Me too >_<;; pray do tell when my rps get out of hand or boring. >A<;;!soulisfuckedJune 5 2012, 08:21:16 UTC
John grinned and glanced over at Dean as he stood up, "Shit, should bring some pretty girls here and have a party or some shit." Of course when John usually said girls they were majority of half demons. "Too bad they are all at Papa Midnite's Night Club in Los Angeles..." He sighed, he knew that there were few around where they were but that didn't really matter since--well he really didn't care about them. He preferred Dean's company over any of them right now. They only made him feel shittier by telling him stories of how fucked up he was going to be and just how much Lucifer wanted to just take a lick at him.
"Don't know what the fuck I'll be now though--you think it'll disappear at all?" He asked as he took a sip of his bottle of beer and tilted his head to indicate his wings, "...Don't want to really free load off of you. I mean...I can still fucking live on my own but uh..." Wow he was going to sound really weak right now--fuck that. John don't. You don't like looking powerless right? It feeds Lucifer's hunger--don't--don--"Until I get used to these wings, I don't think I'll be able to get much job done--most I can do is maybe small exorcising here and there but uh--I'll get the money to pay you for letting me stay here. That much I fucking owe you."
I will~ but I think you're doing just fine right now. :DiustiviriJune 5 2012, 08:48:24 UTC
"You can help me, that's what you can do," he said, not wanting John to feel as if he wouldn't be able to do anything, even in this state. He knew what it was like to feel helpless, and he hated that feeling, despised and knew John had to be feeling that way now. "When I get a case, you can help me research it, for as long as you have the wings. And when I'm gone on a case, you can take care of my place for me." He didn't only hunt demons, there were other nasties out there that he got rid of and most times it took him out of town.
"You don't have to worry about paying me back, John, seriously. It's all good. Just keep yourself out of trouble, that's more than enough payment." Because truth be told he cared for John, had gotten to know him in the sort time they'd travelled together before they came here and Dean wanted to settle for awhile, take a break from the constant travel. It worked out well so far. "You can stay as long as you need to, I don't mind." He liked the company, at any rate.
;A; so happy to read that! DX You're an awesome rper! Don't want to bore you!soulisfuckedJune 5 2012, 09:01:10 UTC
John thought for awhile, "Shit as long as I have these wings, I'll learn how to use them so that I'll be fucking useful to you Dean." He didn't like being like this, just being a sit home--"Not a wife like your car." He laughed before taking a seat upon the couch once again. He relaxed and looked over at Dean, "Sure." He nodded, hearing that he could stay as long as he needed to--though he knew, and he was sure that Dean knew. After this masochistic training he was putting himself through mentally and physically--and he guessed even socially, he was going to return to Los Angeles. He had to, that was where he belonged. The Hell he saw was of Los Angeles, and it was where he was supposed to end up in.
John took a sip of his beer before leaning against the couch, resting his cheek against the bottle before tilting his head, "You'd look good with wings too I bet." He grinned and pointed at Dean with the mouth piece of his beer bottle, "You wake up with fucking wings, I'll fucking do what you did to me. Clean it up for you." He laughed briefly and leaned back against the couch before looking at the ceiling, "...you think I'll ever buy my way into Heaven Dean...? Have myself real wings...?"
Baw, thank you!! Pffft, no boredom here, and if I do I'll just make up something for them to do xDDiustiviriJune 5 2012, 09:21:05 UTC
"Just don't push yourself too hard," he said, glancing over at the wings. He knew some day that John would leave, and really, he'd gotten too damn attached to the guy that he wasn't sure he would be okay after. Eventually, sure. But he knew he'd miss him. He was fun to have around. He could always visit he supposed, maybe, if a case took him out that far.
He raised a brow and smiled a little, "You think so? I never thought about having wings, don't really think I'm the type to get them." He had no illusions about where he'd end up, couldn't see a reason why he'd be in heaven after the things he'd done. Deals with demons don't get you into heaven, after all -- even if he'd already been to hell. "And I promise not to smack you in the face with them," he teased, laughing a little.
He sobered up at the question some and looked over to John next to him, then took in his wings. "Yeah, I do. I think you'll make it, I'll make sure of it." Somehow, he would. He didn't know how just yet, but Dean could be stubborn and determined when he wanted to be. Reaching out he gently ran his fingers down the soft, downy feathers.
