CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PEOPLE Prompts Post // September 1-15
This post is for ANY AND ALL REAL PEOPLE PROMPTS. People from other fandoms are allowed as long as the main pairing includes one person from the Supernatural cast. Exceptions made for Jared, Jensen, and/or Misha's wives.
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Prompts or fills mentioning real people under the age of 18 are BANNED, they can not be aged up or mentioned in passing ( Read more... )
After a few weeks of avoidance, Jensen seems to come out of his shell and starts seeking Jared out, inviting him to lunch or taking coffee breaks with him more often than not. Jared thinks it’s probably because Jensen realizes that he’s not a threat and believes that they have something in common, being the only two alphas in an office full of betas. Jared tries to avoid him at first but Jensen is really a nice guy once he starts to open up and Jared finds himself seeking Jensen out as often as the other way around.
Aside from their family life - Jensen comes from a loving, small family, just one older brother and a younger sister, his father died a few years ago leaving his mother to raise the youngest - they have a lot in common. Jensen has a wickedly dry sense of humor and is a bit snarky at times but Jared finds that it suits the older man and it usually makes him laugh so hard his stomach aches. Within months of starting there, Jensen quickly becomes one of Jared’s closest friends, if not his best friend. Jared feels bad that their friendship is based off a lie - that Jensen thinks he’s bonding with a fellow alpha - but there’s really nothing he can do about that. Jared portrays the embodiment of an alpha and there’s no way in hell he’d ever tell anyone, especially Jensen, that he’s anything less.
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Jensen smiles when he looks up and sees Jared heading toward his car. It’s Friday night and they’re heading out to the bar to have a few beers and catch the game. He’s got to admit that he’s a little surprised by the instant friendship - and attraction, if he’s being honest - that developed between him and Jared. It took a few weeks, sure, both of them sniffing each other out but once Jensen got over the initial surprise at his instant attraction to the other alpha and got to know him, they struck up a friendship that usually takes years to cultivate.
Jensen had always thought that he’d mate an omega. He grew up with an omega mother, has nothing but the highest respect for the gender - believes wholeheartedly that they’re gifts from the Gods - and always saw himself settling down with one, despite their rarity.
So needless to say when he met Jared that first day, he was shocked at the instant attraction. Alpha pairs aren’t exactly completely unheard of, but they’re rare and controversial. But despite all that, his own ideas of what he thought he wanted and what society would think, he’s done his best to get close to Jared. It’s led to one of the best friendships he’s ever had and he just hopes, with some more time, and maybe some wooing, that he’ll be able to convince Jared to take a chance with him.
He knows that Jared’s not mated and he doesn’t seem to be interested in it - or just hooking up, judging by the number of times he’s politely declined Gen’s numerous offers. He’s not sure how someone who looks like that isn’t mated yet. He must have people throwing themselves at him constantly - with his tip-tilted, ever-changing, champagne-hazel eyes and the dimples that dig in deep when he smiles and the silky-soft hair that Jensen can imagine his own fingers running through and his amazing personality on top of it.
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Jared licks his lips and huffs out a sigh. “I just… ‘m tired of the casual thing,” he confesses softly. “Did it a bunch in college and I just… ‘m not interested.”
“So you’re looking for a mate?” Jensen asks, trying not to sound hopeful. He’s never really been able to get Jared to talk too much about his personal life but it seems like the three beers that Jared’s had has loosened his tongue up a bit.
“No,” Jared says sharply. “I don’t… I’ll never find a mate.”
“Aw, c’mon, dude. That’s not true. You’ll find someone…”
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Jared mutters, pushing himself up from his stool. “I gotta go.”
Jensen follows him out to the parking lot, grabbing his wrist before he can storm away. “Jared, wait.” Jensen says softly. “’m sorry, man, I didn’t mean to overstep or anything…”
“’s ok, Jensen,” Jared whispers, not looking at him. “I just… I don’t like to talk about it.”
Jensen huffs a sigh and nods, chewing on his bottom lip for a moment. Jared looks so damn miserable and Jensen hates that, is willing to do anything to take that heartbreaking look off his face. He doesn’t want to risk their friendship but he also doesn’t think he can continue to ignore what he’s feeling either.
