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Being here long enough one learns the ins and outs of how this weird, fucked up place works. The people it brings in and the people it takes away just as keenly, as if they were never here in the first place. Just like hearing about Sam being in this place yet he'd never run into him. Ran into all sorts of people in a large place like this, and

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Dean damn near groaned at the suggestion, hanging his head slightly to keep his own slight flush hidden. He really shouldn't have found the idea so damn arousing. "You're right. I doubt the hotel would let us go if it was just one of us." Otherwise only one of them would feel the pain when separated, not both. This really was a shitty situation all around, wasn't? If he were honest with himself, which he rarely was, he wouldn't have minded sacking the teen if the circumstances were normal. Not that anything was normal in this cursed place.

"If it means anything, I'm sorry it had to be like this," Dean said quietly as he reached out and hooked his fingers into the teen's boxers, for the moment ignoring the slight tent in them. "Remember to keep touching me," he reminded the teen. He remembered what it was like to be that young, when practically anything got him hard. He tugged them down slowly, over slender hips and down his legs, pulling them off. Dean opted to leave the kid's shirt on, to give him at least that much comfort, so he wouldn't have to be completely naked. Then after a shaky moment, he pushed his own pajama pants down, himself half hard, he had been for awhile now though he'd been intent on just ignoring it.

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"It's not your fault, you don't have to apologize. You always blame yourself for things that aren't your fault." There was a weight there, talking about more than just right here, right now. And then Ben was sucking it a shivering breath, because Dean's hands were in the waist of his boxers, and it was suddenly very difficult to think of anything else. There was breathless agreement as Dean told him not to stop touching him- as if that was really a concern- and then the older hunter was sliding Ben's boxers down off his hips and down his legs, leaving him half-naked and his breath stuttered. Awkward situation or not, this was still hot.

Ben couldn't help looking as Dean pulled his pajama pants down, couldn't help the way his eyes darted to the man's half-erect length. When clothes were coming off it was harder to pretend that he wasn't interested. One hand sliding against Dean's side, over ribs and the muscle of his chest, trying to distract himself from outright oogling. It didn't really work.

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A strange look passed over his face at the comment but he chose to ignore it. It'd already sort of been established that the kid knew him somehow, maybe they were from a future timeline and Ben had known him then. Whatever the case, he pushed it out of his head. His own breath stilted slightly at the touch against his side and he looked down to find the boy's hand moving over him, and he let him. Didn't push or brush it away. It shouldn't be so arousing, the look on Ben's face in that moment.

So, he figured they'd start out simple. No outright sex unless this didn't work. Shifting closer, Dean reached down to gingerly spread the boy's legs wider so he could move in between them. His breath hitched as he lined himself up and rocked down against the teen, rubbing their half-hard cocks together before reaching down and wrapping his hand around them both, stroking once or twice, pausing to let the teen get used to the sensation, himself letting out a quiet moan.

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Ben gasped as Dean parted his legs, the older man pressing in between his thighs. He moaned softly as Dean lined up their cocks, rocked down against him. It flashed heat through him, made him tremble, arching his hips up into the friction. Dean's hand wrapping around them both, stroking, and Ben's eyes fluttered, his head tipping back with a low groan as his hands clutched in the hunter's shirt. Pleasure intense and so very good and his cock was aching under the grasp of the hunter's fingers, the way it felt to have their erections pressed together.

Ben was flushed, his eyes bright, but now it was more arousal than that faint embarrassment. His hands uncurling from his tee-shirt, slowly palming down the older man's chest instead. Not sure if this was strictly allowed, but he wanted to, wanted to steal at least a little more than just what the hotel was forcing them into. His eyes looking to Dean, pink lips parted as he panted for heated breath, trying to decide if this was okay.

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The teen's responses were more arousing than he thought they'd be and he enjoyed the way Ben moved beneath him, arching up against him. It made him pant and lowering his head he nipped along the slender column of his neck, nosing just under his chin. He could feel the light touches to his chest, uncertain and unsure, and he wanted Ben to enjoy this as much as either of them could given the circumstances. Pulling back a little, he looked down at the teen as his hand slowly began to move, stroking up and down rhythmically, unable to help the push of his hips as he rocked into it.

"You can touch me," Dean panted out, licking his lips. "Wherever you want, it's okay." It felt good, as well, feeling those hands on him even just over his shirt like this.

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Ben moaned at the feeling of Dean's teeth nipping up along his neck, his head tilting back to give the older man more room, more access to skin. He liked that, liked that a lot. There was a low groan as Dean's hand started moving as his lips pulled back, leaving Ben's skin tingling, his hips moving into the friction, the way that tight ring of fingers stroked over both of their erections. His body shifting, pressing into it, low moans on his lips. It had been quite a while since anyone had touched him, and it was Dean, and that made him shake, fluttering eyelashes as he unevenly jerked hips into the heat of fingers, and the feel of friction.

