Pink Satin
So, I'm still working on spook_me, and sucuri and I have finally gotten started on the zombiepocalypse story that will be posted on zerpes at some point. I'm also considering possibly putting my NaNo up for auction here, but I haven't decided yet. But the idea that we can write fic for charity is seriously awesome.
And, in the midst of all that, I managed to type this bit of porn up that I couldn't resist after the latest episode. I don't really know why I decided to make the boys high for this, but...it seemed like the thing to do? Haha, I have no idea.
Title: Pink Satin
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 084. He.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 3,180
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Drugs, panties, and man sex. Pfft, warnings? Sounds like a party to me!
Summary: Dean mentioned something in 5x04 that Jensen decides to use in the bedroom. Jared approves.
Author's Notes: In my head, the, uh...article of clothing involved is something along these lines.
What gets Jensen is that he can’t blame anything else for this. He certainly can’t blame anyone else for this, because Jensen doesn’t let other people influence him so easily. He makes up his own damn mind, does what he wants, and fuck anyone who doesn’t like it. But what gets him is that he can’t blame anything for this, either. He can’t blame the early boozing or the joint he’s currently puffing on, the smoke curling pleasantly around his face as he takes a drag and blows it back out, passing it down to Jared. He can’t blame anything, because he wants this.
It’s crazy that he does. But he supposes he’s always had a wild side to him when it comes to sex. He’s not unlike Dean in that respect. He knows Jared likes that about him. He knows Jared will like this. He’s already talked about it, brought it up after reading the script.
He watches Jared take the last hit from the joint they’ve been sharing, and he takes it from him, stamping it into the ashtray on the bedside table. They’re both high as fuck, and he hears Jared giggle, feels the slide of Jared’s hands rubbing up his thighs before he can fully swing his gaze back to look down at the man, seeing his hooded eyes and the lazy smile that stays on his face, dimples pronounced, even as his teeth bite at his bottom lip, playfully shy. Jensen lets a deep laugh rumble out of his chest and bends forward, the feeling of the fall towards Jared heady and light, moving in slow motion. He settles a hand on Jared’s chest at just the right time, cups his face with the other hand, and lets their foreheads rest together.
“Your dimples are showing,” he whispers, and Jared giggles again, sliding his hands up Jensen’s sides and back, holding him at the shoulders.
They’re both still clothed, but they may as well not be with the way Jensen’s feeling. It’s like his whole body is vibrating, every sensation multiplied ten times over, and when he lowers himself further, slipping his tongue into Jared’s mouth, it’s like taste and touch have taken over, every thought in his mind just turning to a pleasant buzz. Jared moans into his mouth, and Jensen swallows it down, swearing he can feel it floating through him.
He pulls away when Jared starts reaching back down his body. He doesn’t want Jared touching him down there. Not yet. He scoots back away from Jared and steps off the bed, standing slowly and nodding towards him.
“Take off your clothes,” he orders quietly, and Jared complies, lifting, stretching and rolling as he disrobes, and Jensen watches every second of it. He watches Jared lay back on the bed, the way Jared’s tanned skin stands out against the vibrant red sheets, the color popping before his eyes like it hasn’t ever before. He stares at Jared’s body, sees the definition of it in such great detail, the curve of his thick, full cock, the color of his irises around his blown pupils staring back at him.
Jensen shivers, because his dick is aching and restricted, but he can feel them sliding over it every time he moves, and sparks are shooting up his spine with the tiniest twitch. They feel so fucking good, and he’s honestly enjoying this even more than he thought he would. He slips a hand beneath the hem of his shirt, caresses his own skin, and he can’t help the smile that spreads on his face as he closes his eyes at the warm touch of his own hand. Before he knows it, he’s sliding both of his hands up beneath his shirt, just feeling himself, taking his time exploring his own body, tracing his abs and reaching up to rub his fingertips over his nipples. He gasps a little, and hears Jared giggle again. He can’t help but laugh himself, and he catches his bottom lip in his teeth, eyes still closed as he sways his hips a little, slipping his hands out to grip the hem of his shirt and pull.
