CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PEOPLE Prompt Post // May 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 ( Read more... )
Jared smirks at the heat he can no doubt see in Jensen’s gaze and slides his hands around, big hands framing his cock and sac, his lips parting slightly as he lets out one of the filthiest moans Jensen has ever heard. Jared’s fingers barely rub at his balls, his legs spread shoulder-width apart, the flush of arousal creeping down his chest and burning across his cheeks. As much as Jensen likes seeing him in those amazing freaking briefs, he likes seeing Jared out of them even more.
“All the way, baby,” he murmurs. Jared licks his lips, biting down on the bottom one as he slowly - very slowly - pushes his underwear down, his thick, hard cock slapping against his abs, leaving behind a silvery streak of pre-come. “That’s it, sweetheart,” Jensen praises, free hand kneading at his own trapped cock slightly as he continues to film Jared. “Now, turn around for me, lemme see that perfect little ass.”
Jared does as he’s told, turning his back to Jensen, standing tall and relaxed, drunk enough that he’s not bothered or embarrassed by being filmed like this. Sure, they’ve done this a few times but it’s always been at home and never like this; Jared putting himself on display so blatantly for Jensen, for Jensen’s camera. Jensen can’t help but wonder just how far Jared will let him push this.
“So sexy, baby,” Jensen murmurs. Jared shifts his legs apart just slightly more and turns his head, looking at Jensen over his shoulder, part begging, part daring.
Jensen jerks his chin toward the table. “You know where the lube is, get it,” he commands, soft but firm. Jared opens the drawer and pulls out the bottle they leave here - they don’t screw around on set often but those times that they just can’t help themselves, they’ve learned to leave lube here, just in case.
Jensen slowly circles around Jared, filming his own hand sliding over broad shoulders, down the length of Jared’s back, around his waist, fingers brushing the underside of his cock. “Turn around and lean over the table, finger yourself open for me.”
“Jensen,” Jared moans, soft and breathy as he turns toward the table, laying his long frame across it, his chest pressing against the wood. Jensen can’t resist sliding his hand down the slope of Jared’s back, down over one cheek of his perfect ass. Jared moans again and pushes into the touch, going up on his toes to try to push harder against the light brush of Jensen’s fingers.
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Jensen holds the camera as still as possible while he undresses himself with one hand, unable to stop himself from stroking his cock once he’s naked, smearing pre-come down his shaft, loosely fisting himself, not nearly ready to get off, just needing to take the edge off a bit.
Jared arches his back slightly, working his fingers in deeper. Jensen reaches out with his free hand, taking over pulling one cheek of Jared’s ass aside, giving his poor boyfriend a bit of a break. Jared mewls and tilts his ass up, fingers twisting and spreading, pushing in deep.
“Jen,” Jared half-whispers, turning his head just enough to look back at Jensen. “’m ready. Please? Need it, need you.”
Who the hell is Jensen to resist that?
Jensen leans down and presses a kiss to the small of Jared’s back, reaching over to gently pull his fingers away from himself. Jared whines, twisting his hips, bucking back against nothing, muttering “c’mon” over and over. Jensen grabs the base of his own cock and pushes just the head into Jared’s hole, his jaw clenching at the still tight, clenching heat.
“God, baby,” Jensen groans, rubbing one hand up and down Jared’s back. “So good.”
Jared goes pliant and loose beneath him, laid out across the table like a sacrificial offering and Jensen can’t wait any longer. He pushes completely inside, not stopping until he’s buried to the hilt, his camera catching the entire long, slow slide. He grabs Jared’s hip in one hand - he may love capturing this on camera but he misses having the use of both hands - and Jared sighs softly, head turned to the side, eyes closed, cheek resting on the table.
“Please,” he whispers.
That’s all Jensen needs.
He sets a steady, even rhythm off the bat, so many years with Jared leaving him with the knowledge and skill to know exactly what Jared needs and how. A few thrusts and he hits Jared’s sweet spot, Jared’s hips jerking, his fingers clawing at the table as he cries out. They’re both still too drunk for this to last long but that’s okay, there will be plenty of time once they get home - Jared is an insatiable drunk; they’ll spend the entire night fucking.
Jared nearly screams when he comes without a hand on him, just Jensen’s cock pounding against his prostate. Jensen follows shortly after, trembling as he collapses against Jared’s sweat-slick back, camera still loosely held in one hand. He kisses Jared’s shoulder, the only place he can reach at the moment, and closes his eyes, giving himself a moment to let the room stop spinning.
He films himself pulling out carefully, a trickle of come leaking from Jared’s fucked-out and sloppy hole and captures one last kiss before pressing the stop button. He sets the camera aside and helps Jared up, both of them collapsing in a heap of tangled limbs on the couch. Jared’s curled up against his side, nuzzling lazily under his jaw and Jensen’s already thinking about how hot it’ll be to watch the video together with Jared, probably later tonight.
He’s also still drunk enough to consider posting it to Facebook as well. That’ll definitely give the fans something to talk about.
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