RPS | NC-17 | Wake-up Call
So much for baby!animals today. I'd apologize for the spammage, but you get more smut, and I'm sure you like that.
Title: Wake-up Call
Words: ~2,300
Rating: NC-17 - swearing and sexes
Warnings: Smut for smut's sake
Summary: He tries to turn his head, tries to catch a glimpse of Jared behind him, but it’s hard at this angle, and anytime he starts to push off the bed, Jared’s hands anchor him right back down. He settles and takes the feelings with him, of Jared’s mouth spreading over his skin, leaving wet hot trails down to his lower back.
Notes: Okay, okay, part three in the sexytiems!verse. This is dedicated to karabou and standing_fic because they said they like this kind of action.
Jensen is plastered to the bed, chest down, face to the side, and pretty incoherent to the world, loving his heavy sleep. He feels suckling on his back, working its way down his spine. He then hears the little smacks of mouth to flesh, tongue making itself known by touch and sound. He inhales sharply and shifts, the muscles in his back bunching up with the movement.
Jared’s hand presses at the small of his back as he tries to move again. “Don’t go anywhere,” he murmurs at his back.
He tries to turn his head, tries to catch a glimpse of Jared behind him, but it’s hard at this angle, and anytime he starts to push off the bed, Jared’s hands anchor him right back down. He settles and takes the feelings with him, of Jared’s mouth spreading over his skin, leaving wet hot trails down to his lower back. There’s a pause, way too long for Jensen’s liking, and he can feel Jared rise behind him as the pressure in the bed shifts. Seconds later, Jared’s blanketing him, skin pressed everywhere, hands stroking down Jensen’s arms. He shifts closer, slipping an arm underneath his neck, palm cradling Jensen’s cheek as he turns him to kiss. The angle’s all wrong, but the tongues are all right, flicking at each other, twirling in the air between their lips.
Jensen feels his own dick furiously pump blood, but then he feels the swell of Jared’s at his ass. And as Jared shifts higher up to get a better angle on his mouth, it’s pressed tight to his back, drips of precome streaking his skin as Jared continues to shift against him. Jensen tries to turn over, but Jared won’t allow it. His other hand presses down on Jensen’s shoulder and his voice is dark, “Don’t move.”
As the kiss deepens, Jared ruts against his back, creating such desperate friction between their bodies as they trap his cock. Jensen can’t believe how insanely hot it is, feeling the press of him so hard and long against his skin, tight between hard planes of his back and Jared’s stomach. It goes on, more precome slicking Jensen’s back, giving Jared a bit of reprieve from the dry friction, and his tongue continues on mercilessly with Jensen’s mouth. “J,” Jensen whimpers into his mouth. “Just do it. Fuck me.”
Jared chuckles around Jensen’s tongue and he moves his mouth over Jensen’s jaw, the line of his neck and finally to his shoulders, biting carefully as he shifts back down Jensen’s body. His palms skate down Jensen’s back and he crawls further down the bed. “What? You want me to fuck you, like you fucked me?”
The angle for Jensen’s head to see Jared is sharp, and he gets just one quick glance. His head falls back into the pillows and he sighs angrily. “Yeah, shit, I do.”
“In the kitchen? Standing up? Bare and open?”
Jensen shifts, rising to his knees and kicking his ass into the air while his head turns, forehead into the pillows. He hears Jared chuckle as his fingers knead into Jensen’s cheeks. Jensen angrily tosses the pillow away, digging his forehead into the mattress and he grunts, “Fuck yes. Just do it.”
Jared kneels behind him, staring at Jensen’s ass up and ready, the tiny pink hole, his dick hanging but stiff and pulling itself up as best it can against gravity. His index finger pats at the skin just above Jensen’s ass before it plucks itself down through the crack, rings around his hole, and then tucks itself under to massage Jensen’s balls. Jensen curses low and gargled, Jared’s not even sure what, but he has him here. Exposed, begging, willing, and he’s not going to let that go unrewarded. Jared murmurs playfully, “You’re probably gonna want that pillow back,” as he gently grabs Jensen’s hips and tugs up, bringing him higher on his knees.
His head is shoved into the mattress at this angle and he’s reaching for another pillow when suddenly there’s a flick at his asshole, tiny and wet and he arches forward with a moan. “Fuck, you’re … ” he trails off as Jared’s hands go wide on his cheeks, pulling away and giving more room.
Jared’s tongue laps over the hole, and again, spreading his spit across the crack. Then he dips back in, twirling it around the rim and smiling at Jensen’s hips bucking away then back into his face. The tongue continues lavishing Jensen’s ass, dipping in and out, twisting within as the muscles clench involuntarily.