That permission drew a curving smile to his lips as he looked up at Dean. A nod of understanding as his hands slipped up under the hem of Dean's shirt, just touching skin for a moment as he took in the feeling. And then his hands were palming up the man's body, shifting in closer, desire a bright spark in green eyes as he watched him. Ben's fingers splayed against Dean's chest, tracing muscles and scars as noises of pleasure stumbled from the teen's lips.

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"Yeah, that's it," he murmured quietly. "Just feel it." His eyes, green and dark, pupils blown, tracked over every expression the boy made. The flutter of his eyes; lashes against his cheeks which were flushed with pleasure and embarrassment, he was sure to the quick rise and fall of his chest with each pant of breath he let out and took in. They tracked further down to the pump of the teen's hips as he rocked up into the tight curl of his hand, the head of his cock peeking through the ring of his fingers with every thrust. A friction he could feel against his own hardness that had him moaning and panting unrestrained.

Flicking his eyes back up he watched the way Ben touched him, eager strokes of his fingers against his skin beneath his shirt and there was no mistaking the want in the teen's eyes -- he'd seen it often enough to know. Lowering his head, Dean pressed his mouth softly to Ben's, a slant of his lips as he kissed the teen slowly though in contrast his hand sped up, fingers curling tighter as he stroked, unable to keep his own hips still as he thrust into it.

[noturvessel]

It was easy to forget why they were doing this, to just focus on the warmth of Dean's skin under his hands, the way their cocks slid together in Dean's hand. Maybe it was better like this, anyway, getting lost in it. It was so overwhelming, but good, moans and gasps he couldn't even think to try and hide as his hips moved to the rhythm of Dean's fingers, the way their lengths slid together like this, and fuck, it felt amazing. He'd never done this like this before, and his head was spinning with desire, his hands sliding over skin, coming up to cling to Dean's shoulders.

Dean's words were heated and encouraging, and Ben's attempt at agreement came out as just another moan spilling helplessly from pink lips. He gasped in surprise, though it was muffled between their mouths as Dean kissed him. It was soft and Ben pressed into it, the warmth, the softer pleasure. His hands sliding down to slip around Dean's body, fingers slipping against his spine. That hand stroking over them tightening, moving faster and whines of want were lost against the older man's lips as his hips rocked into it. Didn't know how much more of this he could take, embarassing as that thought was. It was so good he was already on edge.

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"Fuck," he breathed out softly against Ben's warm lips, the rhythm of his hips picking up and in response he dragged his hand quicker over them, thumb sliding up over the leaking slit of Ben's cock, pressing in and rubbing teasingly before continuing to quickly stroke them. It felt good, too good even despite it having been awhile for Dean himself. The raw pleasure that flickered over the teen's face was stunning and leaning in he kissed Ben again, tongue diving into the boy's mouth, licking into it and deepening it in the same moment.

His back arched slightly into the fingers against his back, finding the sensitive spot there that had him gasping into the kiss and his hips stuttering, jerking hard and fast for a moment before they regained their rhythm. "Jesus, Ben," he breathed out, sounding breathless from the sudden surge of pleasure it had caused him.

[noturvessel]

It was hot and delicious and he wanted this, his own hips jerking faster to match Dean's pace, stuttering as the man's thumb was slipping over the tip of his cock. "Dean," the older hunter's name whispered on a low whine of pleasure, needy and close, pupils dilated as he tipped his head to look up at him. He was hot with lust, desire, hands trying to tug Dean that much closer as they touched over skin. Then they were kissing again, and Ben met him, kissing back, his tongue sliding against the older man's. Ben wasn't as good at this as Dean, didn't have a few lays in every town he went through, but he did his best, countered experience with enthusiasm, with raw desire. The way his name sounded on Dean's mouth almost had him lose it right there.

One hand trailed all the way down Dean's spine, traced around his waist, over a hipbone, pressing against his stomach. Light touches as they shifted to drag against the tip of Dean's cock, wanting to touch, to feel, be involved, not just Dean getting them both off. Fingertips soft against Dean's pumping fingers, making sure to not get in his way, but he was greedy when it came to touching Dean. He bit his bottom lip with a whine, trying not to lose it jut yet because he liked this.

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Fuck that was hot, Dean nearly losing it at the sound of his name, the soft breathy whine of pleasure that accompanied it and he couldn't help but fuck faster into his hand, grip tightening a little more, fingers flexing around them as his hand sped up as well. He could tell that Ben wasn't as experienced as he was with any of this and really, he shouldn't find that so damn hot. His enthusiasm at which he met everything Dean gave him more than made up for it.

Feeling those slender fingers moving along his skin and over his aching cock made him gasp and jerk forward, a low moan escaping him moments later. Letting go of them both briefly, Dean grabbed Ben's hand and guided it to his own cock, breathing out a soft, breathy, "Touch me." Against his lips, wrapping the teen's fingers around him and stroking upward in guidance, then let go to take the boy's own cock in hand once again. This time he did speed up, fisting the teen's cock with fast, sure strokes.

