NC-17 | Write Out Loud
Title: Write Out Loud
Words: 2,500
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Wherein Jensen gets ridiculously jealous while they’re signing autographs and decides to make a point.
Notes: Written for the Possession Challenge in topjensen_dean. Not exactly intended for the smut for smut's sake verse, but I don't have any reason to say it's not, so take this however you like. Title is a slogan for the product featured within :-D
They’ve appeared at enough conventions and fan events that Jensen is fully aware of how much Jared lights up when he’s in the spotlight. His laughter is brighter, the smile wider, his humor sharper. But Vancouver is the first one they’re doing as a couple … or fucking … whatever it is they’re doing. Which Jensen figures is why he’s having issue with watching Jared playfully flirt with all the fans and taking charge of most conversations. It’s disturbing to feel this burn in his chest and stomach, and even more so since he doesn’t really know why it’s suddenly there. The feeling subsides each time Jared addresses him and they banter, like they do so well with their differing attitudes: Jared good-humored and Jensen dry fit together so perfectly. And each time they have those moments, Jensen smiles a little quicker, laughs a little harder, feels the wit rise up easily. It’s good when these moments come, but it kills when they go away. Like everything fades away.
He feels it just as strongly when they’re signing autographs, as Jared sweetly addresses each fan. Asking each one’s name like he’s going to remember it. Smiling like it’s the most important thing he has to do. Listening to every word they feed him. Jensen’s doing his best through it all, and actually is being more thoughtful with the fans than he can remember in recent memory because he’s trying to focus more on them than on how Jared’s affable nature is fucking his brain and intestines.
They get a break and are led to a side room where they can take a breath and pull back the masks they put up to be utterly happy and ridiculously open when they normally aren’t. Jensen sees Jared’s face slip down to relaxed, and his posture does the same, long legs stretching out before him and arms hanging lazily, one at the nearby table and the other in his lap. He smiles at Jensen, small and quick but it’s Jensen’s smile. The one Jared gives him when he’s feeling easy and loose and happy in general just being around him.
Jensen closes his eyes and tries to rationalize his feelings over the day with the warmth he gets from that smile. He quirks an eyebrow and leans his head to the side, drawing confusion from Jared. “Talk to you for a minute?” he asks easily, like it’s absolutely normal that he wants to go somewhere else and be alone.
Jared smiles and nods. “Sure thing.” As they walk out the door and into the hallway, he asks, “What’s up?”
He won’t answer but leads Jared to a darkened room. He nods Jared through the door then shuts it, carefully locking it.
“Dude, you okay?”
Jensen chuckles. “You really stretchin’ it today, aren’t you?”
“Huh?” Jared’s confusion grows as Jensen just smiles and closes in on him, forcing him into the wall.
He doesn’t say anything else, but he’s still smiling because he’s finally alone with Jared. This is them here, and no one else sees how mellow Jared can really be. “I was thinking … signing everything.” Jensen’s hands grab at the fabric of Jared’s shirt just above his belt. “You were being impossibly kind to every single person.”
Jared smirks and sighs easily while going between Jensen’s hands on his shirt and Jensen’s eyes, and he’s sees Jensen doing pretty much the same thing. “I like the fans.”
As Jensen slowly pulls at Jared’s shirt, releasing it from being tucked, he says gently, “I know you like being on the spot.”
“I like talking to them.”
“You like talking,” Jensen murmurs with a smirk as he raises the shirt up near Jared’s neck and holds it with one hand.
His voice goes light, like he’s a little distracted but also slightly bemused. “I like hearing what they have to say. I thought you liked it, too.”
Jensen pulls a marker from his pocket and yanks the top of with his teeth. It stays in his mouth as he replies, “What I like … is you.” He draws with the Sharpie just over one edge of Jared’s chest.
The muscles in Jared’s torso flex then ripple as the marker coasts down to his pants. He tries to look down, but Jensen’s hand moves to his jaw, holding him carefully and steady so he can look right into his eyes. There’s a glint in them as he smirks around the black cap still clenched between his teeth. Another line is drawn down and Jensen pushes the marker back into the cap. “What’d you write?” Jared asks easily yet a little shaky because it’s weird to him, this Jensen is unusual
Jensen releases his chin and uses both hands to hold the shirt up so Jared can see his scribbles. Jared laughs, nerves replaced by humor. Because just below Jared’s right nipple is Jensen’s signature accompanied bytwo lines, one on each side, running from the edges of his upper chest right down to his waist.