He stretches, soft cotton slowly pulling over his torso, riding up over his stomach, his chest, finally over his head and down off his arms. He opens his eyes and looks at Jared, sees Jared smiling back at him and touching himself, just barely, fingertips just grazing his dick, up and down, up and down. It’s stunning, and Jensen can trace the veins in the shaft with his eyes. He licks his lips, his heart beating quicker than it seems time is moving. He goes for his belt, still swaying in a way that he hopes is seductive, and another chuckle slips past his lips as he thinks that the goofy smile that he can’t seem to wipe off his face is probably contradicting the mood.
He strips slowly, putting on a show, though most of the time his own eyes are closed. He just moves with the way he feels, follows his instincts, the wants and needs of his body. He can’t believe he does it, because he knows how sensitive he is with them on, but he pulls his belt out loop by loop and then slips it between his legs, letting it slide over his crotch. He can’t help the moan that escapes him, and he lets the belt fall to the floor, the stimulation to his balls, his dick, almost overwhelming.
He carefully opens his fly, first the button, then the zipper, and he opens his eyes for this. He opens his eyes and watches Jared as he spreads his jeans open and pushes them down his thighs.
He hears and sees Jared’s gasp, the way his head falls back as his eyes fall closed, the suddenly tight grip of his hand around his dick. It’s fucking sexy and Jensen knows it is, feels his dick twitch inside them again, and groans, right hand reaching back up to brush over his nipple.
They’re pink, and they’re satin. They’re tight, with a tiny strip of black trim around them. They have a little black bow with a silver button in the center right in the middle of the waistband. They barely cover him. They’re low on his hips, and he can feel the way they ride up his ass a little, stretched over the muscle there. He can almost feel the material on his hole, and actually feels himself clench at the almost-there touch, craving it. He can feel the satin stretching in a sweet caress over his balls, just barely holding them in. His dick is hard, pressing against the material, so sensitive against it, pushing the bow outward, the head beginning to swell over the waistband, flushed pink skin showing over bright pink satin, black lining between them. It’s obscene, is what it is.
Fucking obscene.
“Wait, wait…fuck…don’t move,” Jared stutters and mumbles, crawling around on the bed. He moves to the edge and reaches over, towards the jeans he’d discarded, and pulls his wallet out of the back pocket. He smiles and crawls down to Jensen’s end of the bed on his hands and knees, wallet gripped tightly in one palm. When he’s there in front of Jensen, so close to his barely covered crotch, he reaches into his wallet and pulls out a few bills. “S’for you, baby,” Jared says, giggling as he presses the bills down into the waistband of Jensen’s panties, just beside his straining dick. He tosses the wallet onto the floor. “Such a good lil slut for me. S’my girl.”
Jensen feels himself laughing again, hears it as a pleasant jingle in his own ears, and he reaches to run his hand through Jared’s hair. It’s nice and soft, like silk between his fingers, and he lets his hand linger, liking the sensation of it. He pulls Jared a little closer, face near his crotch, where he’s bulging out of his panties, and he laughs again.
“I look like a girl to you?”
“No,” Jared manages through another giggle, and then his big hands come up to cup Jensen’s ass, rubbing over satin and skin, and Jensen moans. His dick is already twitching in the panties when Jared’s mouth brushes over it through the material, and both of his hands are in Jared’s hair now, fingers twisting and curling in it. It’s hot and damp, and Jared’s lips are soft, and his tongue’s rubbing over him, massaging.
“Oh, Jared,” Jensen pants, and he swears it’s already too much, wrapped in satin and in Jared, his body and brain warm and fuzzy, and he has no idea how he’s going to make it through this. He huffs out a laugh as Jared breathes over him. “Fuck, I’m so high.”
“And hard,” Jared supplies, leaning back away from him. Jensen lets his hand slip from the knots he’s created in Jared’s hair, and Jared looks up at him and smiles. His hands are still on Jensen’s ass, squeezing, fingers on one side beginning to slip beneath the leg of the panties, stretching the material further. “Gonna let me fuck you with these on?”
