SPN/CW RPF FREE-FOR-ALL DIRTY PORN MEME!
Further to my previous post: you advertise for a graphic, and you get several at once. ;) I probably shouldn't post this now, since I have to go to bed imminently, but...porn. So, without further ado, welcome to the
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Jared lets go, backing off a few steps and standing mutely with a smile as Jensen slides off the desk, gets rid of his pants and turns around. He leans down onto the wooden surface, fingers white and tense where they grip the edges, and offers his bare ass to Jared, moaning as he thrusts it upward in a wanton beg.
The first finger, slick and long, is too much, and the second is not enough. Jensen pants and pushes back against the delicious pressure. "Tell me what you thought," he manages to whisper between panting breaths. "As you were sitting there. In-- fuck-- in your cubicle, thinking about me."
Jared leans down and kisses the back of his neck. "Thought about coming right up here, middle of the day, throwing you on the floor and having you while everybody watched," he says. Jensen oohs and bucks up against the weight inside him -- three now, so full and so thick. "Or maybe fucking you against that window, let the whole city see you, see the way you take my cock."
"Fucking want to take it now," Jensen breathes. He's stroking himself now, fevered rushes of flesh against flesh, and with each feathery touch of fingers against his cockhead he shudders.
"Almost came in here about two o'clock," Jared goes on, withdrawing his fingers. His cock pushes plump and steel-hard against Jensen's ass. "You were on the phone and I passed by. Was gonna come in here, drop to my knees and suck you off right then."
He hitches forward, wedging himself inside Jensen by just an inch. Jensen gives a shout -- "Jared, fuck!" -- and rams back, taking him the rest of the way. Jared's sudden, wild noise sets his blood on fire. One hand still clinging to the desk, the other wrapped around his cock, he pumps back again and again, listening for each startled groan and each slap of skin on skin.
They're not lasting long like this, not after all the teasing, but Jensen still tries to hold back as long as he can. Each burn and stretch, each drop of pre-come on his frantic fingers, makes it harder and harder to maintain control, but he won't come until Jared's let go too; he can't afford to lose the rhythm, not when he's finally got that fast slick heat pumping into him the way he's wanted it all day long.
And hearing Jared-- that fucking tease Jared, so calm and collected as he drives Jensen to the brink of insanity -- finally starting to shout, to spit out bits of sentences like "fuck your fucking ass so tight, Jen, can't, fucking hot--" yeah, Jensen doesn't want that to be over too soon.
Jared's fingers tighten on Jensen's hips, travel down to clutch his thighs. Nails bite into his flesh there. "You fucking-- slut, holy -- gonna come, Jen," Jared says, and his voice swells and then narrows into a hiss as his thrusts heat up, as the pump in-and-out rhythm dissolves into an erratic, constant fullness. Jensen opens his mouth in a gasp, holds there without exhaling, as the white-hot lurch of pleasure flares up beyond his control and sends him spinning into orgasm. His cock shoots into his hand, short bursts that stain the desk and make him feel like he's emptying out inside, and as soon as he's empty he's full again, Jared inside him and above him shaking and coming and collapsing forward, chest hot against Jensen's sweaty back, suffocating and glorious.
"Jared," Jensen manages when he can gulp in enough breath to speak.
Jared has to pant a few more times before he can answer. "Yeah?"
"You come on into my office," Jensen says, "anytime."
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Reading porn about sex at work while at work. That's just the sort of pornception I needed today.
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ARE YOU SURE JARED ISN'T BEHIND YOU WITH THE LUBE RIIIIIIIIIGHT NOOOOOOW. XD
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and ghhhhh the dirty talk fried my brain <3
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glad you liked it love <3
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