“What’s this?”
“I’m autographing you,” Jensen says with a ‘duh’ quality to his voice. “I’ve signed for you.” He leans in close millimeters from Jared’s mouth while his hands follow the lines. “I get this. All of this.”
Jared smiles and closes the space, kissing Jensen, sucking quickly on his lips with play and a smile. “You didn’t have to make it official,” he murmurs between kisses.
“Wanted to,” he replies while his hands grope the chest. They run down Jared’s sides, squeezing at his waist.
Jared’s hands grip Jensen’s waist and pull him in close so they’re pressed together and the kiss deepens, Jared doing his best to drive it. He laps at Jensen’s tongue. Then the tip runs the slick underside of Jensen’s tongue just the way he knows Jensen likes it and they’re moaning together as their hips press into each other.
Jensen’s hands deftly work Jared’s belt and his hand lips into Jared’s boxers and strokes his hardening dick. “Be glad I didn’t sign this.”
He chuckles into Jensen’s mouth. “I’d like that, too.”
Without a word, Jensen drops to his knees, pulling Jared’s pants and boxers to floor with him. He closes his mouth around Jared’s dick and slides right down, taking it all, the head bumping the back of his throat and his nose barely touching the flat of Jared’s abdomen. Jared moans, his hands cupping the back of Jensen’s head as he edges himself closer, if at all possible.
“God, Jen,” he sighs while watching how Jensen takes him down and begins bobbing over him. Jared’s not sure he’ll ever get over this sight, the top of Jensen’s head, the fat lips curled around him. “Fuck. You can have … shit,” he breathes out as his blood pumps harder, as Jensen moves faster on him. “This is yours. Promise.”
Jensen pops off obscenely loud and wet. His hands run the back of Jared’s thighs with care, fingers gracing the skin gently as he looks up at Jared. The lips are more plump and red than ever, worn on Jared’s dick and wet with saliva and precome. “Turn around?” he asks quietly.
Jared shakes his head with a light sigh and his mouth turns up just a bit while his hands stroke Jensen’s head. He’s lost in the moment of watching Jensen down below him.
“Turn around,” Jensen says with more push in his voice. He squeezes at Jared’s legs to encourage him.
“You gonna sign my ass?” Jared asks on a chuckle.
“Turn. Around.”
Jared’s eyebrows rise and he takes a shaky breath. “Yeah, of course,” he nods, and does so.
Jensen’s palms skate up Jared’s thighs. One holds the back of Jared’s shirt up while the other circles Jared’s cheeks, squeezing before he pushes them apart. He dips in, licking at the upper edge of Jared’s crack and slowly moving his way down, tongue flattening itself between his cheeks as it slides down to his asshole. It flicks in, but his nose is creating more sensation as it presses in tight to the skin.
“You really wanna do this here?”
He hears the apprehension in Jared’s voice and he pulls away. He rises and leans against Jared’s back as his hands slide over Jared’s hips and down around his cheeks. They continue with the soothing path while he says at Jared’s ear, “I wanna do this everywhere.”
Jared shifts to turn, but Jensen nudges him back, to stay in place. “Jen, c’mon,” he prods.
Jensen moves away, grabbing the marker he’d easily discarded earlier and Jared shifts towards him. But once Jensen’s standing he turns Jared back to the wall. A hand presses at Jared’s back while Jensen tugs the cap off with his teeth again. His voice comes out level even while it’s imperfect around the marker top. “You ever see that Pixar film? With all the seagulls?”
The felt tip courses new patterns across his back. “What’re you writing now?”
“Just hang on.” Jensen lifts Jared’s arm and he writes on Jared’s side, across the edge of his ribcage. “Okay,” he says happily as he squeezes his palm around Jared’s hip.
Jared twists to see the ink and he chuckles once more, amused with Jensen’s artwork. Because he can see the beginning of a few words working their way around his lower back, but clearly across his side is the word Mine. “You’re crazy.”
“You’re mine,” Jensen mouths at Jared’s cheek. His fingers drag at the underside of Jared’s ass, up on cheek then across the other before settling at the rim of his asshole. “I’m gonna do this right here, right now, okay?”
Even with the question, the tone of Jensen’s voice makes no room for argument so Jared just nods. Because Jensen’s signed his chest and made declarations across his back as to who he belongs to, and even with the awkward notion of doing this here, just down the hall from hundreds of fans, he knows Jensen’s not wrong about this.