“Can’t resist me in these, can you?” Jensen says smugly, managing a smirk even as his eyes fall half closed. Jared’s hands fall away, and he scoots back on the bed towards the nightstand, reaching inside the drawer there for the lube. He looks back at Jensen and winks at him.
“I can’t resist you in anything, baby.”
“Stop callin’ me that,” Jensen grumbles, even though he’s smiling again. He moves onto the bed, moving on his hands and knees towards Jared, and Jared just laughs at him.
“You’re wearin’ girly panties,” Jared says, getting up and moving behind Jensen. Jensen lets him, dick pulsing with the thought that Jared is right where he wants him. He settles down further on his elbows, and Jared smacks his ass as he does, making him jolt with pain and pleasure, and for a moment, he almost thinks he’s going to come right then and there, but he doesn’t. “I can call you whatever I want. Bitch.” Jensen can’t help the way he gasps, the way he shivers, his eyes falling closed, the head of his dick going slick with pre-come. “You like that?” he hears Jared breathe slowly, as if he has all the time in the world. “My little bitch.”
Jared has lubed fingers pushing their way beneath the leg of his panties before Jensen can even respond. He’s stretching the material, pulling it taut, even tighter over his dick, his balls, pulling the waistband lower in the front, satin rolling down the shaft of his cock, exposing more of him. Fingers are working, moving closer and closer to Jensen’s hole, and Jensen moans with relief when they finally press into him, inside of him, even as he squirms with the way the satin pulls and tugs at sensitive parts of his body.
“So pretty,” Jared murmurs, thrusting his fingers in and out of Jensen’s hole, and Jensen tries to push back, wants to feel more of that deep stroke of pleasure inside his body, where everything is buzzing with excitement. “Jesus.” Jared’s free hand strokes over the satin stretched over his hip. “How’s that feel, Jen?” he asks, awe in his voice. “Feel good over your dick?”
Jensen can’t do much more than hum his response, and then he hears Jared curse. The fingers are gone, and Jensen groans, feeling incredibly empty and craving more, clenching on nothing over and over again. He whines, pushing his hips back, and Jared palms his ass and then smacks it again. Jensen moans loudly through the sting of the slap, dick jerking within the satin that’s still tight around the bottom of his shaft.
“Fuck, Jared,” he says, swallowing and letting out a breathy laugh. He’s already shaking. “Ain’t gonna be long.”
Jared doesn’t say anything, just grabs the panties and stretches the leg of them out and up more, pulling the material far enough away from his hole so he can guide himself to it. Jensen feels Jared pressing against him and he feels his whole body relax, open and ready for it. He arches when Jared shoves in, one slow, smooth thrust bringing him all the way in, groaning with how tight he is.
Jensen’s shaking harder. He’s stretched open, feels so full, and he’s battling a mixture of pleasure and pain that’s quickly combining to lead to pure fucking ecstasy. There’s the slight burn that he still feels from Jared’s cock sliding so far up his ass, so deep inside him. There’s the thrill, the pleasure he feels when he clenches around it, and the way it rubs against his prostate has him pushing back for more. There’s the silky smooth of the satin where it’s enjoyable. And then there’s the tight pull of it where it’s stretched and tugging, digging into his skin. Jared’s braced over him, fucking into him slow and deep, one hand on the bed and the other on his shoulder, pulling him back into his thrusts, even though he goes willingly. He can’t do much more than gasp and grunt with each push into his body. His head’s swimming, in the clouds, his body soaring to new heights as Jared awakens so many different nerve endings inside of him, even as the panties tighten further, piercing into his hip.
It hurts and he squirms, but then Jared’s moaning and thrusting in harder, faster, and Jensen feels his heart rate speed up, his mouth fall open wider. He feels like he’s opening from the inside out, something deep within blooming further each time Jared presses against it, and he’s close, getting so close, but there’s pressure on his balls, his dick, the pain in his hip.
