#785 - The Mid-Fuck Meme
MIDFUCK MEME
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♋ Respond to other character(s) with your own as if you are right in the middle of having sex. How did it happen? Who started it? Who is topping who? All that matters is they are in the middle of ( Read more... )
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♋ Respond to other character(s) with your own as if you are right in the middle of having sex. How did it happen? Who started it? Who is topping who? All that matters is they are in the middle of ( Read more... )
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He's pretty sure the plans that he'd shoved away so carelessly to the ground ripped on the way as he pushed him down, but... come on. This wasn't the real issue here.] Cas --
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And then he makes the mistake of meeting Dean's gaze, and fuck, what was he gonna say? His eyes are dark, clouded with lust and that edge that never fails to stop whatever smart ass comment he'd been about to make dead in its tracks.
Okay, almost never fails. Cas is stubborn too.
Right now though, it succeeds in replacing any fleeting thoughts of objection to their location, replacing them with an irresistible urge to slide his hands up, dig fingers into the meat of his shoulders. Which he does, lifting his hips to meet Dean's as they roll forward again.]
Fuck--
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He nipped at the risen, flush skin of his chest, mouthing over a nipple, feeling it's firmness... probably sore now from all the attention he'd lavished upon it, but... hnn, he didn't care.
His fingers pressed against lower back, pushing Cas to him as he thrust again, deeper, wanting more than what he was getting, always.. that white space inside his mind, a calmness he hasn't felt in... so long...]
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There's a low whine as Dean's mouth slides over his nipple, and yeah, it is sore, thank you very much... But fuck if he doesn't love it, fuck if it doesn't make his dick twitch where it's trapped between their bodies. He groans hotly, one of his hands moving up to brush fingers through Dean's hair, blunt nails scraping at his scalp.
Cas thinks he might like them best like this, rough and impulsive and it's so hot, the way Dean's hands at his back pull him closer as his hips snap forward... He bites his lip, arches his back into the way Dean's thrusts become deeper, the way his body seems to be searching for something Cas isn't quite sure he can give.
Not that it stops him from trying.]
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There's nothing that sounds better in this crazy fucked up shell of a world he has left. Nothing else gives him a greater grounding anymore...]
Need to cum... [he means him, too. Finally brushing his fingers across his hardness, curling them in to squeeze as Cas arches.]
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Hearing Dean's voice like this, low and coarse with sex tugging and exaggerating that slight drawl... There's nothing like it, and it sends a rolling wave of heat to his groin where it uncurls, spreads along his nerves and makes his toes curl. Oh, he's nearly done, alright...]
No one's- Hn... fuck- No one's stopping you- Oh-- Dean...
[Snarky to the last, but it's breathless, interrupted by another flash of pleasure- If Dean's voice and the angle of his hips weren't doing it, the fingers curling and squeezing at his cock certainly are; he's so close, breath coming in hot gasps against the side of Dean's neck. His hands glide down Dean's back, lower, fitting over the curve of his ass and squeezing, yanking Dean's body ( ... )
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He stilled inside him, hips barely spasming as he impends his own, near-orgasm, breathy pants leaving his lips as he arches, kissing him again.
His hand cradles Cas' face almost gently, careful. It could even look tender to an observer.. who could look past the dirty rutting they had been doing, the position they were in and where --] Cas... yeah. Uhn - fuck!
[he bucked, hard and swift and felt the surge of heat rush through him. He came in thick, headiness inside of him at long last. His shoulders squared and his neck threw back slightly, chin jutting. He could taste sweat on his upper lip, blood in his mouth from biting it and groaned as wave upon wave of intense, drawn pleasure released him...]
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[His hips jerk forward, straining into Dean's hand, into the way the ring of his fingers is pumping slowly, a loose, teasing pace, and he bites down on his lip to keep from uttering anything that might constitute begging.
Dean's hips still just as he's arching forward, and it's maddening, truly... At least until Dean's ducking forward, pressing their lips together. His lips are soft, tender and hot, and Cas hums softly into the kiss, arms hooking behind his shoulders in a way that's almost contradictory to the position they're in. He doesn't give a single fuck about that. Dean breaks the kiss, and the way he huffs out Cas's name, breathy and low as his hips jerk forward hard... It's enough to send Cas over the edge ( ... )
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