Jensen can’t get enough of it, wants to just stand on his hands so Jared can get the right, just right, access to his hole because it’s maddening that the tongue can only get so much of him. He wants to feel the whole length inside him, pressing moist, warm kisses in his ass. He mumbles something so incoherent with want that he can’t even realize what he tried to say, but he’s shifting closer to the headboard. “Just … c’mere.”
He moves in, palm soothing over the curve of Jensen’s ass, “I’m sorry,” he frowns. “Too much?”
With a heavy breath, Jensen sighs, “Not enough. C’mon.” Jensen gathers all the pillows on the bed and tucks them under his chest. He holds himself up on elbows, resting his forehead at his wrists and begs, “Just pull me up. C’mon.”
Jared smirks, long and hard, hand coasting over Jensen’s ass again with the desire to do exactly what Jensen begs of him, and in knowing that Jensen wants this as bad as he does. He crawls closer, hands plying Jensen’s legs even further. He leans in to kiss at the hole again, one quick dip of a tongue, then he sits on his haunches and yanks at Jensen’s hips so he rises into the air and against his chest. Jared moves back in, lips closing around the hole and sucking so hard while his tongue jabs back in. He hums against the skin, making Jensen moan and shiver all over. Tiny blonde hairs perk up across his thighs and ass. Jared rings an arm around Jensen’s waist, heaving him closer while the other settles across his cheeks, pulling one even further away so he can dig right in, lick every inch his tongue can reach and soak up the hole with his spit.
Jensen’s grumbling and moaning and it’s pretty much nonsense. It’s so insanely hot and beyond his imagination, but at the same time, he thinks about the fact that their dicks are awfully hard and not getting anything out of this. So he hitches himself up on one arm and reaches underneath for Jared. He knows the second he’s got him because Jared’s head stutters from its assault on his asshole and he’s groaning, the noise vibrating through his tongue and into Jensen. Jensen does his best to keep stroking, but it’s difficult at this angle, with his own weight pressed down on one arm and Jared working him raw and wet and open.
And Jared knows it, too. He’s perfectly fine with taking Jensen’s hole, having all attention on that one moment. But the second Jensen grabs him, he wants more, and feels the pricks inside him multiply. With heavy breathing, he backs off, lets Jensen down to his knees while he rubs at his lower back.
Jensen reaches back again, given some reprieve of burning muscles trussed up in the air. It’s still not perfect, but Jared’s moaning and jacking up into his fist. “Alright,” Jared pants, “Hang on.” He closes his eyes at the notion, steadies his lungs and lays back, spreads himself beneath Jensen.
When Jared’s all laid out, hands going to Jensen’s ass to guide him down, Jensen looks down on Jared’s dick, hard and leaking below him and he sighs. “Oh, man.”
Jared chuckles, “Yeah, c’mon.” And he tugs down on his hips as he leans up to lick back at Jensen’s hole.
Jensen’s back to grinding down on Jared’s face and it takes a few seconds for him to even out enough that he can focus on other things, like lowering himself, mouth open and swallowing Jared in one movement.
He bucks up, moans against Jensen’s hole and whimpers at the dark heat enveloping him. He can barely move as Jensen so quickly yanks up and down with one hand while his mouth soaks his dick with messy saliva and choked groans, rumbling against his skin. It’s all good, almost too good, and his head thunks back into the mattress, unable to keep the angle on his neck, unable to even focus on what he wants to do to Jensen right there because Jensen has him anchored with that big, wet mouth on his cock. His eyes slide closed as he admits defeat on the whole rimming escapade, but soon enough, he slides his middle finger in, the other digits splaying across Jensen’s ass and palming him. Jared doesn’t bother moving it in and out, not even sure he can handle that much coordination as he can’t ignore the damp, hollow cave of Jensen’s mouth burrowing down over his dick, again and again and again. Instead, he just holds the long finger in tight, wiggling and circling around.
Jensen rocks back onto Jared’s finger in rhythm with his bobbing. He gets so heated by it all that he wraps his hands under Jared’s thighs, squeezes and lifts, bringing Jared even deeper into his mouth. Jared soon follows suit and pumps his hips up, and when it starts getting fierce, he’s panting and Jensen’s holding still, and he’s just amping right up, fucking Jensen’s lips, his mouth. His head picks up for a few seconds, to see the length of Jensen’s body sliding forward and back, from Jared’s dick down to his fingers. He flops back down to the mattress and watches his fingers jerk into Jensen’s hole. “Shit, Jensen. This is fucking hot.” His other palm coasts over Jensen's ass with meaning. "You're so hot. My God."