[noturvessel]

There was a breathy gasp of protest initially when Dean's hand slid away from their aching erections. But then Dean was grabbing Ben's hand, guiding it to the older man's length, and he moaned as he curled his fingers around the girth of his cock. He let Dean guide his hand at first, shaking from the heated way it sounded when the man told him to touch him. Fuck, as if he needed encouragement, really. Ben stroking over Dean's cock eagerly, a little uncertain at first, making a tight ring of his fingers, stroking and touching. His strokes weren't quite as smooth and sure and certain, but he was more than competent, had done this a few times, even if it had been a while.

He leaned up, pressing his lips to Dean's with a moan, nipping at the man's lip. He liked kissing, liked touching, liked Dean against him, hard in his hand. It was pressing him toward the edge, though Ben was trying to draw it out, even as his body refused to listen, thrusting wantonly up into Dean's fingers. He dragged his thumb against the tip, brushing through wet fluid. It messed up the rhythm of his hand, but he quickly got it back. He just wanted to touch more, wanted him, weird as that was.

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"Fuck, yeah, that feels good," Dean panted out, eyes locked on Ben's hand around him as he stroked him, the push of his hips sliding his cock through the curl of the teen's fingers and he couldn't help but moan at the sight, the pleasure he felt curling inside of him, white hot and burning. He kept the fast pace of his own hand steady, thumb rubbing into the tip with every upward pass, pausing now and again to simply tease the spot before resuming his strokes.

Dean swallowed the soft moan with the kiss, teeth teasing as well, tongue sweeping out against the teen's teeth, feeling the little nibbles and the way it sent little shocks through him. He wasn't sure how long he'd last like this, it was almost too good. Lowering his head, Dean pressed his mouth to Ben's neck, pressing warm kisses to the skin and moaning against it, panting heavily as his hips sped up, back arching with his movement. "God, so good. Feels so good," he murmured as he lifted his head to nibble at the teen's neck, just below his ear. "Can't wait to see you come."

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Ben liked how vocal the older man was now, that refrain of feels good making him more confident, more sure as he quickened the speed of his hand, fingers tightening as he kissed him. Their lips pressing together, Ben nipping at lips, Dean's tongue, soft, never enough to hurt, soothing with licks of his own tongue. Dean's teeth nipping too, and he leaned into it, liked the way it felt. He wanted more of this, he realized, somewhere under the pleasure, wanted to be able to touch Dean when it wasn't to feed the hotel's demands. He'd worry about that later.

For now, the pleasure was too much, too demanding to really think of anything else. Dean pulling away from the kiss and instead pressing kisses to his neck, moaning and breathing hot encouragement. Ben shifting the angle of his fingers a little, trying to get Dean closer, as close as he was. And then teeth we're nibbling at his neck, words breathed just below his ear, and Ben was gone. Dean might as well demanded it, those words far too hot for him to hold back. A sharp cry of pleasure, his head falling back, a snap of his hips as he wrapped his free hand arround Dean's shoulders as he came.

"Oh fuck, Dean, I--"

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"God, yeah, that's it Ben," Dean panted out, moaning at the sight of the teen coming undone beneath him. "Come for me, you look so hot like this." He worked Ben through his orgasm, his own not far behind as he thrust fast and hard into the teen's hand, hips stuttering as the pleasure exploded inside of him. A low, long moan escaped him as his hips pumped his release, coating both their hands slick and wet, the pleasure blinding in it's intensity, leaving him nearly breathless.

His lips brushed over Ben's as he panted, shaking and hips jerkily thrusting. "Fuck, so good, Ben," he moaned out softly against the boy's lips, breathing soft puffs of air against them, "God, Ben." Gingerly he rest his forehead against the teen's as he tried to catch his breath, tilting slightly as he nosed gently against the boy's face affectionately. His hand and hips slowly came to a stop and stroking once, twice more he pulled his hand away to wipe it off on the sheets beneath him, cleaning it off before reaching up to gently stroke over Ben's flushed cheek, then to push back his damp hair from his face, the gesture entirely tender.

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He was shaking as he came, his hips stuttering, eyes closing tight as Dean told him to come for me. Fuck. As if he hadn't had dreams of Dean before, this was more than just fuel for the fire. Dean thrusting into his hand, and Ben tried to work Dean through his orgasm, but it was rhythmless, all he could do to keep his fingers moving as he pressed in against Dean, shattering cries of Dean on his lips. And then the older hunter was following after him, fluid coating both of their hands.

"Dean, God, fuck, Dean..." All but breathless, panting around murmured curses and blasphemies. He leaned in, their faces pressing together, nuzzling into the older man because he couldn't help himself. And with the way that Dean nosed in against him almost affectionately, maybe, just maybe he wasn't the only one. Fingers stroking against his face, brushing his hair back and Ben leaned into the touch, a soft kiss against fingertips.