Dean Winchester | Supernatural | openwherever_i_roamJuly 8 2012, 04:12:08 UTC
1. roleplay
Dean's had to wear all sorts of costumes before. It kind of came with the job, you know? But surprisingly, he'd barely ever dressed up for something like this. And yeah, okay, maybe it wasn't the best costume he'd ever tossed together, but he thought he looked damn good in it. He flashed a mischievous smile as he reclined back, tipping his cowboy hat down and crossing his legs at the ankles. He had on jeans, boots, the whole nine.
"Something I can help you with there?"
2. tease and denial
His smirk was all promise and excitement as he leaned back on the bed, legs spread and elbows keeping him propped up. He stroked a hand lightly over his hard,neglected cock, breathing out a pleasant sigh. "So, you really think you can get me to give up before you?"
He shrugged and finally relented, laying back with his arms folded behind his head. "Go for it then."
(Open to other prompts too, just ask! Everything's cool as long as it doesn't involve any permanent mutilation, sounding, or fisting pretty much.)
Jesus, this was driving him insane. His body bucked up when nails raked down his stomach, muscles twitching under the attention. No way in hell was he ready to beg yet though. He bit his lower lip as he watched his twin work above him, grabbing the lube.
This was fucking hot and he didn't care how sick that was. "Not movin'."
Dean would be disappointed if his double gave in so easily. He had hours worth of teasing planned. "Good. I'd hate to have to restrain you." Only not really.
He pressed slippery fingers against Dean's entrance and gently worked them in while his mouth returned to Dean's still hard cock. He sucked him down deep and teased at the length, just playing with him for now. Keeping him on edge.
He groaned deeply when his twin's fingers worked inside him and when that warm, wet mouth enveloped him again. He rolled his hips, grinding back on those fingers as one hand dropped to tangle in Dean's hair. He tightened his hold, tugging lightly.
The hair tug definitely turned his crank. Of course, his twin would know that. Then again, Dean didn't expect to get through this without tormenting himself a little, too. It was all good. He liked to be denied as much as he liked doing it.
He was happy to suck Dean off lazily while his fingers worked inside him, opening him up. After he was sure Dean could take more, he pulled back off his cock and withdrew his fingers.
In truth, he'd thought about what it would be like to fuck himself before. The reality was so much better than the imagining. After he slicked his cock with the lube and slowly pushed into his double, he settled fully against him and groaned deeply. "Fuck, that's good..."
He knew all the little tricks, yeah, knew how to get a rise out of himself and what would get him craving even more. It was a two-way street, but Dean was having a lot of fun.
And damn, it was a little weird being on the receiving end of this, being the one spread out under himself, stretched and filled. Never thought he'd actually see what he looked like during sex... not bad. Really fucking hot actually and he didn't care if that made him narcissistic or what. "Yeah..."
He rolled his hips up, groaning at the feel of him as his legs came up around his twin's hips, tugging him even closer. "Feels so damn good."
At first, he kept the pace slow and easy. Once he was sure his twin was adjusted, the pace picked up. His hips hammered into Dean harder and faster. What better way to see his face change and twist up in need?
Dean's hand slipped down from his double's hip and wrapped around his cock, stroking him in time with the thrusting. He kept a close eye on the telltale signs, though. Didn't want him coming yet.
Dean let out a low moan as he adjusted, eyes drifting shut to just focus on the slow pace... well, at least until his twin started hammering into him like that. Dean gasped, eyes shooting open wide as his nails bit into his twin's shoulders.
Holy fuck.
He was totally going to deny practically screaming later at the pleasure and the way his body writhed for more of it, bucked up into him. "God-- yes, fuck--"
It was so difficult to do what he did next, but the payoff would be worth it. When he knew Dean was really, desperately into it, he thrust in hard and deep and then... stopped. His hips stopped and his hand settled at the base of his twin's cock, holding on tight enough to hold back the pleasure that had been building. Keep him on edge.
Oh, son of a bitch. Dean couldn't even form words beyond a low, desperate groan as his double came to a complete stop. It took awhile to even remember how to form words as he grabbed at the sheets underneath him, holding on tight.