He nods then pulls off and licks the whole length of Jared’s cock in agreement. The finger in Jensen’s ass gets more frantic and sharp as everything sizzles beneath Jared’s skin. He can’t control his thrusts up to Jensen’s mouth, and he’s barely aware of how his finger’s doing, until he feels drips of Jensen’s precome on his chest. His other hand is uncoordinated at this angle and under this intense heat and pressure, but he strokes Jensen’s dick, pulling more and more wetness from the head. He moans at the sight of Jensen glistening on his skin, all from the work of his tongue and this one finger. He jacks up higher, rising up on his feet to get more leverage and when Jensen’s lips go tight around his shaft, he’s done, arching up a half dozen times while screaming and thrusting his finger in tighter to Jensen’s hole and squeezing at his cock.
When Jensen’s done drinking up all of Jared, he sits up and just rides Jared’s finger. As Jared’s orgasm tingles through his muscles, he’s drunk with lust at Jensen still going, at begging for more. He gives him his ring finger, pressing hard and fast, watching as they go in deep and slip right out, back in again and out. Jensen’s pace on his hand gets quick and then he’s jerking himself in time with the motions. And Jared knows he’s lost it when his fingers are clenched by the asshole, spasming tight while Jensen shoots cum down onto Jared’s torso. It flows, for a maddeningly long time as Jensen keeps riding the fingers, waiting for every single last muscle to stop curling itself under.
Jensen collapses forward then rolls to his side and Jared won’t let go. When Jensen looks down on him with a raised eyebrow, Jared gives a lazy smirk and a flip of his fingers, which makes Jensen moan in pain. Once Jared releases him, Jensen moves to his back, panting so hard. It takes some time, but Jared finally moves, sliding up Jensen’s body and pressing elbows on either side of his head so he can look down. “Nice wake-up call,” Jensen murmurs as he arches up to kiss Jared.
It’s sloppy and uncoordinated, both still messed up from the intensity of the sex. Jared smacks off and grins, then his hands smooth over Jensen’s forehead and down his temples repeatedly before resting at the top of his head. “Every morning.”
“That?”
“Yes,” Jared smiles.
Jensen watches him and finally breaks a smile. “Excellent.”
Title: Wake-up Call
Words: ~2,300
Rating: NC-17 - swearing and sexes
Warnings: Smut for smut's sake
Summary: He tries to turn his head, tries to catch a glimpse of Jared behind him, but it’s hard at this angle, and anytime he starts to push off the bed, Jared’s hands anchor him right back down. He settles and takes the feelings with him, of Jared’s mouth spreading over his skin, leaving wet hot trails down to his lower back.
Notes: Okay, okay, part three in the sexytiems!verse. This is dedicated to karabou and standing_fic because they said they like this kind of action.
Jensen is plastered to the bed, chest down, face to the side, and pretty incoherent to the world, loving his heavy sleep. He feels suckling on his back, working its way down his spine. He then hears the little smacks of mouth to flesh, tongue making itself known by touch and sound. He inhales sharply and shifts, the muscles in his back bunching up with the movement.
Jared’s hand presses at the small of his back as he tries to move again. “Don’t go anywhere,” he murmurs at his back.
He tries to turn his head, tries to catch a glimpse of Jared behind him, but it’s hard at this angle, and anytime he starts to push off the bed, Jared’s hands anchor him right back down. He settles and takes the feelings with him, of Jared’s mouth spreading over his skin, leaving wet hot trails down to his lower back. There’s a pause, way too long for Jensen’s liking, and he can feel Jared rise behind him as the pressure in the bed shifts. Seconds later, Jared’s blanketing him, skin pressed everywhere, hands stroking down Jensen’s arms. He shifts closer, slipping an arm underneath his neck, palm cradling Jensen’s cheek as he turns him to kiss. The angle’s all wrong, but the tongues are all right, flicking at each other, twirling in the air between their lips.
Jensen feels his own dick furiously pump blood, but then he feels the swell of Jared’s at his ass. And as Jared shifts higher up to get a better angle on his mouth, it’s pressed tight to his back, drips of precome streaking his skin as Jared continues to shift against him. Jensen tries to turn over, but Jared won’t allow it. His other hand presses down on Jensen’s shoulder and his voice is dark, “Don’t move.”
