Re: Filled: Time's Up Pt. 2/2 Jared/JensenriykuJuly 10 2011, 09:20:52 UTC
The thought gets wiped out of his head quickly enough. Jared knees in front of him, makes quick business of his pants and swallows Jensen’s cock down, all the way to the base, his mouth hot and tongue swirling. Jensen’s hard in an instant, the sudden change in blood flow leaving him breathless and dizzy. He grips the seat of the chair and opens his legs further, fucking into Jared’s mouth with tiny thrusts. “Your mouth,” he pants.
Jared pulls off. “That’s my boy,” he says, almost a purr. He pries two fingers between Jensen’s lips, and Jensen sucks them down. They’re slick, slippery, taste like lube, and Jensen gets impossibly harder.
Grabbing a handful of hair at the base of Jared’s neck, Jensen urges him upward. He kisses Jared like he’s dying for it, all soft moans and shared breath. His fingers trace Jared’s spine at the small of his back and move lower, sliding down the crack of his ass and teasing his hole.
Jared’s slick, wet, opened up. In a flash, Jensen wants to take back the last twenty minutes, wishes like hell he could have seen it. He pictures Jared on their bed, legs splayed and cock leaking as he worked his fingers inside.
Heat reverberates through Jensen’s body, his balls pulling up tight, hips stabbing forward and he grabs his cock, squeezing at the base. He’s close. So close.
Jared chuckles. “Patience,” he says, straddling Jensen’s legs.
“Like you’re one to lecture me on patience,” Jensen shoots back. He tips forward, kissing Jared’s stomach, the muscles contracting beneath his mouth.
Jared lines them up and lowers himself slowly onto Jensen’s cock, pausing when Jensen is only a couple of inches inside. “You shouldn’t complain.”
“I’m not complaining. Trust me,” Jensen says through gritted teeth, fighting the need to thrust upward. He feels Jared relax, open up around him, hot and tight and fucking incredible.
Jared starts to rock, slow circles to start, his breath hitching in his chest and his arms wrapped loosely around Jensen’s neck. Jensen palms Jared’s thighs, feels the shift of muscles as Jared moves faster. Sweat pulls at the hollow of Jared’s throat, and Jensen laps at it, works his way up the column of Jared’s neck and licks into his mouth.
The pressure is building again, Jared angles his hips just so and fucks down hard, their legs coming together in stinging slaps. The slip and drag of Jared’s cock trapped between them sends fire exploding in Jensen’s veins, and he thrusts up, keeping with Jared’s quickening rhythm. Jared digs his nails into Jensen’s shoulders, shudders and clenches around him, and Jensen comes, legs shaking and his head thrown back.
Dazed and fucked out, Jensen rests his forehead against Jared’s chest. Jared’s still hard, cock wet and leaking precome. With a shaking hand, Jensen wraps his fingers around him. Jared knocks it away, and stands up with a wince that they both feel.
“Do I have your attention now?” Jared asks. He pulls Jensen to his feet and starts tugging him toward their bedroom.
Re: Filled: Time's Up Pt. 2/2 Jared/Jensencherie_morteJuly 10 2011, 16:37:29 UTC
Mmmmmm, straddling yesssss. And professor Jensen--be still my vagina.
I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE IMAGE OF JARED OPENING HIMSELF UP WITH THOSE FUCKING GLORIOUS FINGERS OUT OF MY HEAD. JFC, THANK YOU, THAT WAS DELICIOUS.
Nomnomnom. Thanks so much for this fill! I loved it!
Re: Filled: Time's Up Pt. 2/2 Jared/JensentransfixeddreamJuly 10 2011, 17:57:48 UTC
Ohhhhh my god. This is just DELIGHTFUL. I'm pretty sure I was already gone at this: Jared tilts Jensen’s head back with two fingers beneath his chin and kisses him, a small tease of tongue against Jensen’s lips. “I can be generous,” Jared says. “I’ll give you ten.”
Jared pulls off. “That’s my boy,” he says, almost a purr. He pries two fingers between Jensen’s lips, and Jensen sucks them down. They’re slick, slippery, taste like lube, and Jensen gets impossibly harder.
Grabbing a handful of hair at the base of Jared’s neck, Jensen urges him upward. He kisses Jared like he’s dying for it, all soft moans and shared breath. His fingers trace Jared’s spine at the small of his back and move lower, sliding down the crack of his ass and teasing his hole.
Jared’s slick, wet, opened up. In a flash, Jensen wants to take back the last twenty minutes, wishes like hell he could have seen it. He pictures Jared on their bed, legs splayed and cock leaking as he worked his fingers inside.
Heat reverberates through Jensen’s body, his balls pulling up tight, hips stabbing forward and he grabs his cock, squeezing at the base. He’s close. So close.
Jared chuckles. “Patience,” he says, straddling Jensen’s legs.
“Like you’re one to lecture me on patience,” Jensen shoots back. He tips forward, kissing Jared’s stomach, the muscles contracting beneath his mouth.
Jared lines them up and lowers himself slowly onto Jensen’s cock, pausing when Jensen is only a couple of inches inside. “You shouldn’t complain.”
“I’m not complaining. Trust me,” Jensen says through gritted teeth, fighting the need to thrust upward. He feels Jared relax, open up around him, hot and tight and fucking incredible.
Jared starts to rock, slow circles to start, his breath hitching in his chest and his arms wrapped loosely around Jensen’s neck. Jensen palms Jared’s thighs, feels the shift of muscles as Jared moves faster. Sweat pulls at the hollow of Jared’s throat, and Jensen laps at it, works his way up the column of Jared’s neck and licks into his mouth.
The pressure is building again, Jared angles his hips just so and fucks down hard, their legs coming together in stinging slaps. The slip and drag of Jared’s cock trapped between them sends fire exploding in Jensen’s veins, and he thrusts up, keeping with Jared’s quickening rhythm. Jared digs his nails into Jensen’s shoulders, shudders and clenches around him, and Jensen comes, legs shaking and his head thrown back.
Dazed and fucked out, Jensen rests his forehead against Jared’s chest. Jared’s still hard, cock wet and leaking precome. With a shaking hand, Jensen wraps his fingers around him. Jared knocks it away, and stands up with a wince that they both feel.
“Do I have your attention now?” Jared asks. He pulls Jensen to his feet and starts tugging him toward their bedroom.
“You could say that.”
“Good. Now it’s my turn.”
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I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE IMAGE OF JARED OPENING HIMSELF UP WITH THOSE FUCKING GLORIOUS FINGERS OUT OF MY HEAD. JFC, THANK YOU, THAT WAS DELICIOUS.
Nomnomnom. Thanks so much for this fill! I loved it!
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Those fingers + that wingspan = LIMITLESS POSSIBILITIES.
Professor Jensen in glasses. My self-indulgent kinks. Let me show you them.
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