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.)
God, he loved those sounds. His voice was hot when he was fucking. Or being fucked. Dean grinned and picked up the pace, wanting to really hear him. His hand stayed down at the base of Dean's cock, holding tight enough to hold back his pleasure.
Dean was panting between desperate noises, twisting and writhing under the other's motions. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He didn't want to break and beg already, but damn if Dean wasn't getting him desperate. He looked fucking hot right now... so damn sexy and he didn't care how full of himself that was to think.
And besides he was literally pretty full of himself right now. "Fuck, yes... yes, like that."
This time, he wasn't planning to stop. His hand stayed in place to hold Dean back and keep him on edge, but his hips didn't hold anything back. He was thrusting in hard and deep, fast, and loving every second of it. His free hand gripped Dean's hip hard enough to leave bruises.
"Fuck..." He needed to come so bad, he could barely stand it and his body was flushed, overheated and slick with sweat. Felt like he was burning up and each thrust into him had him gasping or practically fucking whimpering in ways he was pretty sure only fucking yourself would do. No one else would know just how to get to him like this.
"God-- fuck, I can't..." God, he didn't know how much more he could take. His hips bucked up desperately, groaning at that tight hold. Definitely going to have bruises there...
"Can't what?" Dean grinned down at his twin. He was damn close himself, but he was determined to hold out. Wanted to see his other self lose it first. "Say it. Say it or I'll stop again." Goddamn, he hopes he said it because he so didn't want to stop again...
Dean's thighs were trembling, still wrapped around his double's hips and trying to drag him in deeper, harder, anything. "Fuck, just let me come already... Jesus, come on," he panted, tone edging on desperate as he bucked up against him again. "God, I need to come."
"That doesn't sound like begging, dude..." Dean panted, slowing down deliberately. Sure, stopping again would suck, but it was all about the challenge. Dean loved a challenge. If he couldn't get himself begging, he was going to be really disappointed.
Dean cursed when his twin slowed down again, hands dropping back to the bed to grasp at the sheets beneath them. He twisted them tightly in his fists, gasping in a desperate breath as he struggled. Hated caving in... his double should know that.
Oh, he knew. That was part of the fun. Dean had no doubt his double would cheerfully turn the tables on him when he had the chance.
For now, though, he just focused on hard and fast again. He slammed ruthlessly into his twin, his hand moving fast and firm over Dean's cock. No holding back now. They were both going to come now, and if the look on his double's face was any indication, come hard.
Dean arched and writhed under his twin, gasped out desperately as he started in that brutal pace again, that hand stroking him in earnest. It was like his mind just blanked beyond the pleasure building in him. He groaned helplessly, bucking up desperately.
And then he was coming hard, crying out while his body tensed and trembled. Holy fuck.
As soon as Dean's body tightened up around him, he was coming too. He groaned loudly and cursed as he came deep inside his twin. It felt like it went on forever. By the time he finally slowed to a stop, he was panting breathlessly and sweating.
He stayed buried inside Dean for a few minutes, catching his breath, and then pulled out to flop down beside him.
Dean was gasping and panting desperately, skin flushed and slick from heat and he kept his legs wrapped tight around his twin's hips for awhile. When he finally relaxed, he eased them back to the bed and gave the other a look.
"Damn... we are good." He reached up to rest an arm behind his head, smirking up at the other.
"Promise?" He grinned and looked over at his other self. It wasn't like he was opposed to being the one on the receiving end. If it was half as good as what just went down, it would be fantastic.
"Oh, you know it." He grinned over at his twin. He totally would and he knew his other self would definitely know it too. He propped himself up a little bit and let his eyes wander. "Got a lot of ideas, dude. Don't want to waste time either, you know? Don't know how long you're gonna be here."
"Yeah? You ready to go again already?" Dean would be impressed. Then again, this was him he was talking about, so he was already pretty damn impressive. "Whatcha got in mind?"
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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And besides he was literally pretty full of himself right now. "Fuck, yes... yes, like that."
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"God-- fuck, I can't..." God, he didn't know how much more he could take. His hips bucked up desperately, groaning at that tight hold. Definitely going to have bruises there...
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"Please... fuck, don't stop again, please."
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For now, though, he just focused on hard and fast again. He slammed ruthlessly into his twin, his hand moving fast and firm over Dean's cock. No holding back now. They were both going to come now, and if the look on his double's face was any indication, come hard.
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And then he was coming hard, crying out while his body tensed and trembled. Holy fuck.
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He stayed buried inside Dean for a few minutes, catching his breath, and then pulled out to flop down beside him.
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"Damn... we are good." He reached up to rest an arm behind his head, smirking up at the other.
"Totally tying you down at some point, dude."
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