Happy Saturday everybody! Time for another round of Free For All. Prompt as ye will for Fandom, Pairing, and Prompt!
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Example: RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, breakfast in bedFor crossovers, use
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There was always a chance breakfast in bed would lead to the sheets needing to be change, which is kind of why Steve decided to spoil Christian this morning in the first place.
Because the sheets already needed changing, because Stevie’s spending the week in Oklahoma and last night involved a whole lot of lube, come and not once did either of them have to whisper ‘shhh’.
The sheets might be beyond laundry.
And that’s before Chris decides to eat his pancake from Steve’s chest using his tongue to get the last of the maple syrup from his navel. Steve figuring out cinnamon and Chris’ cock are damn near an opiate came right before Chris took the left over chocolate chips to Steve’s nipples.
Butter works as lube when it’s really just an extension of the night before.
Chris seems determine to make sure neither of them can walk right for the entire week that Stevie’s gone and Steve is the one making sure he has all the creative inspiration to accomplish his mission.
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"Abby?" He blushed scarlet. "Hey, sorry."
"Sam!" Dean shouted from the bed. "What the hell, man?"
"Sorry, sorry! I didn't know. Hey, Abs, haven't seen you since D.C." Sam quickly jumped to his feet and pulled Abby up.
"Sam Winchester!" Abby scolded, punching him on the arm. "You have to wait your turn. I only brought one pair of handcuffs. My favorites." She slid her hand slowly along Dean's chest and up his arm.
Sam licked his lips. "Never thought Dean'd look so good in fuzzy pink handcuffs."
"Oooh." Abby's eyes twinkled. "What do you say, boys? Up for a threesome?"
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Nope, two pair doesn't matter at all. *grin*
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"Like that, hmm?" A hand smooths up his spine until it tangles with his long hair. "Such a fucking slut."
"God, please!"
He only gets a yank from the hand in his hair and the deep thrust against that spot that makes him scream unintelligibly.
"J-J-J-J-"
"Shh, sweetheart." He barely registers his body being moved, his hot face against the sheets as his legs are stretched and the angle changes, until there's boiling lava in his veins. "Feels so good, huh? Tell me."
"G-g-good... oh, shit," Taylor moans.
Behind him Jensen lets out another chuckle and swirls his hips. "Slut."
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