He realizes that he’s still holding Jared’s wrist - and that Jared hasn’t shaken him off yet - and decides to throw caution to the wind for a second. He can always blame the alcohol later if this goes bad.
His hand slides up Jared’s arm, to his neck, and with a small tug, pulls Jared closer. His arms wrap around Jared’s broad shoulders and he presses his face against the warm, sweat-damp skin of his neck, and inhales deeply. Jared’s frozen solid, muscles stiff but after a moment, he tentatively wraps his arms around Jensen’s waist and hugs him back. Physical affection between alphas - even in families - isn’t something that happens and Jensen hopes like hell that the fact that Jared’s hugging him back is a good indication that he might be interested as well.
Jared pulls back and drops his head, their foreheads pressed together, and Jensen closes his eyes for a second, letting the warmth of Jared’s body and his rich, musky scent envelope him. “Jensen,” Jared breathes. He pulls away completely then and Jensen reopens his eyes, surprised and taken aback by the sheen of tears sparkling in Jared’s eyes. “Don’t,” he whispers, his voice rough but soft, mostly a plea.
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Every nerve-ending in Jared’s whole body is literally screaming at him to collapse against Jensen’s strong chest, to curl up in his arms and beg to never be let go. But he can’t.
“Jared,” Jensen says softly, reaching out, one warm hand cupping Jared’s cheek. “’s ok. I know it’s not conventional or whatever but I don’t… I mean, I care but I just… Crap,” he huffs, a pretty pink blush creeping across his cheeks. “I like you, Jared,” he eventually mutters. “A lot. And I don’t wanna ruin our friendship but I just… I wanted to let you know.”
Jared smiles sadly and pulls away from the addictive heat of Jensen’s hand. “’s ok,” he rasps. “We’ll still be friends. But I… I can’t, Jensen.”
“Is it because ‘m an alpha?”
“No,” Jared says softly, honestly. He’s already lying to Jensen about something so huge, he doesn’t want to have to lie anymore. “But there’s… I know that it sounds stupid but it’s really not you, it’s me.”
Jensen huffs out a humorless laugh and shakes his head, leaning back against the building. “Ya know,” he starts softly, staring off into the distance. “I always saw myself settling down with an omega. I’ve always had a deep respect for them and I just always thought that was what I wanted. Then I met you,” he finally glances at Jared again, lips turned down slightly, “It doesn’t matter to me that you’re an alpha. It’s just… It’s just you.”
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“Jared…”
Jared spots a cab idling at the curb and jumps in it before Jensen can follow him. By the time he gets to his building and into his apartment, he can’t breathe and there are tears streaming down his cheeks. He knew all along that Jensen was perfect, sweet and strong and protective and everything that Jared’s ever wanted but hated himself for wanting. And now this new information tonight just adds to it.
He stumbles to the shower and washes off the artificial alpha scent, for once not wanting to keep up the charade. The suppressants that he’s on he have to take daily and he skips it for the first time in six years. It’s not enough to trigger a heat but it is enough to let more of his true nature bubble to the surface.
He curls up on the couch when he’s finished, bundled up in sweats and a hoodie, already planning on taking a few sick days next week - partly to avoid Jensen but also to let himself go a few days without the artificial crap in his system. For some reason he can’t even define, for the first time ever, he actually wants to let himself be an omega for a few days.
The loud knocking on his door makes him jump. He can scent Jensen, knows he’s there before the older man even says anything. “C’mon, Jared. I know you’re in there. I just wanna make sure you’re ok.”
Jared stands up on shaky legs and crosses the room, leaning heavily against his front door. He can’t let Jensen in, but he can at least let him know that he’s okay so that Jensen doesn’t stand out in his hallway all night, pounding on his door.
“’m fine, Jensen,” he mutters, trying to make himself sound as strong as he can. Considering the spike of worry he can scent from the alpha, he doesn’t think he pulls it off very well.
“Please let me in?” Jensen pleads softly. “I just wanna talk.”
“I… Jensen, I can’t,” he rasps, tears once again stinging his eyes.
“Jared…” Jensen pauses and Jared can almost hear Jensen scenting him through the door. It honestly hadn’t occurred to Jared that if he can smell Jensen, then Jensen can smell him. Fuck. This is not good. “Open the door,” Jensen says firmly, all alpha, and Jared’s traitorous body trembles.
