Snapshots ficlet - Gasp
Title: Gasp
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean/Crowley
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #15, breath play
W/C: ~ 850
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Dean had no idea what he was getting himself into.
There was no way he could resist, honestly. Yeah, he was a hunter, strong, resilient, determined. But there was something about the demon…no, not just a demon anymore, the King of Hell…that Dean just could not walk away from.
Maybe it was all the responsibility he carried on his shoulders, and a desire to set down that weight for just a little while. Maybe it was the fact that Crowley’s accent and his smooth delivery of sarcasm had always gotten him just a little bit worked up. Whatever, it didn’t really matter now, because Dean had no desire to say no when he was called.
Not surprisingly, they were in a fancy room with a soft, comfortable bed. Dean was nude, as he always was when Crowley summoned him.
Sure, Dean and his brother had found ways to summon Crowley, but now Crowley had a way to summon Dean just as effectively. There were no spells or blood or incantations required for this. The only thing necessary was for Crowley to think that he wanted Dean there with him, and all of a sudden, there Dean was.
Even lying without the power to move a single muscle, Dean wasn’t complaining. Crowley always called him when his absence wouldn’t be noticed. It wouldn’t do either of them any good for Sam or Castiel or Bobby to find out about this.
Crowley was on top of him, crowding him, before Dean could even register what was happening. Not that he had any objection. There was a calm feeling that washed over him whenever he found himself there, regardless of the lack of control that came along with it. Or maybe because of that lack of control.
Nothing ever prepared him for the overwhelming need that crept up into his mind and took over his body when Dean found himself covered in Crowley, forced down onto his back and six of the seven times this had happened completely unable to move.
Crowley smirked, whispered into his ear, “Something new tonight, I think.”
Dean could do nothing but shiver helplessly, his eyes wide and his entire brain and body thrilled at the thought. He didn’t care what the something new was, because he already knew it would be mind-blowing, amazing and probably on the edge of terrifying.
As he felt Crowley’s mouth hovering over his achingly hard cock, he tried with all his might to buck up into it; useless, of course. He wasn’t moving unless Crowley wanted him to move, and clearly, he didn’t want Dean to move.
All of a sudden his dick was completely surrounded by the demon’s talented mouth and tongue, taken all the way in. No gag reflex for the King of Hell, that would never do. The only outlet Dean had was his own sounds of pleasure and desperation, moans of satisfaction, and it wasn’t much, but it was something.
Until it was nothing, because now he couldn’t even do that. Crowley’s mouth was still stuffed with Dean’s dick, but one of his hands had come up and gripped Dean by the throat, cutting off first the noise and then his breath. He couldn’t even struggle against it, bound by the powers keeping him still.
The pressure against his throat increased incrementally, first just making Dean even more turned on, then panicked, then he didn’t even know what, because it was all just too much. His senses were pinpointed on his cock, the sucking and licking and teasing, because for all that it was too much, it still wasn’t enough. And then he became aware of just how little oxygen was making its way into his lungs, and his vision started to white out around the edges.
Dizziness overcame him within minutes, though he fought to stay conscious, to believe that Crowley wasn’t actually wasn’t going to asphyxiate him to death right here and now. And then it was enough, because the sucking got harder, the demon hollowing his cheeks and putting as much pressure on Dean’s dick as he was on his throat.
Just as he was on the verge of fading out, he felt his balls growing tight, that familiar curl of heat in his spine and his belly, and Jesus fuck, how had not ever known that having an orgasm while you’re about to pass out from lack of air was the most amazing feeling ever in the history of anything?
It took him a minute to recover, his hands tingling and his eyes trying hard to come back into focus. When they did, the first thing Dean saw was Crowley’s smug grin, Crowley wiping his own mouth with the back of his hand, Crowley sitting up looking triumphant.
“Now wasn’t that nice, Dean?”
Dean couldn’t even respond, because his head was listing to one side and he was gasping for air.
