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harder and harder [SPN fanfic, Dean/Sam, NC-17]
Title: harder and harder
Artist: badbastion
Pairing: Dean/Sam, Sam/his hands
Rating: NSFW!
Contents: breathplay, masturbation, sex
Spoilers: Sam gets choked a lot.
Summary: lol. Sam gets choked a lot. ~600 words of self-indulgent porn.
It started when Dean pushed him against the wall in the cramped motel bathroom. Dean kissed him, hard and rushed and their teeth clicked, and Sam can't remember what monster it was that night, or whose life had been saved by whom; it was one of those nights, was all he knew. Hopped up on adrenaline and blood pumping hot from stalking, from closing in, from slashing and bleeding and sore backs and Sam thinks his knee was kind of busted up. But Dean had torn Sam's jeans down to his knees, had bitten down hard on Sam's nipple as he turned him to face the wall, pushing his blood-sticky shirts up. The clothing twisted somehow, abruptly cutting off his air. Sam panicked, still running on instinct, and near-phobic with how often it happened on hunts.
He jerked and reached up, clawing at the shirts, sucking in tiny, panicked breaths, then Dean shoved two slippery fingers up his ass and Sam banged his head against the wall as his whole body sizzled, jerked, and he came all over the dingy wallpaper.
He still hated it when monsters or demons or just bar-variety brawlers got their hands around his neck, but when he was alone, he... tried it. Jerked himself off slow and lazy for a few minutes, spreading his legs to squeeze and pull at his balls and rub a finger around his asshole, massaging it and feeling it want to open for him. He relaxed into it, sweeping his big hands over his stomach and chest, thumbing his nipples before he went for his cock again, slowly twisting his hand just under his fat, purpled head. He dipped his fingers into the precum that spilled on his belly and beaded at his slit, and just as he slid his fingers into his hole he wrapped his other hand around his throat and squeezed.
He got off spectacularly that first time, and less spectacularly the next. He choked himself harder and harder as time went by, wondering how much danger he was actually putting himself in.
He hesitated to say anything to Dean. He only squeezed hard enough to leave marks when there were already marks there, courtesy of some beast or another; it felt private to him, a shameful secret.
It finally spilled out of him when Dean was panting and sweating over him after another painful close call, and Dean was scowling and fucking into him rough, like it was Sam's fucking fault, and oh jesus did that turn Sam on. Dean grabbed his shoulder and dug his thumb against Sam's collarbone, and Sam breathed out, "Choke me."
Their eyes met, and oh god, Dean knew already, and the corner of his lips turned up as he loosened his grip from Sam's shoulder and wrapped it around Sam's neck and squeezed. Sam swallowed, feeling Dean's callus-rough hand slowly close around his throat, pressure on windpipe and cartilage and tendons, and Sam arched up beneath Dean and sucked in a wheezing breath.
"Harder," he rasped, and Dean choked him like it was for real, and tears flooded Sam's eyes as he tilted his head back. Dean's cock drilling into him, he rutted hard and slippery against Dean's belly, practically pissing precum all over them. Dean dug his fingers in and Sam trembled, vision going black around the edges.
Quivering and twitching, he opened his mouth in a silent groan, and his cock pumped out thick streams of come, a flood that gushed hot on his skin. He registered Dean's hand lifting away as the curtain of a blackout fell over him.
the end
goes along with picture: choke (NSFW!)
Artist: badbastion
Pairing: Dean/Sam, Sam/his hands
Rating: NSFW!
Contents: breathplay, masturbation, sex
Spoilers: Sam gets choked a lot.
Summary: lol. Sam gets choked a lot. ~600 words of self-indulgent porn.
It started when Dean pushed him against the wall in the cramped motel bathroom. Dean kissed him, hard and rushed and their teeth clicked, and Sam can't remember what monster it was that night, or whose life had been saved by whom; it was one of those nights, was all he knew. Hopped up on adrenaline and blood pumping hot from stalking, from closing in, from slashing and bleeding and sore backs and Sam thinks his knee was kind of busted up. But Dean had torn Sam's jeans down to his knees, had bitten down hard on Sam's nipple as he turned him to face the wall, pushing his blood-sticky shirts up. The clothing twisted somehow, abruptly cutting off his air. Sam panicked, still running on instinct, and near-phobic with how often it happened on hunts.
He jerked and reached up, clawing at the shirts, sucking in tiny, panicked breaths, then Dean shoved two slippery fingers up his ass and Sam banged his head against the wall as his whole body sizzled, jerked, and he came all over the dingy wallpaper.
He still hated it when monsters or demons or just bar-variety brawlers got their hands around his neck, but when he was alone, he... tried it. Jerked himself off slow and lazy for a few minutes, spreading his legs to squeeze and pull at his balls and rub a finger around his asshole, massaging it and feeling it want to open for him. He relaxed into it, sweeping his big hands over his stomach and chest, thumbing his nipples before he went for his cock again, slowly twisting his hand just under his fat, purpled head. He dipped his fingers into the precum that spilled on his belly and beaded at his slit, and just as he slid his fingers into his hole he wrapped his other hand around his throat and squeezed.
He got off spectacularly that first time, and less spectacularly the next. He choked himself harder and harder as time went by, wondering how much danger he was actually putting himself in.
He hesitated to say anything to Dean. He only squeezed hard enough to leave marks when there were already marks there, courtesy of some beast or another; it felt private to him, a shameful secret.
It finally spilled out of him when Dean was panting and sweating over him after another painful close call, and Dean was scowling and fucking into him rough, like it was Sam's fucking fault, and oh jesus did that turn Sam on. Dean grabbed his shoulder and dug his thumb against Sam's collarbone, and Sam breathed out, "Choke me."
Their eyes met, and oh god, Dean knew already, and the corner of his lips turned up as he loosened his grip from Sam's shoulder and wrapped it around Sam's neck and squeezed. Sam swallowed, feeling Dean's callus-rough hand slowly close around his throat, pressure on windpipe and cartilage and tendons, and Sam arched up beneath Dean and sucked in a wheezing breath.
"Harder," he rasped, and Dean choked him like it was for real, and tears flooded Sam's eyes as he tilted his head back. Dean's cock drilling into him, he rutted hard and slippery against Dean's belly, practically pissing precum all over them. Dean dug his fingers in and Sam trembled, vision going black around the edges.
Quivering and twitching, he opened his mouth in a silent groan, and his cock pumped out thick streams of come, a flood that gushed hot on his skin. He registered Dean's hand lifting away as the curtain of a blackout fell over him.
the end
goes along with picture: choke (NSFW!)