Jared sighs and opens the door, stepping aside so that Jensen can enter. His eyes are wide and a little wild, his nostrils flaring. “Jared?” he rasps.
“’m sorry,” Jared says softly. “I know that doesn’t fix anything…”
“Are you sorry you lied or sorry I found out?” Jensen asks tensely.
“’m sorry you found out,” Jared says honestly.
“I don’t… I think I deserve an explanation.”
Jared nods and crosses the room, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed protectively over his chest. “Look at me, Jensen,” he instructs softly. “Do I actually look like an omega to you?” Jensen opens his mouth but Jared shakes his head and keeps going, “I have four brothers, two older, two younger, all alphas. My father is an alpha, both my grandfathers were alphas. Every male in my family - both sides - for generations, have been alphas. I… I was born a freak,” Jared’s voice cracks but he forces himself to continue, “My own mother practically disowned me when I didn’t pop a knot. My brothers, my father, they were cruel but my own mom…” he trails off, swallowing thickly. “Anyway. As soon as I was able to, I hit the road and didn’t look back. I went on suppressants and bought pheromones and became the alpha I should’ve been. No one wants an omega that looks like an alpha.”
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“It wasn’t just my family, Jensen,” Jared frowns. “I went through high school being a freak. Male omegas are rare enough but I became the freak among freaks. I just… It wasn’t worth it anymore.”
Jensen closes the distance between them and pulls Jared into his arms. Jared closes his eyes and melts against Jensen’s chest, his face buried in Jensen’s neck. “I never wanted you to find out,” Jared whispers.
“I told you back at the bar, it didn’t matter to me. I… I had feelings for you when I thought you were an alpha.” Jensen pulls back, cupping Jared’s cheeks. “You’re beautiful, sweetheart,” he says softly. “And ‘m so sorry that no one in your life was ever good to you.”
Jared sniffles softly and smiles sadly. “You… I’ve always hated my biology,” he confesses softly. “But from the moment I met you, for the first time ever, I really wanted to be normal, to be a proper omega…”
“I don’t want that,” Jensen interrupts gently. “I love that you’re big and strong.” Jensen licks his lips again, one hand sliding down Jared’s chest, stopping to rest against his heart. “Gimme a chance?”
Jared inhales deeply, a low moan catching in his throat at the scent of Jensen’s arousal. He can feel his own body responding, his cock twitching, his hole fluttering and his slick pulsing out. Jensen clenches his jaw and pushes Jared up against the wall completely, his strong, muscular frame pressing against Jared.
“Jensen,” he breathes, his fingers digging into Jensen’s biceps.
The hand Jensen still has cradling his cheek slides back, tangling in the still shower-damp strands of his hair and he tilts Jared’s head just so before slamming their lips together, almost hard enough to hurt. Jared moans, opens his mouth and lets Jensen’s tongue slide between his lips. They kiss until Jared’s lightheaded and dizzy, his lips numb and tingling.
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Jensen finally pulls away, his chest heaving, his cock hard and pressing painfully against his zipper. Jared’s lips are kiss-swollen and softly parted, his eyes dark with want and need but guarded in a way that Jensen still doesn’t like, doesn’t honestly understand.
“Do you want this? Me?” Jensen asks softly.
“Yes,” Jared breathes. “But I just…”
“What?” Jensen urges when Jared cuts himself off.
“I’m not… normal,” Jared finishes weakly.
Jensen pulls Jared impossibly closer and wraps his arms around the younger man. “You’re perfect,” Jensen argues gently.
Jared huffs a sigh but doesn’t stay anything else. Jensen noses through his silky-soft hair and groans, catching a whiff of Jared’s natural scent - sweet like spun sugar. “Can I stay?” Jensen murmurs, his lips sliding down over Jared’s jaw.
“If you want,” Jared whispers.
“I do.” He pulls back slightly and looks up into Jared’s eyes. “Just… trust me, ok?
“I… yeah. Ok,” Jared nods, shooting him a small smile, his dimples peeking out.
Jensen smiles back and his hand slides around Jared’s side, to his hip. Jared inhales deeply, swaying slightly in place. Jensen nuzzles under his jaw, pressing a kiss to the sweat-salty flesh covering his thundering pulse. “Bedroom?” he asks simply.