And that’s when they snap. A couple more hard thrusts, and the waistband cutting into his body breaks, the material falling away and dangling loosely from one side. He’s suddenly free, and it’s amazing how different that feels. There’s a stark contrast between now and when he was held back, restricted, caught in the confines of smooth satin. And even though he’d enjoyed the feel of the panties against him for as long as he’d worn them, it’s nothing compared to what he feels now, sensations rushing through his body and downward, uninhibited. The only restriction to the feelings coursing through him now is his body, caging everything in as it builds up and builds up. And Jared’s there, fucking him, trying to push it all out of him, his dick creating sweet friction in Jensen’s ass as it moves for that spot inside him that will release everything, make it all better.
It’s incredible, how time stretches in those last few moments. Jensen’s been stimulated almost all damn day, wearing those panties beneath his clothes. He’s been waiting for this, to show himself off and open himself up for Jared, just waiting to come. And now he’s almost there, just needs a little more, and he can feel every inch of Jared’s cock working inside of him, can picture how deep it is when he closes his eyes. He’s so painfully aware of each and every cell in his body, each and every bead of sweat breaking out on his skin. He’s trembling, working harder to move through the intensity of it all and push back into Jared’s thrusts, because it’s what he needs, what his mind and body are screaming for. And then Jared’s hand moves from beside him on the bed and pulls back, one more smack to Jensen’s ass as he drives himself in just right.
Jared’s dick sliding home, bringing rippling waves of pleasure along with it, and the sharp sting of his hand force Jensen’s body to open up, to erupt, and he lets a scream rip from his throat as he comes on the sheets below him, pulse after pulse of everything that’s been building up inside of him. It’s release, the shout he lets go and the heat that spills from his dick, and euphoria comes on its heels, slackening his muscles and turning them to liquid.
“Yeah, yeah,” he can hear Jared saying, his voice getting louder, just audible over the rushing in his ears, and his hand is kneading Jensen’s ass, rubbing away the pain from the slap. “Fuck, yeah.” He thrusts through Jensen’s orgasm, through the contractions, and then he pulls out, and Jensen collapses, falls forward onto the bed, into his own mess, but he doesn’t care.
He’s covered in more of it when Jared lets go of a throaty groan, the wet sound of his hand stroking his dick coming before warmth splashes over his back. He can feel the streaks covering his skin, and when Jared’s finished, he flops down onto Jensen’s back, breathing heavily.
Jensen’s got weight on his back, a hot mattress below him, and come between each layer. But he’s relaxed and pliant, his hole throbbing just a little, brain still buzzing, and he’s never felt so happy and satisfied. He sighs when Jared moves and doesn’t make any attempt to move himself. He’s asleep before he can register anything else.
****
Jensen wakes up to Jared poking him in the side. He flinches away from the touch, trying to burrow back under the covers to hide, but Jared isn’t having it.
“Wake up, Jen,” Jared insists, laughing when Jensen whines. “Come on. Don’t give me attitude. I had the decency to clean you up last night after you passed out.”
Jensen does feel clean. He’s nowhere near as sticky and gross as he’d expected to be. Plus, he’s all covered up. It’s nice.
“Don’t wanna,” he mumbles, and he knows how childish it sounds, but he really doesn’t care.
“You have to, dude,” Jared says, and Jensen can hear the fond smile in his voice. “We gotta work today.” Jared slips under the covers and rolls on top of him, on his back, and Jensen makes a little surprised sound before Jared’s leaning close to his ear, whispering hotly, “You gonna be a good little bitch for me and get outta bed?”
“Jay,” Jensen says dryly, denying the bit of a thrill he feels run through his system, “That worked when we were fuckin’ high as shit. It ain’t gonna work now.”
“Well, get up anyway,” Jared says louder, slapping his ass and moving away. Jensen ruts against the mattress a bit, but wills his dick to stay down. “You owe me money. Forgot I had some tucked into your panties last night. You came all over it. I’ll be damned if I’m takin’ that shit to the bank.”
“Oh, shit.” Jensen can’t help but laugh, his shoulders shaking beneath the covers with it as he buries his face in his pillow. “Let’s see you donate those bills to charity.”
