Dean Winchester → Supernatural (pre-series) → OTAfollowtheordersJuly 8 2012, 01:15:41 UTC
1. aphrodisiacs
Dean is burning up. Dying. If he doesn't get his hands on a warm, willing body soon, he is going to lose it. That might be a tall order considering where he is, though. The case he was working tracking a witch with a nasty repertoire of spells and curses has taken him out to a wooded area just outside town. The witch got ganked good and proper, but not before she tossed a half formed spell at Dean.
Now, he is on the side of the road, leaning against the hood of his car, trying to calm his racing thoughts and heart long enough to drive somewhere. The part of him that's still rational is trying to convince him to stay where he is until whatever it is wears off, but the rest of him just wants.
2. orgasm controlGenerally, he doesn't let just anyone tie him down. There's a trust issue at work and most of the time, his better sense wins out. Tonight, though, he's horny and feeling a little invincible. At least, that's his excuse for why he's tied to a sturdy, wooden bed frame, hard as a rock and squirming anxiously
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Dean leans into the kiss, tongue thrusting past her lips to stroke against hers. When her body starts to move more eagerly, he groans against her lips and his hands smooth down her sides to grip her hips. He holds on tight, pulling her more against him while he hammers into her.
Heat of another kind is building between him. His desperation is so high, he doesn't even try to hold back. He's chasing the feeling, needing more and more and more.
A little panting gasp leaves her as she feels the heat melt through her, pooling in her stomach and fluttering through the rest of her. She clings harder, knowing she's only a few heartbeats away from completion, but wanting to draw it out nonetheless. He's hot and hard and filling her and her senses with need and pleasure...
Dean's panting breaths become faster and sharper. He rests his forehead against her shoulder a moment, then his head rolls back and he cries out when he comes. His hips keep going, never breaking that hard, fast pace. It feels like it goes on forever.
Her nails bite in his back as she shudders under him, her other hand clenching his hair as he keeps thrusting into her. "Yes, yes, please..."
She comes in a blaze, pleasure bursting out of her and being pushed into him, the beginning of a feedback loop that most fae had during orgasms. Of course, she didn't take into consideration at that moment that he wasn't fae, merely that he was her mating partner and pleasure had been achieved.
"Fuck!" That rush from her hits him like a truck. He gasps, breath leaving him in a whoosh. The intense rush of pleasure not his own washed through him, spurring him to keep moving, his body tensing and shuddering through the waves. Almost a second orgasm right on the heels of the first. He's gasping, moaning, pleading senselessly while he rides it out.
It takes her a moment to realize he's not sending the pleasure back - that he can't - and she pulls it back, bucking under him as she flows through another orgasm, clenching around him tightly and whispering words in a language much older than English in his ear.
Dean's body keeps moving for as long as it physically can. Eventually, he collapses against her, panting hard, skin slick with sweat. The painful burning feeling is gone, replaced now with a bone-deep sense of satisfaction. Okay... not the worst curse he's ever been hit with.
"No. Kind of knocked the wind out of me, though. What was that?" He finally pushes himself up onto his elbows to look down at her. Maybe he was crazy... she might not be a fairy. Which, of course, means he just jumped some strange woman walking around the woods at night. That definitely might be one of the weirder things he's done. "And who are you?"
"Um, pleasure loop. Sorry, about that. Can't really do it with many humans." She kept her legs wound lazily about him, propping up on her elbows as she looked up at him with a satisfied grin. "Jinx. And you are?"
"I'm Dean." He blinks down at her when she says 'most humans'. "So I'm not crazy? You're not human?" Which, really should bug him more, but he's still too buzzed to get worked up about it.
"Not even half. But I've lived among them for way longer than I've lived with the fae." A finger idly traces a bead of sweat down his chest. "You're all much more fun. And there aren't any cars in Underhill. Or any tech, for that matter."
"Huh." There is nothing much he can say to that while he's standing there with his wilted cock still inside her. Probably should move, but he's having a hard time making himself do it yet. "No cars? Well, I can definitely see why you'd prefer humans, then. I don't go anywhere without my car."
She smiled at that, laying back flat on the hood and tugging him down with her. "Mm, I can see why. 1967 Chevrolet Impala. Gorgeous machine. You keep her up to speed yourself?"
Dean is burning up. Dying. If he doesn't get his hands on a warm, willing body soon, he is going to lose it. That might be a tall order considering where he is, though. The case he was working tracking a witch with a nasty repertoire of spells and curses has taken him out to a wooded area just outside town. The witch got ganked good and proper, but not before she tossed a half formed spell at Dean.
Now, he is on the side of the road, leaning against the hood of his car, trying to calm his racing thoughts and heart long enough to drive somewhere. The part of him that's still rational is trying to convince him to stay where he is until whatever it is wears off, but the rest of him just wants.
2. orgasm controlGenerally, he doesn't let just anyone tie him down. There's a trust issue at work and most of the time, his better sense wins out. Tonight, though, he's horny and feeling a little invincible. At least, that's his excuse for why he's tied to a sturdy, wooden bed frame, hard as a rock and squirming anxiously ( ... )
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Heat of another kind is building between him. His desperation is so high, he doesn't even try to hold back. He's chasing the feeling, needing more and more and more.
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She comes in a blaze, pleasure bursting out of her and being pushed into him, the beginning of a feedback loop that most fae had during orgasms. Of course, she didn't take into consideration at that moment that he wasn't fae, merely that he was her mating partner and pleasure had been achieved.
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Possibly the weirdest.
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