Jared swallows thickly and Jensen feels him nod. “Down the hall,” he whispers.
“C’mon,” Jensen urges, tugging gently to get Jared to move with him as he walks backward down the hall. Jared’s trembling beneath his hands so Jensen leans up and presses a kiss to the side of his lips. “We don’t have to do anything,” he says softly.
“’m just nervous,” Jared blurts out, a pretty pink blush creeping across his cheeks. “I… I’ve never done this before.”
Jensen’s eyes widen and he shakes his head slightly. “You’re a virgin?”
“Not entirely,” Jared mutters. “I… In college, I’d pretend to be a beta and hookup with other betas. But I… because of my slick…”
“You always did the fucking,” Jensen fills in, smiling when the blush on Jared’s cheeks deepens. “’s ok,” he assures. “If you don’t wanna do anything, we don’t have to.”
“I want to,” Jared whispers, biting his bottom lip.
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Jensen reaches out, groaning softly at the feel of Jared’s warm, soft skin beneath his palm, his fingers trailing down the midline of Jared’s chest, stopping at the line of wispy brown hair below his navel. Jared swallows thickly and Jensen tracks the bob of his Adam’s apple, before leaning closer and laving his tongue over Jared’s neck. Jared’s eyes flutter closed and Jensen wraps one arm around him, his lips and tongue trailing down to Jared’s collar bone then across his shoulder. Jared moans softly, his hands tentatively landing on Jensen’s shoulders - huge and warm even through Jensen’s shirt.
“Fuck,” Jensen groans, his fingers sliding down Jared’s ribs, digging into his lean waist. “So beautiful, Jared.”
“Jensen,” Jared breathes, big hands sliding up to Jensen’s neck, palming both sides of his face. “Please…”
Jensen nods and watches Jared’s face as he blindly pushes Jared’s sweats down, letting them fall on their own. He steadies Jared while he steps out of them, biting down hard on his bottom lip when he glances down and sees nothing but bare flesh. “Holy shit, that’s hot,” he blurts out, his cheeks heating slightly. But thankfully, it makes Jared laugh softly and Jensen’s pretty fucking sure that that’s one of his favorite sounds in the whole world.
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“You too,” Jared urges softly, sliding his hands down Jensen’s chest, tugging gently at the hem of Jensen’s shirt. Jensen nods and helps Jared pull his t-shirt off and Jared’s mouth goes dry at the sight of Jensen - slightly pale, freckle-kissed skin over lightly defined muscle, broad chest and shoulders leading to his lean waist. He’s freaking perfect and Jared’s never felt more inadequate in his life - and that’s saying something. He wants so bad to believe what Jensen said, that it doesn’t matter that he’s tall and broad, bigger than Jensen, but so many years of being told how wrong, how unnatural, he is doesn’t just go away because he wants it to.
Jensen pulls away just enough to undo his jeans and push them off his hips and down his legs, along with his boxer briefs, until he’s standing beautifully bare in front of Jared.
Jared’s breath hitches in his chest and he reaches out, his fingers trembling slightly, and brushes his hand over Jensen’s hip. Jensen inhales deeply, his eyes dark and lust-blown where he’s staring up at Jared. “Are you sure?” Jared asks softly.
Jensen smiles and takes a step closer, bringing their chests together and Jared’s head spins with the feeling of skin against skin. On the few rare times that he hooked up in college, it never felt like this. “I’m sure,” Jensen murmurs. “I want you, Jay. And not just tonight. I want you always.”
“You… You wanna mate me?” Jared blurts out, snapping his lips closed, heat burning his cheeks.
“Yes,” Jensen says, chuckling fondly. “If that’s ok with you.”
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Jensen spreads out on top of him and they both moan when their hard lengths brush together. Jensen braces himself on his forearms and rocks his hips down a bit and Jared arches up into it, one leg wrapping around Jensen’s thighs before he even realizes it. “Please,” he breathes. “Please, Jensen. More.”
