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[iustiviri]

Being here long enough one learns the ins and outs of how this weird, fucked up place works. The people it brings in and the people it takes away just as keenly, as if they were never here in the first place. Just like hearing about Sam being in this place yet he'd never run into him. Ran into all sorts of people in a large place like this, and

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[iustiviri]

He knew better than to get too close to people, especially in this place that takes people away just as swiftly as they'd brought them. And he didn't want to get attached to the kid only to have him disappear one day. Though he had a feeling that ship sailed years ago. Dean tried to put it to the back of his head for now and focus on the task at hand which was making dinner. "Damn right they are

[noturvessel]

Ben was processing all of this, trying to figure out what to do. He sighed slowly, reaching up, letting the hand that wasn't clutching to Dean's softly trail over the line of his shoulder. Because Dean was quite frankly entirely wrong. Okay, so he'd never imagined being forced into it by a creepy hotel. But, sex with Dean? More than once. A lot more than once, actually. He's blushing, his face heated, looking at Dean wide-eyed and uncertain because he likes the idea of touching. He's just not sure what Dean thinks about that, and so he's trying not to entirely give himself away.

He swallowed, trying to find something to say. Words were so difficult once the word sex was being tossed around. "I don't think we can keep touching forever, so.. Whatever you think will work." That didn't sound too eager, did it? Truthfully, he didn't like the situation. If he was going to do something with Dean, he'd have much preferred it was uncoerced, something where he could have been sure that Dean wanted him

[iustiviri]

The light touch didn't go unnoticed though at the moment he wasn't sure what to make of it, despite how nice and distracting it was. The blush on the boy's face is actually kind of endearing, but he nodded anyway. "Okay," he said as he gently glided his hand up and down Ben's back, then pulled it away so he could slowly ease the boy onto his back on the mattress. At least they were already on a bed, heh.

"We'll start out small, see if it works." He doubted it would be that easy, but he couldn't help but hope for it. "What would you like?" Dean asked, leaving the decision up to Ben. He was already being forced into this, he didn't want to take all of the teen's control away from him. He wasn't that cruel, could never be that mean to someone, let alone someone as young as Ben.

"My mouth? My hand? Something else?"

[noturvessel]

He leaned into Dean's hand against his back before it pulled away, bodies still touching at the older hunter gently shifted Ben onto his back on the bed. His heart was pounding, his lips slightly parted as he looked wide-eyed up at Dean. He nodded in soft agreement to the statement about starting small, and then Dean was asking what he'd like. And that felt like a rigged question, even though he knew that it wasn't. He wanted to tell Dean that he didn't have to do this, but if what Dean said was right, that wasn't true.

"This shouldn't be one-sided. If we have any hope of getting away without actual sex, probably our best chance would be both getting each other off." Ben was quiet and was totally not looking at Dean. He might not be a virgin, but this was different. And if he had to look at Dean, he didn't think he'd have been able to say it. Awkward situation, forced sexual relations, and Ben was already half-hard in his boxers.

Fuck you, teenage libido.

[iustiviri]

Dean damn near groaned at the suggestion, hanging his head slightly to keep his own slight flush hidden. He really shouldn't have found the idea so damn arousing. "You're right. I doubt the hotel would let us go if it was just one of us." Otherwise only one of them would feel the pain when separated, not both. This really was a shitty situation all around, wasn't? If he were honest with himself, which he rarely was, he wouldn't have minded sacking the teen if the circumstances were normal. Not that anything was normal in this cursed place

[noturvessel]

"It's not your fault, you don't have to apologize. You always blame yourself for things that aren't your fault." There was a weight there, talking about more than just right here, right now. And then Ben was sucking it a shivering breath, because Dean's hands were in the waist of his boxers, and it was suddenly very difficult to think of anything else. There was breathless agreement as Dean told him not to stop touching him- as if that was really a concern- and then the older hunter was sliding Ben's boxers down off his hips and down his legs, leaving him half-naked and his breath stuttered. Awkward situation or not, this was still hot.

Ben couldn't help looking as Dean pulled his pajama pants down, couldn't help the way his eyes darted to the man's half-erect length. When clothes were coming off it was harder to pretend that he wasn't interested. One hand sliding against Dean's side, over ribs and the muscle of his chest, trying to distract himself from outright oogling. It didn't really work.

[iustiviri]

A strange look passed over his face at the comment but he chose to ignore it. It'd already sort of been established that the kid knew him somehow, maybe they were from a future timeline and Ben had known him then. Whatever the case, he pushed it out of his head. His own breath stilted slightly at the touch against his side and he looked down to find the boy's hand moving over him, and he let him. Didn't push or brush it away. It shouldn't be so arousing, the look on Ben's face in that moment.

So, he figured they'd start out simple. No outright sex unless this didn't work. Shifting closer, Dean reached down to gingerly spread the boy's legs wider so he could move in between them. His breath hitched as he lined himself up and rocked down against the teen, rubbing their half-hard cocks together before reaching down and wrapping his hand around them both, stroking once or twice, pausing to let the teen get used to the sensation, himself letting out a quiet moan.

[noturvessel]

Ben gasped as Dean parted his legs, the older man pressing in between his thighs. He moaned softly as Dean lined up their cocks, rocked down against him. It flashed heat through him, made him tremble, arching his hips up into the friction. Dean's hand wrapping around them both, stroking, and Ben's eyes fluttered, his head tipping back with a low groan as his hands clutched in the hunter's shirt. Pleasure intense and so very good and his cock was aching under the grasp of the hunter's fingers, the way it felt to have their erections pressed together.

