Dean held on as best he could, hands fisted into the sheets as he cried out and hiccuped noises over and over on every thrust. Head down and arched up as Lindsey bit and kissed and licked.
"Ungh, oh god, Lindsey..." His name came out in almost a whine, body aching and jarred by the thrusts, head hanging limp as he took it. Skin hot and flushed at the feel of being held in place, driven into.
He ground his hips into him over and over, hand sliding off his hip to curl up under him, banding around him as he leaned over his body.
Driving in, gasping, cheek flattening against the hot, sweat-slick skin between his shoulder blades, hips twisting sharp and slamming in in a rough, intent rhythm.
Hand in the sheets fisting even harder, eyes fluttering at the feel of him, sounds he was making.
He held him up against his body, rocking them hard on the bed. Sucking in desperate gasps of air as the fucking back on him and the hoarse begging drove him even higher, harder.
Slid that hand clutching at the sheets free, wrapping his fist around the younger man's hard, swollen dick. Fisting him tightly, tugging and stroking roughly, teeth skimming up his shoulder, digging in to the back of his neck in a silent command.
Snorted, leaning back on his elbows on the floor. "Like my food."
Sat up and grabbed the crust Lindsey'd thrown aside, popping it in his mouth with a toothy grin. "And my daddy always taught me to never leave anything on my plate."
Dean made an annoyed noise as Lindsey nudged him, too full for that to be really comfortable. "Nah, I'm good for now. Give me an hour, I'll tell you then."
He took the remote and turned his head, stretched out on the floor as he flipped through channels. "Anything sound good?"
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"Ungh, oh god, Lindsey..." His name came out in almost a whine, body aching and jarred by the thrusts, head hanging limp as he took it. Skin hot and flushed at the feel of being held in place, driven into.
"God yes, Yes, fuck me..."
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Driving in, gasping, cheek flattening against the hot, sweat-slick skin between his shoulder blades, hips twisting sharp and slamming in in a rough, intent rhythm.
Hand in the sheets fisting even harder, eyes fluttering at the feel of him, sounds he was making.
"That's it, that's it.. Jesus fuck.."
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Shoved himself up and back into every thrust, Lindsey feeling like he slid deeper and deeper with every stroke, gasping. "God, please, please..."
Braced a hand on the headboard, fingers pressing hard into the wood.
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Slid that hand clutching at the sheets free, wrapping his fist around the younger man's hard, swollen dick. Fisting him tightly, tugging and stroking roughly, teeth skimming up his shoulder, digging in to the back of his neck in a silent command.
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Sat up and grabbed the crust Lindsey'd thrown aside, popping it in his mouth with a toothy grin. "And my daddy always taught me to never leave anything on my plate."
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"I can see that. Do I need to go order you another one?" he teased, toeing him in the ribs lazily.
Tossing him the remote, stretching his arms over his head with another groan.
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He took the remote and turned his head, stretched out on the floor as he flipped through channels. "Anything sound good?"
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"Anything but vampires," he drawled out, letting his eye slide closed as he rubbed the heel of his hand over his full stomach.
Paused a moment, opening his eyes again and grinning at the boy. "They give me the creeps."
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