He moans at the instant press of Jensen’s index finger inside and he pushes back on it while rocking his hips. “You’re right, you are.”
“Mmhmm,” Jensen murmurs with a smile at Jared’s neck as he sucks along the smooth skin.
Jared’s arm curls back, hooking Jensen closer as a second finger enters him and the other hand presses tight into his belly. Forcing him in this spot with little chance of doing anything other than take it. “C’mere,” he asks gently. “I wanna see you.”
Jensen moves back but his fingers stay, slipping in and out with the same pressure as Jared turns. He presses back into Jared so that the only thing between the wall and Jared’s back is his hand. It works Jared’s hole open and fingertips coast across his prostate.
His eyelids drop halfway and he smiles at Jensen while his fingers mess with Jensen’s belt, the sensations coursing his veins slowing his movements. He works Jensen’s pants and boxers partway down his thighs and he finds Jensen fully hard. Jared whimpers at the feeling of the stiffness in his palm, the ripple of veins, and how easily Jensen rocks into his hand while he strokes him.
They’re not even kissing, just watching each other, eyes locked in, tiny matching smiles. Jared’s drunk on the power and patience Jensen’s exuding here, loving this moment.
Jensen smoothly slips a third finger in and Jared has to take a deep breath against the stretch. “God, you’re tricky,” he smirks.
“I can stop if you want.” But the depth in Jensen’s voice warns Jared that he really won’t. Jensen closes in, barely kissing him. Against his lips, he says, “I want you. Right here. Right now.”
“Yeah, I want you, too.” Jared kisses back, plunging his tongue in, and it gets fierce in this moment contradicting everything before that was slow and seemingly calculated. Jensen’s fingers tuck in tighter, the pressure forcing Jared against him and his hand is locked between them, still on Jensen’s dick. The force traps his own dick, which hasn’t been touched since Jensen sucked him, and he wants this as soon as possible. He licks his palm, sloppy and wet, and strokes Jensen quick.
Jensen takes it as the sign he doesn’t exactly need, but wants, and he withdraws his fingers. His hands guide Jared back towards the wall and he guides himself to the hole.
Jared’s palms press into the wall and he pushes his ass back. He stretches around the head of Jensen’s dick, and he whimpers because as much as he loves this from Jensen, loves when Jensen takes him, it still burns like the first time. He rests his forearm to the wall and his forehead to his wrist as he moves back on Jensen, as they find a steady rhythm and Jensen breathes against his shoulder.
Within a minute, they’re moving easily. Jensen sliding in and up while Jared bumps back onto Jensen and takes every stroke. There’s heavy breathing between them, grunting, and the slapping of skin on skin as Jensen’s body meets Jared’s, and they’re the only sounds in the room. One of Jensen’s hands stays on Jared’s hip while the other comes across his chest, palm covering the autograph and Jared laughs at the sight. But then he’s wincing as the fingertips curl into his skin as if reminding him it’s there. And Jared laughs again because there’s no way he can forget it.
Jensen starts pounding faster, harder, slapping his body faster with his own. Jared’s rutting right back on him, clenching his hole as his orgasm builds and trying to give Jensen more sensation. Jensen’s cursing against Jared’s neck and his mouth finally settles on the skin, open and wet but not doing much more because he can only focus on the warmth covering his dick as he continually enters Jared, as he pushes right into him. His hand remains over his signature and the other grabs Jared’s dick, jacking him off quickly. It’s in rhythm with their bodies, frantic and messy. “Mine,” he mumbles against Jared’s neck, and again at his ear, again at his cheek.
Jared’s nodding, unable to work his mouth to say anything because seconds later he’s shaking and coming, spilling over Jensen’s hand, which keeps going, working Jared through it.
As the muscles clench and stiffen throughout Jared’s body, Jensen grips Jared around the chest with tight, flat palms as he jerks a few more times and finally pushes deep inside, hitting the furthest stretch of Jared’s ass. He comes inside Jared, all of it surrounding him and heightening every sensation within. As he levels off, as their breathing steadies, Jensen’s mouth closes over the skin where Jared’s shoulder meets his neck, tongue pressing with his kiss.
Jared snakes an arm around to hold Jensen against him, his palm at Jensen’s lower back. “Well,” he mumbles, voice rough and low, “I think you’ve made your point.”
“Yeah?” Jensen mouths along Jared’s skin. “I wasn’t sure it came across right.”
As the separate, Jared runs a hand down his chest and over Jensen’s markings and he smiles. “Message received. Loud and clear.”