You're too nice! And you're welcome! I only speak the truth :)!soulisfuckedJune 5 2012, 09:35:05 UTC
John laughed when he was told that he wouldn't have smacked him in the face with his wings if he were to have had them, "Shit that was--shit you know it was a mistake." Damn it John, do you know just how silly you look right now? Smiling like a fucking idiot. Do you even see yourself? He fell silent when Dean told him that he was going to make it--god that meant a lot, those words. Those small words. He had never really heard them and for the first time in his life? He saw hope. "...god damn it Dean..." He whispered as he covered his eyes with the palm of his hand, only to sigh out from the touch of his wing, "Hah..." He felt his hand over his eyes shaking before smiling weakly, "Now you're doing that on purpose..." He glanced over as Dean ran his fingers down his feathers, "...feels nice..." It calmed the rough horse in John's mind. "Hmmm..." He hummed as he leaned against the couch, "...you're so cruel Dean..."
John didn't know why but god--, "You're fucking fucked up...making me like this--shit...since when...was I--an anti-social asshole...like this? Shit I didn't even...know I had a side like this..." He glanced over at Dean, "...I'm not going to lie Dean...really jealous of your brother...I bet I wouldn't have ended up the way I am right now...if in some world, you were my fucking brother." He grinned before lowering his head, covering his eyes, with the palm of his hand, "...don't fucking stop Dean..." He meant the touch upon his wing, it felt good, it calmed John down. It scared him but he liked it--no one ever made him feel like this before--god what the fuck was Dean doing to him?
<333 I'll prolly go to bed soon, so if I don't reply I've gone to bed & will pick up tomorrow :D <3iustiviriJune 5 2012, 10:00:39 UTC
He paused for a moment but then kept going, kept touching and gently stroking the feathers as he listened to John. "I don't mean to be you know, cruel. I'm not." He knew he wasn't and he was sure John knew that too, but he felt it was time that John had someone there for him, too, this time around. And Dean wanted to be that someone.
It surprised him to hear that John was jealous of his brother and his expression softened as he moved a little closer. His fingers moved through the feathers, petting the wing gently, slowly, keeping up the attention. "You might not have, and, I would haved liked it I think having you as a shit ass little brother." He said with a small grin, keeping up the petting, stroking through the feathers with his fingers, carding through them. "No, I know I would have. I like you enough now and you're not. I would have done the same, if you were though." Gone to hell, gave up his life. He would have, he knew that.
:D OKAY! We all need sleepy >_< But--I'm really enjoying rping with you :D!soulisfuckedJune 5 2012, 10:15:02 UTC
John found himself leaning against Dean, chuckling weakly as he began to feel hot, "Though maybe...meeting you now is also part of...old man's plan.." John swallowed hard, feeling the stroke of each of Dean's fingers, leaning into it as he shuddered from the fingers just running through--god it felt amazing, "Shut...shut the fuck up. I wouldn't fucking let you go to Hell for me. Fuck that..." Both of them had already been to hell but god, if John had to choice--, "Wouldn't let you go to fucking Hell Dean." He glanced up, "You don't fucking deserve that--you self sacrifice...it means a lot you know...to the guy downstairs and to the old guy upstairs..." He leaned in, breathless before hovering his lip over Dean's, looking into his eyes, only to close them and just lean into rest his head into the crook of his neck, "...fuck...Dean...y-..you're fucking make me hot Dean..."
Sure John slept with many women of all race from humans to demons, but none of them really made him feel good. They just got freaky on the bed and done things that just--well felt good for both, never just one side. Never was there really a foreplay, but the way he was feelig good right now, "...god...damn it Dean Winchester...what...the fuck are you..." He breathed out weakly, leaning in and breathing heavily and hotly against the crook of Dean's neck as his hand reached to hold onto Dean's shirt. "It...it feels really...fucking good Dean...fuck...I...I don't want to lose these wings...this is fucking addicting..."
:D I enjoy playing with you too! In both our threads!iustiviriJune 5 2012, 19:10:57 UTC
"You don't deserve it either, John. You don't. You didn't deserve the shit life he gave you, and you shouldn't be punished for wanting to stop it." He leaned in a little more, nudging his head against John's. "You're a good guy, John, and that's gotta count for something upstairs." It just had to, or what the hell were they even doing? Hunting things and saving people.