"Jesus... fuck, you weren't lying about teasing," he panted. Knew his other self hadn't been... he wouldn't have been just joking. "Jesus, come on..."
"Would I lie to me?" Dean asked, panting and grinning smugly down at his twin. At the demand, Dean gave his double's cock another teasing squeeze. "Mmmm... I'll think about it."
The squeeze earned another desperate groan and he started to roll his hips up, trying to grind up against him. "Know you're dyin' to give in too, man... you gotta be, if I know myself."
"Maybe." Dean's free hand moved to press down against Dean's hip to hold him still. "But you and I both know how much I love to be denied."
And since he knew just exactly how much Dean was capable of taking, he was willing to push the limits. He might never get another chance to see himself getting one of his favorite fantasies. Certainly not from himself.
He let out a low huff, but he couldn't really argue with it. Nothing was hotter than knowing he was with somebody who knew exactly how far to push it, how much he could take. Hey, he had a few years on his twin too... he'd like to think he'd gotten even better at this kind of thing.
"Oh, I am. Believe me. I expect no hold barred, too." He winked at his twin and started to move again, fast and hard. No build up this time. He wanted Dean back in a frenzy as soon as possible.
"I'll have you begging in no time," he promised, managing a grin before the son of a bitch decided to move again, hard and fast. Damn, he tried to hold it back, but it wrenched a cry from him anyway. He grabbed at the other's shoulders, holding tight as his thighs tightened around his hips.
Dean's had to wear all sorts of costumes before. It kind of came with the job, you know? But surprisingly, he'd barely ever dressed up for something like this. And yeah, okay, maybe it wasn't the best costume he'd ever tossed together, but he thought he looked damn good in it. He flashed a mischievous smile as he reclined back, tipping his cowboy hat down and crossing his legs at the ankles. He had on jeans, boots, the whole nine.
"Something I can help you with there?"
2. tease and denial
His smirk was all promise and excitement as he leaned back on the bed, legs spread and elbows keeping him propped up. He stroked a hand lightly over his hard,neglected cock, breathing out a pleasant sigh. "So, you really think you can get me to give up before you?"
He shrugged and finally relented, laying back with his arms folded behind his head. "Go for it then."
(Open to other prompts too, just ask! Everything's cool as long as it doesn't involve any permanent mutilation, sounding, or fisting pretty much.)
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This was fucking hot and he didn't care how sick that was. "Not movin'."
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He pressed slippery fingers against Dean's entrance and gently worked them in while his mouth returned to Dean's still hard cock. He sucked him down deep and teased at the length, just playing with him for now. Keeping him on edge.
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He was happy to suck Dean off lazily while his fingers worked inside him, opening him up. After he was sure Dean could take more, he pulled back off his cock and withdrew his fingers.
In truth, he'd thought about what it would be like to fuck himself before. The reality was so much better than the imagining. After he slicked his cock with the lube and slowly pushed into his double, he settled fully against him and groaned deeply. "Fuck, that's good..."
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And damn, it was a little weird being on the receiving end of this, being the one spread out under himself, stretched and filled. Never thought he'd actually see what he looked like during sex... not bad. Really fucking hot actually and he didn't care if that made him narcissistic or what. "Yeah..."
He rolled his hips up, groaning at the feel of him as his legs came up around his twin's hips, tugging him even closer. "Feels so damn good."
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Dean's hand slipped down from his double's hip and wrapped around his cock, stroking him in time with the thrusting. He kept a close eye on the telltale signs, though. Didn't want him coming yet.
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Holy fuck.
He was totally going to deny practically screaming later at the pleasure and the way his body writhed for more of it, bucked up into him. "God-- yes, fuck--"
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"Jesus... fuck, you weren't lying about teasing," he panted. Knew his other self hadn't been... he wouldn't have been just joking. "Jesus, come on..."
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And since he knew just exactly how much Dean was capable of taking, he was willing to push the limits. He might never get another chance to see himself getting one of his favorite fantasies. Certainly not from himself.
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"You just wait 'til your turn, dude."
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"Fuck..."
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