“Very funny,” Jared says, yanking the covers off of him. “You’re buying dinner tonight.”
And, in the midst of all that, I managed to type this bit of porn up that I couldn't resist after the latest episode. I don't really know why I decided to make the boys high for this, but...it seemed like the thing to do? Haha, I have no idea.
Title: Pink Satin
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 084. He.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 3,180
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Drugs, panties, and man sex. Pfft, warnings? Sounds like a party to me!
Summary: Dean mentioned something in 5x04 that Jensen decides to use in the bedroom. Jared approves.
Author's Notes: In my head, the, uh...article of clothing involved is something along these lines.
What gets Jensen is that he can’t blame anything else for this. He certainly can’t blame anyone else for this, because Jensen doesn’t let other people influence him so easily. He makes up his own damn mind, does what he wants, and fuck anyone who doesn’t like it. But what gets him is that he can’t blame anything for this, either. He can’t blame the early boozing or the joint he’s currently puffing on, the smoke curling pleasantly around his face as he takes a drag and blows it back out, passing it down to Jared. He can’t blame anything, because he wants this.
It’s crazy that he does. But he supposes he’s always had a wild side to him when it comes to sex. He’s not unlike Dean in that respect. He knows Jared likes that about him. He knows Jared will like this. He’s already talked about it, brought it up after reading the script.
He watches Jared take the last hit from the joint they’ve been sharing, and he takes it from him, stamping it into the ashtray on the bedside table. They’re both high as fuck, and he hears Jared giggle, feels the slide of Jared’s hands rubbing up his thighs before he can fully swing his gaze back to look down at the man, seeing his hooded eyes and the lazy smile that stays on his face, dimples pronounced, even as his teeth bite at his bottom lip, playfully shy. Jensen lets a deep laugh rumble out of his chest and bends forward, the feeling of the fall towards Jared heady and light, moving in slow motion. He settles a hand on Jared’s chest at just the right time, cups his face with the other hand, and lets their foreheads rest together.
“Your dimples are showing,” he whispers, and Jared giggles again, sliding his hands up Jensen’s sides and back, holding him at the shoulders.
They’re both still clothed, but they may as well not be with the way Jensen’s feeling. It’s like his whole body is vibrating, every sensation multiplied ten times over, and when he lowers himself further, slipping his tongue into Jared’s mouth, it’s like taste and touch have taken over, every thought in his mind just turning to a pleasant buzz. Jared moans into his mouth, and Jensen swallows it down, swearing he can feel it floating through him.
He pulls away when Jared starts reaching back down his body. He doesn’t want Jared touching him down there. Not yet. He scoots back away from Jared and steps off the bed, standing slowly and nodding towards him.
“Take off your clothes,” he orders quietly, and Jared complies, lifting, stretching and rolling as he disrobes, and Jensen watches every second of it. He watches Jared lay back on the bed, the way Jared’s tanned skin stands out against the vibrant red sheets, the color popping before his eyes like it hasn’t ever before. He stares at Jared’s body, sees the definition of it in such great detail, the curve of his thick, full cock, the color of his irises around his blown pupils staring back at him.
Jensen shivers, because his dick is aching and restricted, but he can feel them sliding over it every time he moves, and sparks are shooting up his spine with the tiniest twitch. They feel so fucking good, and he’s honestly enjoying this even more than he thought he would. He slips a hand beneath the hem of his shirt, caresses his own skin, and he can’t help the smile that spreads on his face as he closes his eyes at the warm touch of his own hand. Before he knows it, he’s sliding both of his hands up beneath his shirt, just feeling himself, taking his time exploring his own body, tracing his abs and reaching up to rub his fingertips over his nipples. He gasps a little, and hears Jared giggle again. He can’t help but laugh himself, and he catches his bottom lip in his teeth, eyes still closed as he sways his hips a little, slipping his hands out to grip the hem of his shirt and pull.