Jensen dips down and slides their lips together in another mind-numbing kiss, one hand tangled in his hair, the other sliding down Jared’s side, gripping his hip bruise-tight. To his disappointment, it doesn’t last as long as he’d like it to and Jensen slides over to the side. Jared frowns slightly, blinking up at Jensen in confusion. Jensen smiles at him and drops his hand between Jared’s legs, the tips of his fingers sliding over the taut, heavy swell of Jared’s balls, the sensitive skin behind. Jared’s eyes widen in understanding and he shifts his hips, letting his legs fall open more. “That’s it, sweetheart,” Jensen murmurs, leaning down to nuzzle under his jaw, nipping gently at his thundering pulse as the pads of his fingers slip lower, just barely brushing over his entrance.
Jared’s hole flutters, fresh slick oozing out of him and he feels his cheeks heat with embarrassment. Jensen growls softly and swirls his fingers through the thick, sticky mess, his cock twitching against Jared’s hip. “Fuck, Jay. So wet for me, baby.”
Jared squirms slightly, embarrassment burning hot through his veins. Jensen pulls away from his neck and looks up at him, concern darkening his gaze. “What?” Jensen urges softly.
Jared groans and throws one arm over his eyes, hiding from Jensen as best as he can. “’s embarrassing,” he whispers.
“Baby, it’s fuckin’ hot,” Jensen argues, soft but firm. “Love that you’re so wet for me.” He slides just the tip of one finger past the furled rim of Jared’s entrance and Jared gasps, his eyes squeezing closed behind his arm. Jensen reaches up with his free hand and pulls Jared arm away. He nudges Jared’s cheek with his nose, his finger sliding in a little further. “Look at me, Jared? Please?”
Jared’s eyes flutter open and lock with dark, stormy-green. “You’re beautiful and perfect,” Jensen continues, that same soft but firm tone.
“But…” Jared starts, not sure what he wants to argue just knowing that Jensen is wrong.
“But nothing,” Jensen interrupts. “This… It’s natural, love.” His lips press gently against the corner of Jared’s lips. “And like I said, fuckin’ hot.”
Jared inhales sharply when Jensen presses his finger in the rest of the way, one hand coming up to grab Jensen’s bicep. It doesn’t hurt - he’s slick enough that the slide is effortless - just the opposite, in fact. Jared chokes on a broken moan, his hips thrusting down against Jensen’s finger of their own accord. He’d always been so embarrassed - mortified even - by the production of his natural lubricant that he never touched himself back there, even during the few heats he had before he could be put on the suppressants once he turned eighteen. But the slight stretch, the hint of fullness, feels fucking amazing and Jared wants more.
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Jensen bites down on his bottom lip and slips a second finger inside and there’s a slight burn of unused muscle stretching even wider and Jared realizes that he’s kind of instantly addicted to the feeling.
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Jared’s eyes are wide and he looks so surprised that Jensen can’t help but wonder if this is the first time he’s ever felt anything inside of him. “Jay?” he asks softly. “You ok?”
“Feels so good,” Jared mutters, sounding adorably apologetic.
“’s supposed to,” Jensen smiles, wiggling his fingers around, smirking when he finds Jared’s prostate and his mate cries out, his back arching beautifully. “There we go,” Jensen murmurs.
“Holy fuck,” Jared pants. “Do that again.”
Jensen dips his head and presses a kiss to Jared’s lips, obediently sliding his fingers over the sensitive gland once again. Jared pushes at Jensen’s shoulder, pulling his lips away with a gasp. “More,” he demands. “C’mon, Jensen. ‘m ready. More.”
Jensen ignores his impatient mate for a moment, sliding a third finger in next to the other two, wanting to get Jared as ready as possible. Someday, he might be able to get away with less prep but today certainly isn’t that day. There’s no way in hell he’d risk hurting Jared, even in the slightest.
“Jensen,” Jared whines, clawing at his shoulder. “Please.”
“Almost, baby,” Jensen soothes. “Don’t wanna hurt you.” Jared’s eyes soften and he smiles slightly. Jensen leans down to kiss him again, murmuring against his lips, “Never, ever wanna hurt you.”
After a few more moments, Jensen pulls his fingers away, shushing Jared softly when he whimpers. “’s ok, love. ‘m not goin’ anywhere,” he pauses, licking his lips, “’s uh, it’s easier if you flip over, on your stomach or your side.”