"Just a guy, not much at all." He never had been, just a guy wanting to help people, protect his brother -- protect Jonh -- not much at all. His fingers burrowed a little further into the wings as he pulled John closer to him, shiftng on the sofa and nearly pulling the younger man into his lap. His free arm wound around his waist and teased the feathers hanging down, near the end of the wings at his back. "Yeah, I'm kind of attached to them myself," he said with a small smile as he turned his head and ventured to press his lips against John's cheek.
D//X Ahhh you flatter me >x< no one really tells me that, they ignore my John since--well he's newXDsoulisfuckedJune 5 2012, 21:18:49 UTC
John leaned against Dean, feeling himself almost upon Dean's lap as he laughed, "Hey. Don't forget Dean. I'm a suicide..." He had to show Dean the reality, "For what the fuck I am, I deserved it...even if I didn't fucking want it and I could have avoided it---I didn't. I fucking took it." He closed his eyes shut and sighed out a quiet moan. This wasn't like John at all, having someone make him feel this good, "Shit..." He whispered as he shifted and leaned into Dean's lip upon his cheek, "This feels weird..." He whispered.
John never felt affection, sure he fucked around a lot but--affection? Never in any of them. Oh John, don't get addicted to it now. He found himself leaning down and placing his lip against the crook of Dean's neck, wanting to hide his face from Dean so that he didn't see his now reddened face. Though he was sure that he could feel just how hot his body was becoming, "Nmn...if you're attached to them...you should fucking get one too...tch...heh..wake up with wings..." He teased as he breathed heavily against Dean's neck and slowly rose up to breathe against his ear before resting his lip against it, "...you're a fucking pervert..." He whispered, not pushing Dean away but rather pulling him close.
Fff, well every new character has to start somewhere! People aren't good players after just 1 post.iustiviriJune 5 2012, 21:46:38 UTC
"I don't care," he said softly, the arm around his waist pulling him closer. "You don't deserve it, no one like us deserves it. People who hurt, do harm, kill innocent people, they deserve it. The fuckers we put down deserve it." Dean murmured quietly, fingers stroking through the soft wings, tugging just a little. Not enough to hurt but enough for John to feel it. "Weird can be good, too."
A low, soft groan escaped him as he tilted his head to the side, just a bit. "Maybe I will, who knows. Think I rather like 'em on you, though," he said, tugging at a few feathers for emphasis. A shiver rolled up his spine at the feel of warm breath against his ear and neck, lips parting to pant softly. "Probably," he murmured, a grin tugging at his lips, fingers against John's back splaying and pressing against his warm skin just a little.
True. >_<;; It's my first time playing outside of a rp group so it's iffy. XDsoulisfuckedJune 5 2012, 22:08:35 UTC
"You're fucking strange Dean." He weakly whispered, "Ahhmm..." He moaned out--oh shit. What? He closed his lips and whimpered from the way Dean's hands were tugging and touching closer to the root of his wings, "...shit...it feels fucking weird Dean..." He muttered as he breathed heavily against Dean's ear, whimpering from the touch as he leaned closer, his legs closed together as he leaned closer to Dean, "Fuck...you're tch...probably a pervert...?" He asked before swallowing hard and bit Dean's ear playfully, lightly tugging, "You fucking tease..." He smiled before letting go and flicking his tongue against the bite mark.
"You ever been with a guy Dean...?" He finally asked. John hadn't but he had been messed once with Gabriel and he never knew if that counted since--well that fucker was an Angel, and that was him fucking with John after he had come back from Hell. A test of sort. More like a fucking tease of sort. "...f-fuck--wait wait..." He muttered, instead of moving away, leaning to hide his face into the crook of Dean's neck, "The wings...the wings...if you fucking touch me like that--shit..." He reached down and cupped his crotch, not knowing how to handle that--the wings were a new spot for him.
Well I think you're doing just fine! :DiustiviriJune 5 2012, 22:40:26 UTC
"Don't," he murmured softly, nudging his lips against John's cheek. "Let me hear you, wanna know if it feels good for you." He enjoyed hearing the soft moans and whimpers that John let out, didn't think he got to feel this often -- the soft, gentle way Dean was coaxing the pleasure out of him. "Naah, not a perv, but a tease? Definitely," he said with a small grin, groaning lightly at the bite and the swift tongue against his ear.