As the kiss deepens, Jared ruts against his back, creating such desperate friction between their bodies as they trap his cock. Jensen can’t believe how insanely hot it is, feeling the press of him so hard and long against his skin, tight between hard planes of his back and Jared’s stomach. It goes on, more precome slicking Jensen’s back, giving Jared a bit of reprieve from the dry friction, and his tongue continues on mercilessly with Jensen’s mouth. “J,” Jensen whimpers into his mouth. “Just do it. Fuck me.”
Jared chuckles around Jensen’s tongue and he moves his mouth over Jensen’s jaw, the line of his neck and finally to his shoulders, biting carefully as he shifts back down Jensen’s body. His palms skate down Jensen’s back and he crawls further down the bed. “What? You want me to fuck you, like you fucked me?”
The angle for Jensen’s head to see Jared is sharp, and he gets just one quick glance. His head falls back into the pillows and he sighs angrily. “Yeah, shit, I do.”
“In the kitchen? Standing up? Bare and open?”
Jensen shifts, rising to his knees and kicking his ass into the air while his head turns, forehead into the pillows. He hears Jared chuckle as his fingers knead into Jensen’s cheeks. Jensen angrily tosses the pillow away, digging his forehead into the mattress and he grunts, “Fuck yes. Just do it.”
Jared kneels behind him, staring at Jensen’s ass up and ready, the tiny pink hole, his dick hanging but stiff and pulling itself up as best it can against gravity. His index finger pats at the skin just above Jensen’s ass before it plucks itself down through the crack, rings around his hole, and then tucks itself under to massage Jensen’s balls. Jensen curses low and gargled, Jared’s not even sure what, but he has him here. Exposed, begging, willing, and he’s not going to let that go unrewarded. Jared murmurs playfully, “You’re probably gonna want that pillow back,” as he gently grabs Jensen’s hips and tugs up, bringing him higher on his knees.
His head is shoved into the mattress at this angle and he’s reaching for another pillow when suddenly there’s a flick at his asshole, tiny and wet and he arches forward with a moan. “Fuck, you’re … ” he trails off as Jared’s hands go wide on his cheeks, pulling away and giving more room.
Jared’s tongue laps over the hole, and again, spreading his spit across the crack. Then he dips back in, twirling it around the rim and smiling at Jensen’s hips bucking away then back into his face. The tongue continues lavishing Jensen’s ass, dipping in and out, twisting within as the muscles clench involuntarily.
Jensen can’t get enough of it, wants to just stand on his hands so Jared can get the right, just right, access to his hole because it’s maddening that the tongue can only get so much of him. He wants to feel the whole length inside him, pressing moist, warm kisses in his ass. He mumbles something so incoherent with want that he can’t even realize what he tried to say, but he’s shifting closer to the headboard. “Just … c’mere.”
He moves in, palm soothing over the curve of Jensen’s ass, “I’m sorry,” he frowns. “Too much?”
With a heavy breath, Jensen sighs, “Not enough. C’mon.” Jensen gathers all the pillows on the bed and tucks them under his chest. He holds himself up on elbows, resting his forehead at his wrists and begs, “Just pull me up. C’mon.”
Jared smirks, long and hard, hand coasting over Jensen’s ass again with the desire to do exactly what Jensen begs of him, and in knowing that Jensen wants this as bad as he does. He crawls closer, hands plying Jensen’s legs even further. He leans in to kiss at the hole again, one quick dip of a tongue, then he sits on his haunches and yanks at Jensen’s hips so he rises into the air and against his chest. Jared moves back in, lips closing around the hole and sucking so hard while his tongue jabs back in. He hums against the skin, making Jensen moan and shiver all over. Tiny blonde hairs perk up across his thighs and ass. Jared rings an arm around Jensen’s waist, heaving him closer while the other settles across his cheeks, pulling one even further away so he can dig right in, lick every inch his tongue can reach and soak up the hole with his spit.
Jensen’s grumbling and moaning and it’s pretty much nonsense. It’s so insanely hot and beyond his imagination, but at the same time, he thinks about the fact that their dicks are awfully hard and not getting anything out of this. So he hitches himself up on one arm and reaches underneath for Jared. He knows the second he’s got him because Jared’s head stutters from its assault on his asshole and he’s groaning, the noise vibrating through his tongue and into Jensen. Jensen does his best to keep stroking, but it’s difficult at this angle, with his own weight pressed down on one arm and Jared working him raw and wet and open.
And Jared knows it, too. He’s perfectly fine with taking Jensen’s hole, having all attention on that one moment. But the second Jensen grabs him, he wants more, and feels the pricks inside him multiply. With heavy breathing, he backs off, lets Jensen down to his knees while he rubs at his lower back.
