is pumping slowly, a loose, teasing pace, and he bites down on his lip to keep from uttering anything that might constitute begging.

Dean's hips still just as he's arching forward, and it's maddening, truly... At least until Dean's ducking forward, pressing their lips together. His lips are soft, tender and hot, and Cas hums softly into the kiss, arms hooking behind his shoulders in a way that's almost contradictory to the position they're in. He doesn't give a single fuck about that. Dean breaks the kiss, and the way he huffs out Cas's name, breathy and low as his hips jerk forward hard... It's enough to send Cas over the edge.

He comes apart with a throaty groan, cock jerking in Dean's hand as his release pulses out over his fingers. The pleasure is almost overwhelming, and his mind blanks, narrows to just the feel of Dean's body and his breath against his skin. It's just for a second, but a second is enough- no apocalypse, no croates, no Lucifer riding around in skin that hasn't been Sam for years... There's just this, just the pounding of his heart and the tension bleeding out of his body completely.

Tipping his head forward, he mouths kisses to Dean's jaw and neck between shaky breaths, sucking lightly at the sensitive skin before nosing up, catching his earlobe between his teeth and nibbling on it gently.]

Mmn...

[His mind's still foggy, foggy enough that he doesn't really have any snappy comment to make... But he's okay with that, for now. He's content to just let this be for a while, relaxed and sighing against Dean's skin. He'll take it for as long as he can have it- moments like these are so rare he can't bring himself to break the illusion of peace.]