Words: 2,500
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Wherein Jensen gets ridiculously jealous while they’re signing autographs and decides to make a point.
Notes: Written for the Possession Challenge in topjensen_dean. Not exactly intended for the smut for smut's sake verse, but I don't have any reason to say it's not, so take this however you like. Title is a slogan for the product featured within :-D
They’ve appeared at enough conventions and fan events that Jensen is fully aware of how much Jared lights up when he’s in the spotlight. His laughter is brighter, the smile wider, his humor sharper. But Vancouver is the first one they’re doing as a couple … or fucking … whatever it is they’re doing. Which Jensen figures is why he’s having issue with watching Jared playfully flirt with all the fans and taking charge of most conversations. It’s disturbing to feel this burn in his chest and stomach, and even more so since he doesn’t really know why it’s suddenly there. The feeling subsides each time Jared addresses him and they banter, like they do so well with their differing attitudes: Jared good-humored and Jensen dry fit together so perfectly. And each time they have those moments, Jensen smiles a little quicker, laughs a little harder, feels the wit rise up easily. It’s good when these moments come, but it kills when they go away. Like everything fades away.
He feels it just as strongly when they’re signing autographs, as Jared sweetly addresses each fan. Asking each one’s name like he’s going to remember it. Smiling like it’s the most important thing he has to do. Listening to every word they feed him. Jensen’s doing his best through it all, and actually is being more thoughtful with the fans than he can remember in recent memory because he’s trying to focus more on them than on how Jared’s affable nature is fucking his brain and intestines.
They get a break and are led to a side room where they can take a breath and pull back the masks they put up to be utterly happy and ridiculously open when they normally aren’t. Jensen sees Jared’s face slip down to relaxed, and his posture does the same, long legs stretching out before him and arms hanging lazily, one at the nearby table and the other in his lap. He smiles at Jensen, small and quick but it’s Jensen’s smile. The one Jared gives him when he’s feeling easy and loose and happy in general just being around him.
Jensen closes his eyes and tries to rationalize his feelings over the day with the warmth he gets from that smile. He quirks an eyebrow and leans his head to the side, drawing confusion from Jared. “Talk to you for a minute?” he asks easily, like it’s absolutely normal that he wants to go somewhere else and be alone.
Jared smiles and nods. “Sure thing.” As they walk out the door and into the hallway, he asks, “What’s up?”
He won’t answer but leads Jared to a darkened room. He nods Jared through the door then shuts it, carefully locking it.
“Dude, you okay?”
Jensen chuckles. “You really stretchin’ it today, aren’t you?”
“Huh?” Jared’s confusion grows as Jensen just smiles and closes in on him, forcing him into the wall.
He doesn’t say anything else, but he’s still smiling because he’s finally alone with Jared. This is them here, and no one else sees how mellow Jared can really be. “I was thinking … signing everything.” Jensen’s hands grab at the fabric of Jared’s shirt just above his belt. “You were being impossibly kind to every single person.”
Jared smirks and sighs easily while going between Jensen’s hands on his shirt and Jensen’s eyes, and he’s sees Jensen doing pretty much the same thing. “I like the fans.”
As Jensen slowly pulls at Jared’s shirt, releasing it from being tucked, he says gently, “I know you like being on the spot.”
“I like talking to them.”
“You like talking,” Jensen murmurs with a smirk as he raises the shirt up near Jared’s neck and holds it with one hand.
His voice goes light, like he’s a little distracted but also slightly bemused. “I like hearing what they have to say. I thought you liked it, too.”
Jensen pulls a marker from his pocket and yanks the top of with his teeth. It stays in his mouth as he replies, “What I like … is you.” He draws with the Sharpie just over one edge of Jared’s chest.
The muscles in Jared’s torso flex then ripple as the marker coasts down to his pants. He tries to look down, but Jensen’s hand moves to his jaw, holding him carefully and steady so he can look right into his eyes. There’s a glint in them as he smirks around the black cap still clenched between his teeth. Another line is drawn down and Jensen pushes the marker back into the cap. “What’d you write?” Jared asks easily yet a little shaky because it’s weird to him, this Jensen is unusual
Jensen releases his chin and uses both hands to hold the shirt up so Jared can see his scribbles. Jared laughs, nerves replaced by humor. Because just below Jared’s right nipple is Jensen’s signature accompanied bytwo lines, one on each side, running from the edges of his upper chest right down to his waist.
“What’s this?”