Jensen reaches back again, given some reprieve of burning muscles trussed up in the air. It’s still not perfect, but Jared’s moaning and jacking up into his fist. “Alright,” Jared pants, “Hang on.” He closes his eyes at the notion, steadies his lungs and lays back, spreads himself beneath Jensen.
When Jared’s all laid out, hands going to Jensen’s ass to guide him down, Jensen looks down on Jared’s dick, hard and leaking below him and he sighs. “Oh, man.”
Jared chuckles, “Yeah, c’mon.” And he tugs down on his hips as he leans up to lick back at Jensen’s hole.
Jensen’s back to grinding down on Jared’s face and it takes a few seconds for him to even out enough that he can focus on other things, like lowering himself, mouth open and swallowing Jared in one movement.
He bucks up, moans against Jensen’s hole and whimpers at the dark heat enveloping him. He can barely move as Jensen so quickly yanks up and down with one hand while his mouth soaks his dick with messy saliva and choked groans, rumbling against his skin. It’s all good, almost too good, and his head thunks back into the mattress, unable to keep the angle on his neck, unable to even focus on what he wants to do to Jensen right there because Jensen has him anchored with that big, wet mouth on his cock. His eyes slide closed as he admits defeat on the whole rimming escapade, but soon enough, he slides his middle finger in, the other digits splaying across Jensen’s ass and palming him. Jared doesn’t bother moving it in and out, not even sure he can handle that much coordination as he can’t ignore the damp, hollow cave of Jensen’s mouth burrowing down over his dick, again and again and again. Instead, he just holds the long finger in tight, wiggling and circling around.
Jensen rocks back onto Jared’s finger in rhythm with his bobbing. He gets so heated by it all that he wraps his hands under Jared’s thighs, squeezes and lifts, bringing Jared even deeper into his mouth. Jared soon follows suit and pumps his hips up, and when it starts getting fierce, he’s panting and Jensen’s holding still, and he’s just amping right up, fucking Jensen’s lips, his mouth. His head picks up for a few seconds, to see the length of Jensen’s body sliding forward and back, from Jared’s dick down to his fingers. He flops back down to the mattress and watches his fingers jerk into Jensen’s hole. “Shit, Jensen. This is fucking hot.” His other palm coasts over Jensen's ass with meaning. "You're so hot. My God."
He nods then pulls off and licks the whole length of Jared’s cock in agreement. The finger in Jensen’s ass gets more frantic and sharp as everything sizzles beneath Jared’s skin. He can’t control his thrusts up to Jensen’s mouth, and he’s barely aware of how his finger’s doing, until he feels drips of Jensen’s precome on his chest. His other hand is uncoordinated at this angle and under this intense heat and pressure, but he strokes Jensen’s dick, pulling more and more wetness from the head. He moans at the sight of Jensen glistening on his skin, all from the work of his tongue and this one finger. He jacks up higher, rising up on his feet to get more leverage and when Jensen’s lips go tight around his shaft, he’s done, arching up a half dozen times while screaming and thrusting his finger in tighter to Jensen’s hole and squeezing at his cock.
When Jensen’s done drinking up all of Jared, he sits up and just rides Jared’s finger. As Jared’s orgasm tingles through his muscles, he’s drunk with lust at Jensen still going, at begging for more. He gives him his ring finger, pressing hard and fast, watching as they go in deep and slip right out, back in again and out. Jensen’s pace on his hand gets quick and then he’s jerking himself in time with the motions. And Jared knows he’s lost it when his fingers are clenched by the asshole, spasming tight while Jensen shoots cum down onto Jared’s torso. It flows, for a maddeningly long time as Jensen keeps riding the fingers, waiting for every single last muscle to stop curling itself under.
Jensen collapses forward then rolls to his side and Jared won’t let go. When Jensen looks down on him with a raised eyebrow, Jared gives a lazy smirk and a flip of his fingers, which makes Jensen moan in pain. Once Jared releases him, Jensen moves to his back, panting so hard. It takes some time, but Jared finally moves, sliding up Jensen’s body and pressing elbows on either side of his head so he can look down. “Nice wake-up call,” Jensen murmurs as he arches up to kiss Jared.
It’s sloppy and uncoordinated, both still messed up from the intensity of the sex. Jared smacks off and grins, then his hands smooth over Jensen’s forehead and down his temples repeatedly before resting at the top of his head. “Every morning.”
“That?”
“Yes,” Jared smiles.
Jensen watches him and finally breaks a smile. “Excellent.”