"Yeah, couple times." Dean pulled John fully into his lap now, though from the looks of it he didn't think John had all that much. He paused slightly when John told him to wait, then smiled as he realized what the problem was. "It's okay for it to feel good, John. It's okay to let it feel good," he murmured softly, teasing the feathers again and this time sliding down to rub his fingers against the base of the wings were they met the soft, warm skin. "It's okay to want it. I want it too."
Thank you >X< really want to play well with others too! One step at a time :DsoulisfuckedJune 5 2012, 22:49:28 UTC
John was breathing heavily now, leaning into Dean as he almost whimpered. He never felt good. He just thought that having sex--just the act was the best it was going to get, but this? This was something else for him, and he really liked it. John, it's the taste right? New taste in life. "Nmn...ahh..." He sighed out and rested his head slowly down to against Dean's chest, hearing Dean's heartbeat as his body shook from his touches, "S-Shit...not there..." He whispered, not moving away, only to rather nuzzle his face against Dean's chest, "...I-I never fucking felt...nnahhn..." He pressed his lips together, not wanting to sound anymore girly than he already had been--god John. Where did those voices come from? His hip shifted to now sit upon Dean's lap, his body flushed against his as his hand stayed upon cupping over his own crotch.
John was hard, and he knew that if Dean were to keep touching him in that one spot--he was going to cum in his pants. "Ahh...shit..Dean.." He muttered and reached his free hand slowly down to tug against belt, "You fucking feel good at all...?" He asked, not liking that he was the only one feeling good. It was unfair--shit Dean had done so much for him. He breathed against Dean's chest and glanced up, "So you know how it works...right? How does it go?" John only had been teased to the core by Gabriel--literally. Mentally, physically, psychologically--in everyway possible. Basically to John, Gabriel in a way raped him, but that didn't leave him any knowledge. "Do guys just fuck like how I fuck girls?" John at times wondered if he stayed in school he would have known but--seriously--would school teach these shit?
You'll get there eventually! :D It takes time.iustiviriJune 5 2012, 23:14:24 UTC
"No? Sounds like you like it though," he teased, unable to help himself in being playful with the younger man, wanting to show him how good it all could be, what it felt like to be wanted and treated better than most would. He rubbed against the spot a little slower, soft light touches to tease. It'd been a long while since he'd let himself want something, and he wanted this, for however long he had it, however long John stayed here.
"Yeah, feelin' good too," Dean murmured, rocking his hips up against John, letting him feel just how hard he was now, straining at the seam of his jeans. "It's a little different but the mechanics of it are the same, so yeah, I guess they do." He slid his hand against John's back further down, teasing against the top of his jeans, dancing across the skin there, then reaching out to tease the feathers he could feel brushing against his hand. "Could show you if you want, how it's done. How guys fuck other guys. Could fuck you, if you want it," Dean murmured, teeth gently nipping against his ear as he spoke.
Thank you so much ;A; you're very supportive! DXsoulisfuckedJune 5 2012, 23:33:09 UTC
John flinched upon the touch under his hip. "What?" He blinked couple of times before--"A-AHnmmh..." He closed his eyes and whimpered upon the sensation. It was great. It was almost at the moment of teasing his nipples or around his cock--it was sensational the closer Dean got to the root. John reached down and began to stroke over Dean's clothed cock, "Shit...I-I didn't even fucking touch you though..." He was confused, wasn't physical contact that got people this hard? Or seduction? What did John do? What did Dean feel that John didn't? Was he feeling the same?
"...fuck?" He asked before flinching and falling flushed against Dean's chest, breathing heavily and moaning out as he felt the tease against his ear--god if Gabriel or anyone saw him like this--god what the fuck would he do? "...have you fucked a guy before? Or uh been fucked? Does it feel good?" Women he knew felt good, they screamed for more when John did it but he--he never go it done on him. "...fuck..it feels good Dean..." He whispered as he pressed his hand against John's clothed hardened cock, "This fucking feels good when I get it done to me...does it feel good?" He asked as he pressed his hand against Dean's cock before slowly massaging with his hand. It was how he liked it, so would Dean like it? Would it make him feel good as it did for him?
"You didn't have to, watching you like this, getting off on it, was more than enough to get me hard," he murmured quietly, a low moan escaping him a few moments later as he pressed up into John's hand. The friction felt amazing and his hand tightened against the base of John's wing for a moment before relaxing and stroking over the skin and bone where they met.
