Tiny snapshots ficlet - NC-17, Dean/Sam
Title: Love To Take It
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #13, deep-throating
W/C: ~620
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: He’d gotten tired of his brother holding back.
It had been months since this thing between them had started. Kissing roughly, quick and dirty hand-jobs followed soon after by oral sex and naturally reaching the point where they were fucking.
Tonight, though, was a blow job night. He was where he loved to be, on his knees as his brother sat on the edge of the motel bed. He had started like he always had, licking and sucking lightly on the cock in his mouth, then couldn’t help but move farther down, take more of it, more, always wanting more.
At first, he hadn’t been able to take all of it into his mouth. He'd made up for it by fisting the shaft in his hand, moving in time with his mouth. It seemed to be enough, for a while. But as time went by, he got better, more accustomed to the feeling of a dick in his mouth (his brother’s dick in his mouth), and he could go farther, take it deeper.
What he wanted, really, was to get his mouth fucked. Frustratingly, he was well aware of his brother’s careful and controlled effort not to thrust into him. Probably didn’t want to hurt him, yeah, okay, that was understandable. Enough was enough, though, and on this particular night, he had no more patience for it. He hadn’t been able to say it before, but now he couldn’t help it.
Pulling off just for a moment, he looked up at his brother with pleading eyes. “Stop holding yourself still like that, please. Please, just fuck me. Fuck my mouth. I can take it, I swear. You’re not going to hurt me.”
He was met at first with a skeptical and concerned look, but he knew he wasn’t going to be refused. He never was, especially when he said ‘please’.
Within seconds, he felt strong, familiar hands in his hair, gripping tight and holding him still. “All right”, came the choked-out reply.
Before he could even register the change, he felt his head being held perfectly still, and finally, Jesus, finally, he had what he wanted. His brother was thrusting his hips up forcefully. The sensation was better than he ever thought it would be. Forcing the muscles in his throat to relax, he swallowed the head and ignored his gag reflex. Unbidden tears fell from his eyes as his face was buried in pubic hair and he tried to remember to breathe through his nose.
He knew his lips would be swollen, his throat would be sore. But none of that mattered. His brother’s cock was so far inside that he barely tasted the cum as it flowed directly down his throat as he heard a guttural shout from above him.
After a moment, he pulled off again, and looked up to find a set of eyes fixed on him in absolute wonder.
“That what you wanted?”
“God, yes. Fuck, fuck, yes, thank you”, he whispered, unable to manage more than that due to the pain and burning and perfection he felt.
“Anytime you want, okay? Don’t be afraid to ask me. For anything. Okay?”
Pushing himself off his knees and settling himself onto the bed, he responded, “Yeah. I won’t, not anymore. Promise. But you have to promise too. Ask. I’ll give you anything.” He was pulled into a tight embrace, then they settled into a more comfortable position for sleeping.
Before falling into the usual post-orgasmic haze, he heard, “I know. I know you will.”
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #13, deep-throating
W/C: ~620
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: He’d gotten tired of his brother holding back.
It had been months since this thing between them had started. Kissing roughly, quick and dirty hand-jobs followed soon after by oral sex and naturally reaching the point where they were fucking.
Tonight, though, was a blow job night. He was where he loved to be, on his knees as his brother sat on the edge of the motel bed. He had started like he always had, licking and sucking lightly on the cock in his mouth, then couldn’t help but move farther down, take more of it, more, always wanting more.
At first, he hadn’t been able to take all of it into his mouth. He'd made up for it by fisting the shaft in his hand, moving in time with his mouth. It seemed to be enough, for a while. But as time went by, he got better, more accustomed to the feeling of a dick in his mouth (his brother’s dick in his mouth), and he could go farther, take it deeper.
What he wanted, really, was to get his mouth fucked. Frustratingly, he was well aware of his brother’s careful and controlled effort not to thrust into him. Probably didn’t want to hurt him, yeah, okay, that was understandable. Enough was enough, though, and on this particular night, he had no more patience for it. He hadn’t been able to say it before, but now he couldn’t help it.
Pulling off just for a moment, he looked up at his brother with pleading eyes. “Stop holding yourself still like that, please. Please, just fuck me. Fuck my mouth. I can take it, I swear. You’re not going to hurt me.”
He was met at first with a skeptical and concerned look, but he knew he wasn’t going to be refused. He never was, especially when he said ‘please’.
Within seconds, he felt strong, familiar hands in his hair, gripping tight and holding him still. “All right”, came the choked-out reply.
Before he could even register the change, he felt his head being held perfectly still, and finally, Jesus, finally, he had what he wanted. His brother was thrusting his hips up forcefully. The sensation was better than he ever thought it would be. Forcing the muscles in his throat to relax, he swallowed the head and ignored his gag reflex. Unbidden tears fell from his eyes as his face was buried in pubic hair and he tried to remember to breathe through his nose.
He knew his lips would be swollen, his throat would be sore. But none of that mattered. His brother’s cock was so far inside that he barely tasted the cum as it flowed directly down his throat as he heard a guttural shout from above him.
After a moment, he pulled off again, and looked up to find a set of eyes fixed on him in absolute wonder.
“That what you wanted?”
“God, yes. Fuck, fuck, yes, thank you”, he whispered, unable to manage more than that due to the pain and burning and perfection he felt.
“Anytime you want, okay? Don’t be afraid to ask me. For anything. Okay?”
Pushing himself off his knees and settling himself onto the bed, he responded, “Yeah. I won’t, not anymore. Promise. But you have to promise too. Ask. I’ll give you anything.” He was pulled into a tight embrace, then they settled into a more comfortable position for sleeping.
Before falling into the usual post-orgasmic haze, he heard, “I know. I know you will.”