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D//X Ahhh you flatter me >x< no one really tells me that, they ignore my John since--well he's newXD

[soulisfucked]

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.

[iustiviri]

"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. XD

[soulisfucked]

"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! :D

[iustiviri]

"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 :D

[soulisfucked]

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.

[iustiviri]

"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! DX

[soulisfucked]

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?

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[iustiviri]

"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.

<3! I won't be able to reply for a couple of hours >_O;; going to the gym. DX GOING TO MISS THIS!

[soulisfucked]

John looked in surprise as Dean was hard--shit he was bigger than John, that's for sure. Where would this go? How the fuck was it done? Shit John, calm the fuck down. "Me? Shit watching me? What did I fucking do? Don't fucking want you straining like this...I don't want to make you feel like this again--shit makes me guilty..." He whimpered upon the the tugging upon his pants, "God damn it..." He whimpered before slowly tugging upon Dean's shirt, "...shit.." He began to unbutton his raggy shirt, going for his pants after, tugging, "Fuck...it's hot Dean..shit..." He began to unbutton Dean's jean, "...fuck...fuck...haven't felt this hot...ever...fuck..."

John found himself kissing the crook of Dean's neck, "Fuck...Dean..this...this feels fucking...nice..." He whimpered and looked up and into Dean's eyes, "You're fucking...perverted..." He whispered as he shifted his hip to tease against Dean's hard-on. "I want to get out of my shirt...shit...the wing's getting in the way..."

I'm heading out now, I'll reply to all tags tomorrow! :D Have a good day!

[iustiviri]

"Just watching you, the way you react to your wings being touched -- it's hot, got me hard just watching you," he murmured quietly, one hand moving to the young man's hip, but pulled away a moment later to tug his shirt off over his head and toss it to the ground. "Slow down, John, don't gotta go so fast," he said, his hands moving down to John's as he unbuckled his own belt and tugged his jeans open, then moved his hands to John's, opening them as well.

"Yeah, s'hot, ain't it? M'hot too," he groaned, tilting his head and panting a little as he rocked up into John's hips as he felt him shift in his lap, making him moan. "Maybe I am, after all," he muttered, then Dean pulled out a small knife from his pocket and cut away at the shirt, "I'll buy you a new one, "and removed it without hurting the wings. He'd never hurt those beautiful things, then tossed the ruined shirt onto the ground.

Yeah! You too! :D Have a lovely day! Can't wait :) You have fun dearie!

[soulisfucked]

John found himself tinging through out his body, anywhere Dean was touching or was against him--it was like electricity all over again. He felt his shirt being ripped off, "Tch...you better you damned pervert..." He breathed heavily out before leaning into Dean's cheek, resting his lip as he muffled, "Nmmn...fucking hot...fucking hot Dean...shit..." He found his hand slipping into Dean's pants and stroking his thinly clothed cock before slipping in between the slit of his boxer and brushed only the tip of his finger against it--"S-Shit..." He chuckled as he rested his forehead against his cheek, "...you're fucking--uh...shit hot." He muttered, though he wanted to say that it was big. "...I never fucking thought that you could get turned on...just by watching..." John never had that, it was all by touch since it really didn't mean much to him.

"Ahmn--shit..." He felt the touches around his wings before leaning in and brushing his lip over Dean's before resting into the crook of his neck, placing it now upon the crook of his neck, "Shit your moan sounds like a man lady..." He teased before lean back and having his hand stroke and tease against Dean's hardened cock, now looking into his eyes, "Moan more--it's not--nm...fucking fair that I'm the only one that sounds more like a fucking whore..." He muttered before leaning back into place a kiss upon Dean's ear before nibbling against the shell of his ear while his hand began to slowly pull out Dean's cock through the slit of his boxer, giving it a stroke.

And back! But lots o tags so I'll be slow for awhile. :D

[iustiviri]

"Yeah, you can get turned on by just watching, or touching," he said qietly as he teased John's wings, the base of them, touching and rubbing the spot. "Like this." It was more of a turn on to see his partner's become aroused and turned on, to know that they were liking what he was doing, the way he touched them. It was intoxicating the way he could see and hear how much he turned on the people he was with, and John was no exception.

Dean barked out a soft laugh, grinning. "And how do you think you sound, John?" he teased, returning the soft brush of lips, then kissed across the younger man's cheek as he hid his face against his neck. "Nnh, fuck, yeah that's it." Dean moaned out, pushing up into John's touch, thrusting into the fingers as they curled around him, stroking slow and exploring. "C'mon John, touch me more."

:) Breathe! Breathe o(>A<;)o I just have a horrid OCD of liking to see my msgs answered when seen

[soulisfucked]

John blushed when he asked him how he sounded, of course he knew how he sounded, "...s-shut the fuck up...hah..." He sighed out heavily as he began to stroke Dean slowly and thoroughly by expanding his use of his fingers, slipping them down with the same speed of stroking it, "You selfish..." He whispered weakly as he continued to stroke him, wanting to hear Dean moan more, "This feels good? I mean uh...shit it feels good at times when girls do it to me..." He muttered as he then flicked the tip of his thumb over the slit, slipping against it, "I mean...shit it feels better when I do it to myself...so uh--does it feel good for you?" He asked--god did John sounded so inexperienced right now. "...Don't fucking make fun of me for having too much fucking questions..." John was new to this.