"Yeah, and yeah. It feels so fuckin' good, both ways, fucking and being fucked, it's good either way." Dean moaned again, pressing hard up into John's palm, enjoying the attention as he arched beneath the younger man. "Fuck, yeah, feels good. Know what would feel better?" Dean asked, a small grin on his lips. "No clothes." And to emphasize his point he tugged at the hem of John's jeans.
"Don't know what the fuck I'll be now though--you think it'll disappear at all?" He asked as he took a sip of his bottle of beer and tilted his head to indicate his wings, "...Don't want to really free load off of you. I mean...I can still fucking live on my own but uh..." Wow he was going to sound really weak right now--fuck that. John don't. You don't like looking powerless right? It feeds Lucifer's hunger--don't--don--"Until I get used to these wings, I don't think I'll be able to get much job done--most I can do is maybe small exorcising here and there but uh--I'll get the money to pay you for letting me stay here. That much I fucking owe you."
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"You don't have to worry about paying me back, John, seriously. It's all good. Just keep yourself out of trouble, that's more than enough payment." Because truth be told he cared for John, had gotten to know him in the sort time they'd travelled together before they came here and Dean wanted to settle for awhile, take a break from the constant travel. It worked out well so far. "You can stay as long as you need to, I don't mind." He liked the company, at any rate.
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John took a sip of his beer before leaning against the couch, resting his cheek against the bottle before tilting his head, "You'd look good with wings too I bet." He grinned and pointed at Dean with the mouth piece of his beer bottle, "You wake up with fucking wings, I'll fucking do what you did to me. Clean it up for you." He laughed briefly and leaned back against the couch before looking at the ceiling, "...you think I'll ever buy my way into Heaven Dean...? Have myself real wings...?"
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He raised a brow and smiled a little, "You think so? I never thought about having wings, don't really think I'm the type to get them." He had no illusions about where he'd end up, couldn't see a reason why he'd be in heaven after the things he'd done. Deals with demons don't get you into heaven, after all -- even if he'd already been to hell. "And I promise not to smack you in the face with them," he teased, laughing a little.
He sobered up at the question some and looked over to John next to him, then took in his wings. "Yeah, I do. I think you'll make it, I'll make sure of it." Somehow, he would. He didn't know how just yet, but Dean could be stubborn and determined when he wanted to be. Reaching out he gently ran his fingers down the soft, downy feathers.
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John didn't know why but god--, "You're fucking fucked up...making me like this--shit...since when...was I--an anti-social asshole...like this? Shit I didn't even...know I had a side like this..." He glanced over at Dean, "...I'm not going to lie Dean...really jealous of your brother...I bet I wouldn't have ended up the way I am right now...if in some world, you were my fucking brother." He grinned before lowering his head, covering his eyes, with the palm of his hand, "...don't fucking stop Dean..." He meant the touch upon his wing, it felt good, it calmed John down. It scared him but he liked it--no one ever made him feel like this before--god what the fuck was Dean doing to him?
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It surprised him to hear that John was jealous of his brother and his expression softened as he moved a little closer. His fingers moved through the feathers, petting the wing gently, slowly, keeping up the attention. "You might not have, and, I would haved liked it I think having you as a shit ass little brother." He said with a small grin, keeping up the petting, stroking through the feathers with his fingers, carding through them. "No, I know I would have. I like you enough now and you're not. I would have done the same, if you were though." Gone to hell, gave up his life. He would have, he knew that.
"I won't," he murmured quietly, and he didn't.
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Sure John slept with many women of all race from humans to demons, but none of them really made him feel good. They just got freaky on the bed and done things that just--well felt good for both, never just one side. Never was there really a foreplay, but the way he was feelig good right now, "...god...damn it Dean Winchester...what...the fuck are you..." He breathed out weakly, leaning in and breathing heavily and hotly against the crook of Dean's neck as his hand reached to hold onto Dean's shirt. "It...it feels really...fucking good Dean...fuck...I...I don't want to lose these wings...this is fucking addicting..."
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"Just a guy, not much at all." He never had been, just a guy wanting to help people, protect his brother -- protect Jonh -- not much at all. His fingers burrowed a little further into the wings as he pulled John closer to him, shiftng on the sofa and nearly pulling the younger man into his lap. His free arm wound around his waist and teased the feathers hanging down, near the end of the wings at his back. "Yeah, I'm kind of attached to them myself," he said with a small smile as he turned his head and ventured to press his lips against John's cheek.