He stretches, soft cotton slowly pulling over his torso, riding up over his stomach, his chest, finally over his head and down off his arms. He opens his eyes and looks at Jared, sees Jared smiling back at him and touching himself, just barely, fingertips just grazing his dick, up and down, up and down. It’s stunning, and Jensen can trace the veins in the shaft with his eyes. He licks his lips, his heart beating quicker than it seems time is moving. He goes for his belt, still swaying in a way that he hopes is seductive, and another chuckle slips past his lips as he thinks that the goofy smile that he can’t seem to wipe off his face is probably contradicting the mood.
He strips slowly, putting on a show, though most of the time his own eyes are closed. He just moves with the way he feels, follows his instincts, the wants and needs of his body. He can’t believe he does it, because he knows how sensitive he is with them on, but he pulls his belt out loop by loop and then slips it between his legs, letting it slide over his crotch. He can’t help the moan that escapes him, and he lets the belt fall to the floor, the stimulation to his balls, his dick, almost overwhelming.
He carefully opens his fly, first the button, then the zipper, and he opens his eyes for this. He opens his eyes and watches Jared as he spreads his jeans open and pushes them down his thighs.
He hears and sees Jared’s gasp, the way his head falls back as his eyes fall closed, the suddenly tight grip of his hand around his dick. It’s fucking sexy and Jensen knows it is, feels his dick twitch inside them again, and groans, right hand reaching back up to brush over his nipple.
They’re pink, and they’re satin. They’re tight, with a tiny strip of black trim around them. They have a little black bow with a silver button in the center right in the middle of the waistband. They barely cover him. They’re low on his hips, and he can feel the way they ride up his ass a little, stretched over the muscle there. He can almost feel the material on his hole, and actually feels himself clench at the almost-there touch, craving it. He can feel the satin stretching in a sweet caress over his balls, just barely holding them in. His dick is hard, pressing against the material, so sensitive against it, pushing the bow outward, the head beginning to swell over the waistband, flushed pink skin showing over bright pink satin, black lining between them. It’s obscene, is what it is.
Fucking obscene.
“Wait, wait…fuck…don’t move,” Jared stutters and mumbles, crawling around on the bed. He moves to the edge and reaches over, towards the jeans he’d discarded, and pulls his wallet out of the back pocket. He smiles and crawls down to Jensen’s end of the bed on his hands and knees, wallet gripped tightly in one palm. When he’s there in front of Jensen, so close to his barely covered crotch, he reaches into his wallet and pulls out a few bills. “S’for you, baby,” Jared says, giggling as he presses the bills down into the waistband of Jensen’s panties, just beside his straining dick. He tosses the wallet onto the floor. “Such a good lil slut for me. S’my girl.”
Jensen feels himself laughing again, hears it as a pleasant jingle in his own ears, and he reaches to run his hand through Jared’s hair. It’s nice and soft, like silk between his fingers, and he lets his hand linger, liking the sensation of it. He pulls Jared a little closer, face near his crotch, where he’s bulging out of his panties, and he laughs again.
“I look like a girl to you?”
“No,” Jared manages through another giggle, and then his big hands come up to cup Jensen’s ass, rubbing over satin and skin, and Jensen moans. His dick is already twitching in the panties when Jared’s mouth brushes over it through the material, and both of his hands are in Jared’s hair now, fingers twisting and curling in it. It’s hot and damp, and Jared’s lips are soft, and his tongue’s rubbing over him, massaging.
“Oh, Jared,” Jensen pants, and he swears it’s already too much, wrapped in satin and in Jared, his body and brain warm and fuzzy, and he has no idea how he’s going to make it through this. He huffs out a laugh as Jared breathes over him. “Fuck, I’m so high.”
“And hard,” Jared supplies, leaning back away from him. Jensen lets his hand slip from the knots he’s created in Jared’s hair, and Jared looks up at him and smiles. His hands are still on Jensen’s ass, squeezing, fingers on one side beginning to slip beneath the leg of the panties, stretching the material further. “Gonna let me fuck you with these on?”