He found himself leaning into Dean's touches, wanting more--but god he didn't want to beg for it, he wanted it come to him--but he was impatient, "...shit touch me more..." He muttered as he leaned in and whispered against Dean's ear, his lip just leaning against it now, breathing heavily as he continued to stroke Dean's cock, "Nmnng...your touches are fucking--shit...my body...is on fucking fire...you perverted...bastard..." He grinned as he rested his forehead now over Dean's, looking into his eyes, "...so how many guys you've been with?" He asked before having his lips only so close to Dean's before leaning to the side and placing it upon the crook of Dean's neck, "...bet you fucked around a lot just as much as I fucked around with half demon chicks..." John chuckled, amused by this--just at himself. "You know your shit Dean...fuck...it..." His hand continuing to stroke Dean's cock, gradually picking his pace before stopping, "...You ever gotten a blow job from a guy? Dean?"

I try to tag when I can, unless I'm not feeling taggy that day lol. Sometimes I get burnt out.

[iustiviri]

"Fuck, yean it feesls great, John." Dean panted out, moaning and pushing up into the young man's hand, hips jerking up hard as he teased over the wet slit, his hand tightening around the wings in reflex to the motion. "Not gonna make fun of you, John, promise. Just.. keep touching me," he panted out, enjoying the way John's fingers curled around him, stroked him steady as he pushed up into it. "Like it when you talk, like listenin' to you."

Dean obeyed the request, moving his other free hand over John's body; along his back and sides, over his middle and chest, then dropping down to palm the bulge in the young man's own jeans, the demin a rough slide over his hand as he pressed and rubbed against it in the same moment he rubbed hard against the base of his wing, knowing how sensitive it is. He grinned as well and tilted his head just a fraction to brush his lips over John's. "More than you," he teased, smirking a little before answering. "Lost track a long time ago, but yeah, probably." Dean then groaned when John stopped, hips pushing up to try to get the friction back. "Yeah, I have. Was pretty awesome."

If you're tired, you should really rest. >_<;; pushing it is going to not make RP fun DX;

[soulisfucked]

John closed his eyes, swallowing his moans--or at least trying to before--"A-Ahmn...nmng..D-Dean..." He found it hard to keep it down the way that he was now teasing his wing and his crotch--God it felt his body was on fire and electrified all at the same time--"NMnng..Dean...Dean.." He breathed before swallowing hard, "Shit...never...slept with a fucking guy..." He muttered, "I was interested at times but we never got far since...well they tend to not really be that interested at all...and if they aren't interested...I'm not fucking interested even if I fucking was..." He breathed before looking at Dean, "..." He blinked before stroking Dean's cock one last time.

John was new to this but maybe it was because he wanted to even out the offer of Dean letting him stay at his place, "...Shit--don't fucking make fun of me and if it fucking hurts or anything you...fucking push me away, okay?" He slowly descended onto his knees, sitting in between Dean's legs as he pulled out Dean's cock and breathed heavily against it,God it's fucking huge. "...I'm gonna suck but--shit don't...I'm--just trying to do my best..." He muttered before popping his lip around the tip and trailing his lip down the side and flicking his tongue against it, "NMmn..." He closed his eyes while finding his hand to massage and rather tease against Dean's scrotum, sending vibrations from his throat onto it to send more. It was the way he liked it--they were both male, so it should have felt good, right? He then made his way back up to Dean's tip and slowly took his cock into his mouth, stopping halfway as it hovered around the back of his throat, "Hnng..." He closed his eyes and began to slowly move his head, his free hands teasing and massaging the base of Dean's cock and scrotum to make him feel better. John couldn't deep throat yet--but this was the most he could do for Dean. For now.

Yeah, I'll be going to bed here in a bit rofl tired from walking lol

[iustiviri]

"Well don't worry, John. 'M definitely interested in you." And he was. Not only did Dean like John's company and his humor, but the guy was good looking too, and it just made the whole package that much better. He watched as John moved to the floor, between his legs and Dean groaned at the sight, slouching slightly on the sofa, one arm resting over his stomach and the other on the sofa next to him, eyes locked on John.

"Won't make fun of you, promise. And don't worry, you'll do fine, just take your time," Dean murmured, then hissed out a soft "Shit" when John sucked at the tip, tongue hot against the skin of his cock, throbbing in the younger man's grasp and he moaned softly, arching into it. "Oh fuck, yeah." Dean moaned out loudly when he felt John take him into his mouth and he fought the urge to simply thrust up into his mouth, not wanting to hurt the younger man. "Yeah, s'good John, doin' good," he panted out, the hand on the sofa reaching out to card through his hair reassuringly.