Ben was flushed, his eyes bright, but now it was more arousal than that faint embarrassment. His hands uncurling from his tee-shirt, slowly palming down the older man's chest instead. Not sure if this was strictly allowed, but he wanted to, wanted to steal at least a little more than just what the hotel was forcing them into. His eyes looking to Dean, pink lips parted as he panted for heated breath, trying to decide if this was okay.

[iustiviri]

The teen's responses were more arousing than he thought they'd be and he enjoyed the way Ben moved beneath him, arching up against him. It made him pant and lowering his head he nipped along the slender column of his neck, nosing just under his chin. He could feel the light touches to his chest, uncertain and unsure, and he wanted Ben to enjoy this as much as either of them could given the circumstances. Pulling back a little, he looked down at the teen as his hand slowly began to move, stroking up and down rhythmically, unable to help the push of his hips as he rocked into it.

"You can touch me," Dean panted out, licking his lips. "Wherever you want, it's okay." It felt good, as well, feeling those hands on him even just over his shirt like this.

[noturvessel]

Ben moaned at the feeling of Dean's teeth nipping up along his neck, his head tilting back to give the older man more room, more access to skin. He liked that, liked that a lot. There was a low groan as Dean's hand started moving as his lips pulled back, leaving Ben's skin tingling, his hips moving into the friction, the way that tight ring of fingers stroked over both of their erections. His body shifting, pressing into it, low moans on his lips. It had been quite a while since anyone had touched him, and it was Dean, and that made him shake, fluttering eyelashes as he unevenly jerked hips into the heat of fingers, and the feel of friction

[iustiviri]

"Yeah, that's it," he murmured quietly. "Just feel it." His eyes, green and dark, pupils blown, tracked over every expression the boy made. The flutter of his eyes; lashes against his cheeks which were flushed with pleasure and embarrassment, he was sure to the quick rise and fall of his chest with each pant of breath he let out and took in. They tracked further down to the pump of the teen's hips as he rocked up into the tight curl of his hand, the head of his cock peeking through the ring of his fingers with every thrust. A friction he could feel against his own hardness that had him moaning and panting unrestrained

[noturvessel]

It was easy to forget why they were doing this, to just focus on the warmth of Dean's skin under his hands, the way their cocks slid together in Dean's hand. Maybe it was better like this, anyway, getting lost in it. It was so overwhelming, but good, moans and gasps he couldn't even think to try and hide as his hips moved to the rhythm of Dean's fingers, the way their lengths slid together like this, and fuck, it felt amazing. He'd never done this like this before, and his head was spinning with desire, his hands sliding over skin, coming up to cling to Dean's shoulders

[iustiviri]

"Fuck," he breathed out softly against Ben's warm lips, the rhythm of his hips picking up and in response he dragged his hand quicker over them, thumb sliding up over the leaking slit of Ben's cock, pressing in and rubbing teasingly before continuing to quickly stroke them. It felt good, too good even despite it having been awhile for Dean himself. The raw pleasure that flickered over the teen's face was stunning and leaning in he kissed Ben again, tongue diving into the boy's mouth, licking into it and deepening it in the same moment.

His back arched slightly into the fingers against his back, finding the sensitive spot there that had him gasping into the kiss and his hips stuttering, jerking hard and fast for a moment before they regained their rhythm. "Jesus, Ben," he breathed out, sounding breathless from the sudden surge of pleasure it had caused him.

[noturvessel]

It was hot and delicious and he wanted this, his own hips jerking faster to match Dean's pace, stuttering as the man's thumb was slipping over the tip of his cock. "Dean," the older hunter's name whispered on a low whine of pleasure, needy and close, pupils dilated as he tipped his head to look up at him. He was hot with lust, desire, hands trying to tug Dean that much closer as they touched over skin. Then they were kissing again, and Ben met him, kissing back, his tongue sliding against the older man's. Ben wasn't as good at this as Dean, didn't have a few lays in every town he went through, but he did his best, countered experience with enthusiasm, with raw desire. The way his name sounded on Dean's mouth almost had him lose it right there

[iustiviri]

Fuck that was hot, Dean nearly losing it at the sound of his name, the soft breathy whine of pleasure that accompanied it and he couldn't help but fuck faster into his hand, grip tightening a little more, fingers flexing around them as his hand sped up as well. He could tell that Ben wasn't as experienced as he was with any of this and really, he shouldn't find that so damn hot. His enthusiasm at which he met everything Dean gave him more than made up for it.

Feeling those slender fingers moving along his skin and over his aching cock made him gasp and jerk forward, a low moan escaping him moments later. Letting go of them both briefly, Dean grabbed Ben's hand and guided it to his own cock, breathing out a soft, breathy, "Touch me." Against his lips, wrapping the teen's fingers around him and stroking upward in guidance, then let go to take the boy's own cock in hand once again. This time he did speed up, fisting the teen's cock with fast, sure strokes.

[noturvessel]

There was a breathy gasp of protest initially when Dean's hand slid away from their aching erections. But then Dean was grabbing Ben's hand, guiding it to the older man's length, and he moaned as he curled his fingers around the girth of his cock. He let Dean guide his hand at first, shaking from the heated way it sounded when the man told him to touch him. Fuck, as if he needed encouragement, really. Ben stroking over Dean's cock eagerly, a little uncertain at first, making a tight ring of his fingers, stroking and touching. His strokes weren't quite as smooth and sure and certain, but he was more than competent, had done this a few times, even if it had been a while.

He leaned up, pressing his lips to Dean's with a moan, nipping at the man's lip. He liked kissing, liked touching, liked Dean against him, hard in his hand. It was pressing him toward the edge, though Ben was trying to draw it out, even as his body refused to listen, thrusting wantonly up into Dean's fingers. He dragged his thumb against the tip, brushing