“Can’t resist me in these, can you?” Jensen says smugly, managing a smirk even as his eyes fall half closed. Jared’s hands fall away, and he scoots back on the bed towards the nightstand, reaching inside the drawer there for the lube. He looks back at Jensen and winks at him.
“I can’t resist you in anything, baby.”
“Stop callin’ me that,” Jensen grumbles, even though he’s smiling again. He moves onto the bed, moving on his hands and knees towards Jared, and Jared just laughs at him.
“You’re wearin’ girly panties,” Jared says, getting up and moving behind Jensen. Jensen lets him, dick pulsing with the thought that Jared is right where he wants him. He settles down further on his elbows, and Jared smacks his ass as he does, making him jolt with pain and pleasure, and for a moment, he almost thinks he’s going to come right then and there, but he doesn’t. “I can call you whatever I want. Bitch.” Jensen can’t help the way he gasps, the way he shivers, his eyes falling closed, the head of his dick going slick with pre-come. “You like that?” he hears Jared breathe slowly, as if he has all the time in the world. “My little bitch.”
Jared has lubed fingers pushing their way beneath the leg of his panties before Jensen can even respond. He’s stretching the material, pulling it taut, even tighter over his dick, his balls, pulling the waistband lower in the front, satin rolling down the shaft of his cock, exposing more of him. Fingers are working, moving closer and closer to Jensen’s hole, and Jensen moans with relief when they finally press into him, inside of him, even as he squirms with the way the satin pulls and tugs at sensitive parts of his body.
“So pretty,” Jared murmurs, thrusting his fingers in and out of Jensen’s hole, and Jensen tries to push back, wants to feel more of that deep stroke of pleasure inside his body, where everything is buzzing with excitement. “Jesus.” Jared’s free hand strokes over the satin stretched over his hip. “How’s that feel, Jen?” he asks, awe in his voice. “Feel good over your dick?”
Jensen can’t do much more than hum his response, and then he hears Jared curse. The fingers are gone, and Jensen groans, feeling incredibly empty and craving more, clenching on nothing over and over again. He whines, pushing his hips back, and Jared palms his ass and then smacks it again. Jensen moans loudly through the sting of the slap, dick jerking within the satin that’s still tight around the bottom of his shaft.
“Fuck, Jared,” he says, swallowing and letting out a breathy laugh. He’s already shaking. “Ain’t gonna be long.”
Jared doesn’t say anything, just grabs the panties and stretches the leg of them out and up more, pulling the material far enough away from his hole so he can guide himself to it. Jensen feels Jared pressing against him and he feels his whole body relax, open and ready for it. He arches when Jared shoves in, one slow, smooth thrust bringing him all the way in, groaning with how tight he is.
Jensen’s shaking harder. He’s stretched open, feels so full, and he’s battling a mixture of pleasure and pain that’s quickly combining to lead to pure fucking ecstasy. There’s the slight burn that he still feels from Jared’s cock sliding so far up his ass, so deep inside him. There’s the thrill, the pleasure he feels when he clenches around it, and the way it rubs against his prostate has him pushing back for more. There’s the silky smooth of the satin where it’s enjoyable. And then there’s the tight pull of it where it’s stretched and tugging, digging into his skin. Jared’s braced over him, fucking into him slow and deep, one hand on the bed and the other on his shoulder, pulling him back into his thrusts, even though he goes willingly. He can’t do much more than gasp and grunt with each push into his body. His head’s swimming, in the clouds, his body soaring to new heights as Jared awakens so many different nerve endings inside of him, even as the panties tighten further, piercing into his hip.
It hurts and he squirms, but then Jared’s moaning and thrusting in harder, faster, and Jensen feels his heart rate speed up, his mouth fall open wider. He feels like he’s opening from the inside out, something deep within blooming further each time Jared presses against it, and he’s close, getting so close, but there’s pressure on his balls, his dick, the pain in his hip.