Jared bites down on his bottom lip for a moment, the most heartbreaking vulnerability shining in those champagne-hazel eyes. “Can we… I wanna see you,” he whispers.
“Of course, Jay,” Jensen smiles. It may not be as comfortable for Jared - or himself - especially once they tie, but if Jared wants to see him, Jensen will make it work.
He resettles between Jared’s legs and reaches between them, blindly lining himself up. He presses the leaking head of his cock against Jared’s loosened, slick hole, groaning softly at the sensation. Jared wraps his arms around Jensen’s shoulders, his long, slender fingers stroking softly through the hair at the nape of his neck. “You ready?” Jensen whispers. When Jared nods, he pushes forward.
Jared gasps softly, his thighs tightening around Jensen’s hips, his jaw clenching. Jensen stops, not willing to rush it and hurt Jared in any way. But Jared shakes his head, his brow furrowing as his hand slides down Jensen’s spine, pushing on the small of his back. “C’mon,” Jared mutters.
Jensen grits his teeth and pushes forward, not stopping this time until he’s buried to the hilt. They’re both panting harshly, dripping with sweat and Jensen’s never felt anything so fucking amazing. Jared’s smiling softly now, just a hint of those adorably sexy dimples peeking out, and Jensen pulls back a bit and thrusts forward again, picking up a tentative rhythm. Jared moans softly, his head pressing back into the pillow, his long, tan neck arching, blunt fingernails digging into the small of Jensen’s back.
Jared opens up beautifully around him, like they were meant to fit together, two pieces of the same puzzle. If Jensen wasn’t already sure before, this right here would cement the knowledge that he’d found his mate, his perfect omega. A slight shift of his hips has him hitting Jared’s sweet spot and he makes sure to keep that perfect angle. Jared makes the most amazing noises every time, soft moans and grunts, breathy little whimpers that Jensen’s not entirely sure if Jared’s even aware that he’s making.
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Jared makes a soft, almost-distressed noise in the back of his throat and Jensen cards his fingers through his sweat-damp hair. “’s ok, baby,” he assures softly. “Just breathe for me.”
Jared cries out when his knot swells completely, tying them together, his untouched cock twitching and jerking between them as he comes from just the pressure of Jensen pressing against his prostate. Jensen moans when he feels Jared warm, sticky release hit his stomach, his smooth inner muscles fluttering and clenching around him, milking his cock and knot perfectly. He comes harder than he ever has, his vision whiting out along the edges, his whole body trembling as the first wave of his release pumps into Jared.
Jared essentially collapses against the mattress, hair a mess, wispy strands stuck to his cheeks and forehead, his cheeks flushed with exertion and left-over arousal and the most adorably sated grin curling up his lips. “Wow,” Jared breathes, his fingers lightly rubbing over the small of Jensen’s back.
Jensen grins and presses a kiss to his lips, settling most of his weight on his knees and forearms. “Definitely,” he agrees. He drops his head down, burying his face against the sweat-slick curve of Jared’s neck, inhaling the combined scent of sex and sweat, of them, lingering on his mate’s skin, and groans. “God, you smell so fuckin’ good,” he murmurs, pressing lazy, open-mouthed kisses against Jared’s pulse.
Jared chuckles softly, tiredly, and it’s like music to Jensen’s ears. “I was plannin’ on takin’ a few days off,” Jared says softly, turning his head enough to nose through Jensen’s hair, quietly scenting him as well.
Jensen smiles and pulls back enough to look down at his mate. “Yeah?”
“Mmhmm,” Jared hums. “Think you can too?”
“I think I can arrange that. Why? Got somethin’ in mind?”
Jared bites down on his bottom lip and nods. “Bein’ off the suppressants for a few days will trigger my heat,” he whispers, smiling shyly up at Jensen.
“We’ll take the whole week off,” Jensen purrs, churning his hips slightly, smirking at the soft moan that bubbles up from Jared’s throat. He dips his head, his lips hovering over Jared’s ear. “Gonna keep you right here, just like this, all week.”
Jared moans again, his cock twitching between their stomachs. “Gonna have’ta get rid’a the suppressants and the pheromones.”
“Later,” Jensen murmurs, still gently rocking his hips against Jared, “’m not done with you yet.” Jared groans and grabs both sides of his face, pulling him down into a breathtaking kiss.
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