“I’m autographing you,” Jensen says with a ‘duh’ quality to his voice. “I’ve signed for you.” He leans in close millimeters from Jared’s mouth while his hands follow the lines. “I get this. All of this.”
Jared smiles and closes the space, kissing Jensen, sucking quickly on his lips with play and a smile. “You didn’t have to make it official,” he murmurs between kisses.
“Wanted to,” he replies while his hands grope the chest. They run down Jared’s sides, squeezing at his waist.
Jared’s hands grip Jensen’s waist and pull him in close so they’re pressed together and the kiss deepens, Jared doing his best to drive it. He laps at Jensen’s tongue. Then the tip runs the slick underside of Jensen’s tongue just the way he knows Jensen likes it and they’re moaning together as their hips press into each other.
Jensen’s hands deftly work Jared’s belt and his hand lips into Jared’s boxers and strokes his hardening dick. “Be glad I didn’t sign this.”
He chuckles into Jensen’s mouth. “I’d like that, too.”
Without a word, Jensen drops to his knees, pulling Jared’s pants and boxers to floor with him. He closes his mouth around Jared’s dick and slides right down, taking it all, the head bumping the back of his throat and his nose barely touching the flat of Jared’s abdomen. Jared moans, his hands cupping the back of Jensen’s head as he edges himself closer, if at all possible.
“God, Jen,” he sighs while watching how Jensen takes him down and begins bobbing over him. Jared’s not sure he’ll ever get over this sight, the top of Jensen’s head, the fat lips curled around him. “Fuck. You can have … shit,” he breathes out as his blood pumps harder, as Jensen moves faster on him. “This is yours. Promise.”
Jensen pops off obscenely loud and wet. His hands run the back of Jared’s thighs with care, fingers gracing the skin gently as he looks up at Jared. The lips are more plump and red than ever, worn on Jared’s dick and wet with saliva and precome. “Turn around?” he asks quietly.
Jared shakes his head with a light sigh and his mouth turns up just a bit while his hands stroke Jensen’s head. He’s lost in the moment of watching Jensen down below him.
“Turn around,” Jensen says with more push in his voice. He squeezes at Jared’s legs to encourage him.
“You gonna sign my ass?” Jared asks on a chuckle.
“Turn. Around.”
Jared’s eyebrows rise and he takes a shaky breath. “Yeah, of course,” he nods, and does so.
Jensen’s palms skate up Jared’s thighs. One holds the back of Jared’s shirt up while the other circles Jared’s cheeks, squeezing before he pushes them apart. He dips in, licking at the upper edge of Jared’s crack and slowly moving his way down, tongue flattening itself between his cheeks as it slides down to his asshole. It flicks in, but his nose is creating more sensation as it presses in tight to the skin.
“You really wanna do this here?”
He hears the apprehension in Jared’s voice and he pulls away. He rises and leans against Jared’s back as his hands slide over Jared’s hips and down around his cheeks. They continue with the soothing path while he says at Jared’s ear, “I wanna do this everywhere.”
Jared shifts to turn, but Jensen nudges him back, to stay in place. “Jen, c’mon,” he prods.
Jensen moves away, grabbing the marker he’d easily discarded earlier and Jared shifts towards him. But once Jensen’s standing he turns Jared back to the wall. A hand presses at Jared’s back while Jensen tugs the cap off with his teeth again. His voice comes out level even while it’s imperfect around the marker top. “You ever see that Pixar film? With all the seagulls?”
The felt tip courses new patterns across his back. “What’re you writing now?”
“Just hang on.” Jensen lifts Jared’s arm and he writes on Jared’s side, across the edge of his ribcage. “Okay,” he says happily as he squeezes his palm around Jared’s hip.
Jared twists to see the ink and he chuckles once more, amused with Jensen’s artwork. Because he can see the beginning of a few words working their way around his lower back, but clearly across his side is the word Mine. “You’re crazy.”
“You’re mine,” Jensen mouths at Jared’s cheek. His fingers drag at the underside of Jared’s ass, up on cheek then across the other before settling at the rim of his asshole. “I’m gonna do this right here, right now, okay?”
Even with the question, the tone of Jensen’s voice makes no room for argument so Jared just nods. Because Jensen’s signed his chest and made declarations across his back as to who he belongs to, and even with the awkward notion of doing this here, just down the hall from hundreds of fans, he knows Jensen’s not wrong about this.