And that’s when they snap. A couple more hard thrusts, and the waistband cutting into his body breaks, the material falling away and dangling loosely from one side. He’s suddenly free, and it’s amazing how different that feels. There’s a stark contrast between now and when he was held back, restricted, caught in the confines of smooth satin. And even though he’d enjoyed the feel of the panties against him for as long as he’d worn them, it’s nothing compared to what he feels now, sensations rushing through his body and downward, uninhibited. The only restriction to the feelings coursing through him now is his body, caging everything in as it builds up and builds up. And Jared’s there, fucking him, trying to push it all out of him, his dick creating sweet friction in Jensen’s ass as it moves for that spot inside him that will release everything, make it all better.
It’s incredible, how time stretches in those last few moments. Jensen’s been stimulated almost all damn day, wearing those panties beneath his clothes. He’s been waiting for this, to show himself off and open himself up for Jared, just waiting to come. And now he’s almost there, just needs a little more, and he can feel every inch of Jared’s cock working inside of him, can picture how deep it is when he closes his eyes. He’s so painfully aware of each and every cell in his body, each and every bead of sweat breaking out on his skin. He’s trembling, working harder to move through the intensity of it all and push back into Jared’s thrusts, because it’s what he needs, what his mind and body are screaming for. And then Jared’s hand moves from beside him on the bed and pulls back, one more smack to Jensen’s ass as he drives himself in just right.
Jared’s dick sliding home, bringing rippling waves of pleasure along with it, and the sharp sting of his hand force Jensen’s body to open up, to erupt, and he lets a scream rip from his throat as he comes on the sheets below him, pulse after pulse of everything that’s been building up inside of him. It’s release, the shout he lets go and the heat that spills from his dick, and euphoria comes on its heels, slackening his muscles and turning them to liquid.
“Yeah, yeah,” he can hear Jared saying, his voice getting louder, just audible over the rushing in his ears, and his hand is kneading Jensen’s ass, rubbing away the pain from the slap. “Fuck, yeah.” He thrusts through Jensen’s orgasm, through the contractions, and then he pulls out, and Jensen collapses, falls forward onto the bed, into his own mess, but he doesn’t care.
He’s covered in more of it when Jared lets go of a throaty groan, the wet sound of his hand stroking his dick coming before warmth splashes over his back. He can feel the streaks covering his skin, and when Jared’s finished, he flops down onto Jensen’s back, breathing heavily.
Jensen’s got weight on his back, a hot mattress below him, and come between each layer. But he’s relaxed and pliant, his hole throbbing just a little, brain still buzzing, and he’s never felt so happy and satisfied. He sighs when Jared moves and doesn’t make any attempt to move himself. He’s asleep before he can register anything else.
****
Jensen wakes up to Jared poking him in the side. He flinches away from the touch, trying to burrow back under the covers to hide, but Jared isn’t having it.
“Wake up, Jen,” Jared insists, laughing when Jensen whines. “Come on. Don’t give me attitude. I had the decency to clean you up last night after you passed out.”
Jensen does feel clean. He’s nowhere near as sticky and gross as he’d expected to be. Plus, he’s all covered up. It’s nice.
“Don’t wanna,” he mumbles, and he knows how childish it sounds, but he really doesn’t care.
“You have to, dude,” Jared says, and Jensen can hear the fond smile in his voice. “We gotta work today.” Jared slips under the covers and rolls on top of him, on his back, and Jensen makes a little surprised sound before Jared’s leaning close to his ear, whispering hotly, “You gonna be a good little bitch for me and get outta bed?”
“Jay,” Jensen says dryly, denying the bit of a thrill he feels run through his system, “That worked when we were fuckin’ high as shit. It ain’t gonna work now.”
“Well, get up anyway,” Jared says louder, slapping his ass and moving away. Jensen ruts against the mattress a bit, but wills his dick to stay down. “You owe me money. Forgot I had some tucked into your panties last night. You came all over it. I’ll be damned if I’m takin’ that shit to the bank.”
“Oh, shit.” Jensen can’t help but laugh, his shoulders shaking beneath the covers with it as he buries his face in his pillow. “Let’s see you donate those bills to charity.”
“Very funny,” Jared says, yanking the covers off of him. “You’re buying dinner tonight.”