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John never felt affection, sure he fucked around a lot but--affection? Never in any of them. Oh John, don't get addicted to it now. He found himself leaning down and placing his lip against the crook of Dean's neck, wanting to hide his face from Dean so that he didn't see his now reddened face. Though he was sure that he could feel just how hot his body was becoming, "Nmn...if you're attached to them...you should fucking get one too...tch...heh..wake up with wings..." He teased as he breathed heavily against Dean's neck and slowly rose up to breathe against his ear before resting his lip against it, "...you're a fucking pervert..." He whispered, not pushing Dean away but rather pulling him close.
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A low, soft groan escaped him as he tilted his head to the side, just a bit. "Maybe I will, who knows. Think I rather like 'em on you, though," he said, tugging at a few feathers for emphasis. A shiver rolled up his spine at the feel of warm breath against his ear and neck, lips parting to pant softly. "Probably," he murmured, a grin tugging at his lips, fingers against John's back splaying and pressing against his warm skin just a little.
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"You ever been with a guy Dean...?" He finally asked. John hadn't but he had been messed once with Gabriel and he never knew if that counted since--well that fucker was an Angel, and that was him fucking with John after he had come back from Hell. A test of sort. More like a fucking tease of sort. "...f-fuck--wait wait..." He muttered, instead of moving away, leaning to hide his face into the crook of Dean's neck, "The wings...the wings...if you fucking touch me like that--shit..." He reached down and cupped his crotch, not knowing how to handle that--the wings were a new spot for him.
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"Yeah, couple times." Dean pulled John fully into his lap now, though from the looks of it he didn't think John had all that much. He paused slightly when John told him to wait, then smiled as he realized what the problem was. "It's okay for it to feel good, John. It's okay to let it feel good," he murmured softly, teasing the feathers again and this time sliding down to rub his fingers against the base of the wings were they met the soft, warm skin. "It's okay to want it. I want it too."
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John was hard, and he knew that if Dean were to keep touching him in that one spot--he was going to cum in his pants. "Ahh...shit..Dean.." He muttered and reached his free hand slowly down to tug against belt, "You fucking feel good at all...?" He asked, not liking that he was the only one feeling good. It was unfair--shit Dean had done so much for him. He breathed against Dean's chest and glanced up, "So you know how it works...right? How does it go?" John only had been teased to the core by Gabriel--literally. Mentally, physically, psychologically--in everyway possible. Basically to John, Gabriel in a way raped him, but that didn't leave him any knowledge. "Do guys just fuck like how I fuck girls?" John at times wondered if he stayed in school he would have known but--seriously--would school teach these shit?
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"Yeah, feelin' good too," Dean murmured, rocking his hips up against John, letting him feel just how hard he was now, straining at the seam of his jeans. "It's a little different but the mechanics of it are the same, so yeah, I guess they do." He slid his hand against John's back further down, teasing against the top of his jeans, dancing across the skin there, then reaching out to tease the feathers he could feel brushing against his hand. "Could show you if you want, how it's done. How guys fuck other guys. Could fuck you, if you want it," Dean murmured, teeth gently nipping against his ear as he spoke.
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"...fuck?" He asked before flinching and falling flushed against Dean's chest, breathing heavily and moaning out as he felt the tease against his ear--god if Gabriel or anyone saw him like this--god what the fuck would he do? "...have you fucked a guy before? Or uh been fucked? Does it feel good?" Women he knew felt good, they screamed for more when John did it but he--he never go it done on him. "...fuck..it feels good Dean..." He whispered as he pressed his hand against John's clothed hardened cock, "This fucking feels good when I get it done to me...does it feel good?" He asked as he pressed his hand against Dean's cock before slowly massaging with his hand. It was how he liked it, so would Dean like it? Would it make him feel good as it did for him?
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"Yeah, and yeah. It feels so fuckin' good, both ways, fucking and being fucked, it's good either way." Dean moaned again, pressing hard up into John's palm, enjoying the attention as he arched beneath the younger man. "Fuck, yeah, feels good. Know what would feel better?" Dean asked, a small grin on his lips. "No clothes." And to emphasize his point he tugged at the hem of John's jeans.
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