CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // SPN & OTHER CHARACTER Prompts Post // November 1-15
This post is for ANY AND ALL SPN & OTHER CHARACTER PROMPTS. Characters from other fandoms are allowed as long as the main pairing includes one Supernatural character. Reminder: all prompts with people under the age of 18 should be posted to the underage post.
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It’s no excuse, though.
It’s his brother’s blood staining his hands; the sensation of Sam’s bruised flesh like a phantom weight against his knuckles. Dean jumps slightly at the gentle slide of fingertips over his cheek and smiles up at Benny in silent apology. The older man shakes his head as he rubs his crimson-tinged fingers together and then sweeps his eyes down to meet Dean’s again.
“You wanna talk about it?”
“No,” Dean replies. “Talkin’ ‘bout it ain’t gonna do a damn thing.”
Benny nods and wipes the blood on his pant leg, eyeing the rust-colored streak for a second before his gaze flickers back to Dean’s face. “You deserve better,” he murmurs, sliding his tongue over his bottom lip, stopping himself before he says more.
It’s on the tip of his tongue to protest, but Dean just shakes his head and leans forward to bury his face in his hands. It’s only then that he realizes he’s trembling - anger, hurt, confusion all swirling dangerously together in his chest, like a pot about to boil over. Dean sucks in a startled gasp at the sensation of the hands pushing on his shoulders, moving down the buttons on the front of his shirt, over his chest and torso.
“The fuck’re you doin’?” he blurts out.
“Not talkin’ about it,” Benny drawls, shooting Dean a crooked grin as his fingers move swiftly to undo his button and zipper.
“I… oh fuck…” Dean trails off. Benny’s hands are warm and smooth when he curls his palm tight around Dean’s aching flesh, squeezing tight.
“You trust me, brother?” Benny asks quietly, dragging his tongue over his lip again as he unwaveringly meets Dean’s gaze. It’s more statement than question and his eyes are crystal-blue and clear, bright and earnest in a way that’s more ironic than anything else.
“With my life,” Dean whispers, emotion inexplicably tightening his throat. Benny nods and leans down to lick a warm, wet stripe along the underside of his cock, all the way up to the swollen crown. “Go easy on me, all right?” Dean half-jokes. “’s been a long damn time.”
Benny huffs out a quiet chuckle and licks his lips again before sucking just the tip of Dean’s cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the blood-thick flesh, using it to rub gently over the sensitive bundle of nerves under the head. Dean’s eyes fall shut and he chokes back a moan, hips trembling with the effort of keeping still. He unconsciously holds his breath as Benny sucks him down further, sliding Dean’s cock inch by painstaking inch into the satin-soft warmth of his mouth.
He’s too close too fast, but it doesn’t matter, not really. Benny pulls up slowly and then sinks back down, setting a slow, easy rhythm that sends tremors of pleasure racing up and down Dean’s spine like sparks of lightning. His orgasm hits hard and sudden - like a shit-ton of bricks raining down on him -- and he barely has a chance to choke out a warning before the first spurt of his release shoots hot against Benny’s tongue. He does his best to work Dean through it, swallowing down every drop as quickly as it comes, gently sucking and licking the sensitive flesh even as it softens between his lips.
Dean shivers slightly as he tucks himself back into his underwear and halfheartedly zips his jeans up. His heart is still thundering in his ribcage and he can barely breathe, but he’s suddenly keenly aware of the warmth and comfort of Benny’s palm resting lightly on his knee.
“We used to fight about what to listen to on the radio,” he says evenly, dropping his hand down to slide over Benny’s. “But Sam always let me win,” he adds with a humorless laugh. “Wish it could be that simple again, you know?”
“He’ll come around,” Benny says after a moment. “Someday the silence’ll get to be too much.”
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I support this scenario, because I fully believe 90% of the reason Dean's being such a pissy little bitch is because he and Sam have not yet resumed fucking. Poor guy needs a release LOL.
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