“Yes, I thought so, too”, were the last words Dean heard before he passed out while Crowley ghosted his fingers over the bruises around his neck, making them disappear.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean/Crowley
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #15, breath play
W/C: ~ 850
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Dean had no idea what he was getting himself into.
There was no way he could resist, honestly. Yeah, he was a hunter, strong, resilient, determined. But there was something about the demon…no, not just a demon anymore, the King of Hell…that Dean just could not walk away from.
Maybe it was all the responsibility he carried on his shoulders, and a desire to set down that weight for just a little while. Maybe it was the fact that Crowley’s accent and his smooth delivery of sarcasm had always gotten him just a little bit worked up. Whatever, it didn’t really matter now, because Dean had no desire to say no when he was called.
Not surprisingly, they were in a fancy room with a soft, comfortable bed. Dean was nude, as he always was when Crowley summoned him.
Sure, Dean and his brother had found ways to summon Crowley, but now Crowley had a way to summon Dean just as effectively. There were no spells or blood or incantations required for this. The only thing necessary was for Crowley to think that he wanted Dean there with him, and all of a sudden, there Dean was.
Even lying without the power to move a single muscle, Dean wasn’t complaining. Crowley always called him when his absence wouldn’t be noticed. It wouldn’t do either of them any good for Sam or Castiel or Bobby to find out about this.
Crowley was on top of him, crowding him, before Dean could even register what was happening. Not that he had any objection. There was a calm feeling that washed over him whenever he found himself there, regardless of the lack of control that came along with it. Or maybe because of that lack of control.
Nothing ever prepared him for the overwhelming need that crept up into his mind and took over his body when Dean found himself covered in Crowley, forced down onto his back and six of the seven times this had happened completely unable to move.
Crowley smirked, whispered into his ear, “Something new tonight, I think.”
Dean could do nothing but shiver helplessly, his eyes wide and his entire brain and body thrilled at the thought. He didn’t care what the something new was, because he already knew it would be mind-blowing, amazing and probably on the edge of terrifying.
As he felt Crowley’s mouth hovering over his achingly hard cock, he tried with all his might to buck up into it; useless, of course. He wasn’t moving unless Crowley wanted him to move, and clearly, he didn’t want Dean to move.
All of a sudden his dick was completely surrounded by the demon’s talented mouth and tongue, taken all the way in. No gag reflex for the King of Hell, that would never do. The only outlet Dean had was his own sounds of pleasure and desperation, moans of satisfaction, and it wasn’t much, but it was something.
Until it was nothing, because now he couldn’t even do that. Crowley’s mouth was still stuffed with Dean’s dick, but one of his hands had come up and gripped Dean by the throat, cutting off first the noise and then his breath. He couldn’t even struggle against it, bound by the powers keeping him still.
The pressure against his throat increased incrementally, first just making Dean even more turned on, then panicked, then he didn’t even know what, because it was all just too much. His senses were pinpointed on his cock, the sucking and licking and teasing, because for all that it was too much, it still wasn’t enough. And then he became aware of just how little oxygen was making its way into his lungs, and his vision started to white out around the edges.
Dizziness overcame him within minutes, though he fought to stay conscious, to believe that Crowley wasn’t actually wasn’t going to asphyxiate him to death right here and now. And then it was enough, because the sucking got harder, the demon hollowing his cheeks and putting as much pressure on Dean’s dick as he was on his throat.
Just as he was on the verge of fading out, he felt his balls growing tight, that familiar curl of heat in his spine and his belly, and Jesus fuck, how had not ever known that having an orgasm while you’re about to pass out from lack of air was the most amazing feeling ever in the history of anything?
It took him a minute to recover, his hands tingling and his eyes trying hard to come back into focus. When they did, the first thing Dean saw was Crowley’s smug grin, Crowley wiping his own mouth with the back of his hand, Crowley sitting up looking triumphant.
“Now wasn’t that nice, Dean?”
Dean couldn’t even respond, because his head was listing to one side and he was gasping for air.
“Yes, I thought so, too”, were the last words Dean heard before he passed out while Crowley ghosted his fingers over the bruises around his neck, making them disappear.