He moans at the instant press of Jensen’s index finger inside and he pushes back on it while rocking his hips. “You’re right, you are.”
“Mmhmm,” Jensen murmurs with a smile at Jared’s neck as he sucks along the smooth skin.
Jared’s arm curls back, hooking Jensen closer as a second finger enters him and the other hand presses tight into his belly. Forcing him in this spot with little chance of doing anything other than take it. “C’mere,” he asks gently. “I wanna see you.”
Jensen moves back but his fingers stay, slipping in and out with the same pressure as Jared turns. He presses back into Jared so that the only thing between the wall and Jared’s back is his hand. It works Jared’s hole open and fingertips coast across his prostate.
His eyelids drop halfway and he smiles at Jensen while his fingers mess with Jensen’s belt, the sensations coursing his veins slowing his movements. He works Jensen’s pants and boxers partway down his thighs and he finds Jensen fully hard. Jared whimpers at the feeling of the stiffness in his palm, the ripple of veins, and how easily Jensen rocks into his hand while he strokes him.
They’re not even kissing, just watching each other, eyes locked in, tiny matching smiles. Jared’s drunk on the power and patience Jensen’s exuding here, loving this moment.
Jensen smoothly slips a third finger in and Jared has to take a deep breath against the stretch. “God, you’re tricky,” he smirks.
“I can stop if you want.” But the depth in Jensen’s voice warns Jared that he really won’t. Jensen closes in, barely kissing him. Against his lips, he says, “I want you. Right here. Right now.”
“Yeah, I want you, too.” Jared kisses back, plunging his tongue in, and it gets fierce in this moment contradicting everything before that was slow and seemingly calculated. Jensen’s fingers tuck in tighter, the pressure forcing Jared against him and his hand is locked between them, still on Jensen’s dick. The force traps his own dick, which hasn’t been touched since Jensen sucked him, and he wants this as soon as possible. He licks his palm, sloppy and wet, and strokes Jensen quick.
Jensen takes it as the sign he doesn’t exactly need, but wants, and he withdraws his fingers. His hands guide Jared back towards the wall and he guides himself to the hole.
Jared’s palms press into the wall and he pushes his ass back. He stretches around the head of Jensen’s dick, and he whimpers because as much as he loves this from Jensen, loves when Jensen takes him, it still burns like the first time. He rests his forearm to the wall and his forehead to his wrist as he moves back on Jensen, as they find a steady rhythm and Jensen breathes against his shoulder.
Within a minute, they’re moving easily. Jensen sliding in and up while Jared bumps back onto Jensen and takes every stroke. There’s heavy breathing between them, grunting, and the slapping of skin on skin as Jensen’s body meets Jared’s, and they’re the only sounds in the room. One of Jensen’s hands stays on Jared’s hip while the other comes across his chest, palm covering the autograph and Jared laughs at the sight. But then he’s wincing as the fingertips curl into his skin as if reminding him it’s there. And Jared laughs again because there’s no way he can forget it.
Jensen starts pounding faster, harder, slapping his body faster with his own. Jared’s rutting right back on him, clenching his hole as his orgasm builds and trying to give Jensen more sensation. Jensen’s cursing against Jared’s neck and his mouth finally settles on the skin, open and wet but not doing much more because he can only focus on the warmth covering his dick as he continually enters Jared, as he pushes right into him. His hand remains over his signature and the other grabs Jared’s dick, jacking him off quickly. It’s in rhythm with their bodies, frantic and messy. “Mine,” he mumbles against Jared’s neck, and again at his ear, again at his cheek.
Jared’s nodding, unable to work his mouth to say anything because seconds later he’s shaking and coming, spilling over Jensen’s hand, which keeps going, working Jared through it.
As the muscles clench and stiffen throughout Jared’s body, Jensen grips Jared around the chest with tight, flat palms as he jerks a few more times and finally pushes deep inside, hitting the furthest stretch of Jared’s ass. He comes inside Jared, all of it surrounding him and heightening every sensation within. As he levels off, as their breathing steadies, Jensen’s mouth closes over the skin where Jared’s shoulder meets his neck, tongue pressing with his kiss.
Jared snakes an arm around to hold Jensen against him, his palm at Jensen’s lower back. “Well,” he mumbles, voice rough and low, “I think you’ve made your point.”
“Yeah?” Jensen mouths along Jared’s skin. “I wasn’t sure it came across right.”
As the separate, Jared runs a hand down his chest and over Jensen’s markings and he smiles. “Message received. Loud and clear.”