Filled: Supernova 2/2rock_chick_333February 21 2011, 23:00:53 UTC
. Jeff rolls him over, tips a few more drops of oil into his palm, and starts on the front. The heat is still there, but it's starting to radiate out of him, sensitizing his skin and quickening his pulse. Jeff's hands work down his chest, trails of fire that make his breath hitch. The strokes stop at the top of his underwear, and he moans in frustration as his cock twitches, desperate to be touched.
"You okay, baobei?" Jeff asks, dipping his head to kiss Jensen's belly. His fingers slide along the waistband. "Ready to lose these?"
Jensen's voice catches in his throat. He can feel every atom of his skin burning with need, but he can't say it. He bucks his hips upward, wordlessly offering. Jeff takes that as the consent it was meant as, and slides the fabric down Jensen's hips. Jensen closes his eyes, momentarily embarrassed, then lets out a yell as his cock is engulfed in the wet heat of Jeff's mouth. It feels so gorram good that he doesn't even care about the scratch of beard against his balls as Jeff slides all the way down him to the root, deep-throating him better than any girl ever did. Jensen barely even notices any more that the body in bed with him belongs to a guy. He's shaking all over, ridiculous noises escaping from him as Jeff sucks.
Jensen's so overheated and desperate now that his brain hardly makes a peep of protest when one oil-slick finger slides down between his cheeks to stroke his hole, and after a few gentle circles, push in. He's so completely wrapped up in his own burning arousal, in the clamour of his body and the delicious, maddening sensation of that finger moving inside him, that he loses track of everything else. He's dimly aware that he's writhing and, when Jeff adds a second, then a third finger, yowling like a cat in heat. If it weren't for the oil, he'd probably be dying of mortification, but all he can think is More.
"Jensen, baobei," growls Jeff, sliding his fingers out and stripping off the gloves, "can I?"
Jensen whines, far past speech now. By way of answer, he scoops up the little puddle of jiba oil sitting in his navel and smears it up Jeff's throat, then snakes his hand round to grab his nape and haul him up over Jensen's body. Jeff makes a bitten-off sound, his face all screwed up in a lusty snarl, and pushes Jensen's thighs wide apart. As Jensen feels the thick blunt cock nudging its way into him, his brain goes off again into that bright, wild place where all that exists is body and heat and sensation, but this time Jeff's there with him, moving in him, sparking fire all over his skin. He's vaguely aware of Jeff losing it more and more as his skin absorbs the jiba oil from on Jensen's chest and, oh God, from inside him, jiba oil on his cock, fuck, that's filthy hot! And then they're slamming against each other, violent in their desperation, crying out and digging fingers in hard, spiralling up together in an explosion of heat and light and ecstasy. The world goes away for a long while, and nothing exists but them, Jensen and Jeff, together.
Jensen 's going to love being a mail order husband. Just as long as the Jiba Oil keeps coming.
End.
~~000~~
My Mandarin sucks, but best as I can figure out from a quick poke around the webz, jiba = cock baobei = sweetheart .
Jeff rolls him over, tips a few more drops of oil into his palm, and starts on the front. The heat is still there, but it's starting to radiate out of him, sensitizing his skin and quickening his pulse. Jeff's hands work down his chest, trails of fire that make his breath hitch. The strokes stop at the top of his underwear, and he moans in frustration as his cock twitches, desperate to be touched.
"You okay, baobei?" Jeff asks, dipping his head to kiss Jensen's belly. His fingers slide along the waistband. "Ready to lose these?"
Jensen's voice catches in his throat. He can feel every atom of his skin burning with need, but he can't say it. He bucks his hips upward, wordlessly offering. Jeff takes that as the consent it was meant as, and slides the fabric down Jensen's hips. Jensen closes his eyes, momentarily embarrassed, then lets out a yell as his cock is engulfed in the wet heat of Jeff's mouth. It feels so gorram good that he doesn't even care about the scratch of beard against his balls as Jeff slides all the way down him to the root, deep-throating him better than any girl ever did. Jensen barely even notices any more that the body in bed with him belongs to a guy. He's shaking all over, ridiculous noises escaping from him as Jeff sucks.
Jensen's so overheated and desperate now that his brain hardly makes a peep of protest when one oil-slick finger slides down between his cheeks to stroke his hole, and after a few gentle circles, push in. He's so completely wrapped up in his own burning arousal, in the clamour of his body and the delicious, maddening sensation of that finger moving inside him, that he loses track of everything else. He's dimly aware that he's writhing and, when Jeff adds a second, then a third finger, yowling like a cat in heat. If it weren't for the oil, he'd probably be dying of mortification, but all he can think is More.
"Jensen, baobei," growls Jeff, sliding his fingers out and stripping off the gloves, "can I?"
Jensen whines, far past speech now. By way of answer, he scoops up the little puddle of jiba oil sitting in his navel and smears it up Jeff's throat, then snakes his hand round to grab his nape and haul him up over Jensen's body. Jeff makes a bitten-off sound, his face all screwed up in a lusty snarl, and pushes Jensen's thighs wide apart. As Jensen feels the thick blunt cock nudging its way into him, his brain goes off again into that bright, wild place where all that exists is body and heat and sensation, but this time Jeff's there with him, moving in him, sparking fire all over his skin. He's vaguely aware of Jeff losing it more and more as his skin absorbs the jiba oil from on Jensen's chest and, oh God, from inside him, jiba oil on his cock, fuck, that's filthy hot! And then they're slamming against each other, violent in their desperation, crying out and digging fingers in hard, spiralling up together in an explosion of heat and light and ecstasy. The world goes away for a long while, and nothing exists but them, Jensen and Jeff, together.
Jensen 's going to love being a mail order husband. Just as long as the Jiba Oil keeps coming.
End.
~~000~~
My Mandarin sucks, but best as I can figure out from a quick poke around the webz,
jiba = cock
baobei = sweetheart
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