In the coils of a snake_6
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He was taken aback when Jensen held up a tart to Jared’s lips and sank his teeth into the sweet confection, watching the alpha’s eyes darken hungrily as his lips closed briefly around the fingers. Taking a page out of the other man’s book, Jared picked up an éclair and offered it to Jensen, feeling himself unexpectedly harden when the other man held his gaze and very deliberately closed his plush lips around Jared’s fingers, sucking lightly. The buttery crust and soft chocolate confection touched his lips again and Jared opened his mouth wide to accept the treat, enraptured by the sight of the mobster sucking his own fingers clean. When Jensen leaned forward for a kiss, Jared opened readily; making out like eager teenagers on the couch for long minutes before Jensen finally pulled away and climbed to his feet, holding out an expectant hand for Jared.
Jared had to remind himself to remain calm as he accepted the offered palm and rose to his feet, feeling his cheeks heat as the slip-knot was undone from around his waist and the satin slid off his shoulders.
“I-I hope you didn’t mind me borrowing your coat-”
“Not at all. Rather like watching you in my things, Darlin’,”
Jared blushed at the possessive words but obediently spread out on his front when prompted. Jensen crawled up the bed to hover over him, nipping at his skin with his teeth and lips and tongue. “So gorgeous,”
Jared gasped when a thick finger sank into him without warning.
Above him, Jensen froze: “You prepped?”
Jared glanced behind him, “Wasn’t I supposed to?”
“Huh? Oh, no-no-no... that’s fine... It’s just... well, it’s really hot thinking about you doing that-”
Jared faced forward again, unable to formulate a reply.
“Did you watch yourself?” Jensen’s voice dipped an octave.
Jared thought about staring at his face in the bathroom mirror as he used the lotion he’d found on Jensen’s dresser to open himself up for the mobster. He gave a stilted nod.
“Wish you could see yourself now... So pretty...” The alpha murmured, pressing a wet kiss on the swell of his ass. “How many fingers?”
“What?” Jared asked faintly.
“Fingers. How many did you use to open yourself up for me?”
“O-one.”
Jensen guffawed, “Gonna need way more than that if you’re hoping to take me, Darlin’. Hold on, I’ve got an idea.”
Jared twisted to see what the man was doing when he left the bed: The alpha rifled through a drawer, picked up his laptop, hastily detached the screen and hurried back to reclaim his spot between Jared’s spread legs. A warm palm patted his hip, “Lift that pert ass... gotta set this up.”
Jared swallowed but obeyed, twitching when a pillow was shoved under his hips and a light weight settled in the dip of his back.
“Ooh, this is gorgeous...”
Jared craned his neck to try and see what was happening behind him but a light smack against his right butt had him facing forward again. It wasn’t long before Jensen placed something in front of him and Jared felt his eyes widen when he saw that it was the laptop, a naked arse on the screen before him. For a second he thought Jensen wanted to watch porn while fucking him before realizing that the ‘naked arse’ on-screen was his own.
“Gorgeous, aye?”
Jared couldn’t help it, he twisted around to see how the alpha had managed to set this up; and choked back a gasp when he realized that Jensen had clipped a wire-tap camera to the front of his shirt and somehow hooked it up to broadcast the feed to the laptop screen before him- Jared had used those cameras numerous times for his missions, always pleased with the clarity of the video feed they provided; knowing the same model of camera was going to be used to film his humiliation made him want to throw up.
“Watch,” The alpha breathed as he parted Jared’s tightly clenched cheeks; baring the shiny, winking hole that lay hidden in between.
Jared closed his eyes, not wanting to watch anymore and let out a squeal when a finger breached him without warning.
“Closed your eyes, did’ya?” The man chuckled behind him.
Jared ground his teeth together to keep from cursing.
“Want you to keep those cat-eyes open, Darlin’; watch how beautifully you open up for me...”
“Fuck you!” Jared growled.
Instantly a cruel hand wound through his sweaty hair and pulled till he was staring at the ceiling- eyes stinging from the painful hold on his hair; a tongue flicked at his right ear before teeth closed on the soft cartilage, making him yelp. He swallowed convulsively, acutely aware of the bob of his adam’s apple as Jensen’s breath ghosted warm and moist over the smarting skin of his ear, “Oh, you’re the one getting fucked, Darlin’... and I want you to keep those pretty peepers open so that you can watch yourself...I can tape ‘em open, you know...”
Jared opened his mouth to respond but all that escaped was a groan when Jensen took that moment to twist the finger he’d used to impale Jared.
“Besides, knowing what’s comin’ is bound to make it easier, no?”
Jared really hated it when his abuser started making sense.
“So, what’ll it be, Darling? Want me to go get the tape?”
“No,” He gasped, involuntarily trying to move away from the finger exploring his insides.
“Good boy,”
He watched, still gasping for breath as his butt came back into focus on the screen before him. Jensen used his free hand to pry him open again and he grimaced at the sight of the now, clearly visible- finger making little fucking motions.
He clenched reflexively when Jensen started teasing a second finger around his rim, gasping when there was a movement too fast to catch on the camera, but his left butt-cheek now sported a clear pink handprint.
Something cold was drizzled over his crack and there was an obscene ‘pop’ as Jensen yanked his finger out, rubbing his fingers through the wetness he’d poured on his arse. He whimpered when two fingers forced themselves inside him, the video catching the way his rim stretched around the intrusion. A part of him wished the man would just hurry up and get it over with, but the rational part of him was glad for the careful prep... Soon though, three fingers had him pushing back into them, the unexpected stretch halfway pleasurable.
“Ready?”
Jared could barely nod before Jensen was filling him, making him mewl at the burning stretch despite the extensive prep. He lay there gasping, absurdly grateful that the other alpha was giving him the time to accommodate to the unbearable fullness. Jensen unclipped the camera and removed the screen to the side-table- the slight movement for the action making Jared whimper and clench reflexively- before stroking his sweaty skin soothingly and hushing the soft sounds of pain.
“Easy... just breathe; all right? It’s get better soon.”
Jared opened his mouth to gulp in a lungful of air and shuddered as the fresh oxygen supply only served to increase his awareness of where he was split open on Jensen’s wide girth. His rolling eyes caught on the sealed condom packets the alpha had left on the bedside table and his panic increased, “Pro-protection?”
“I’m clean.” Jensen told him. “You?”
“S-same...”
“Good.” And Jensen swivelled his hips slowly.
Jared scrambled to grab the bedspread. Jensen continued moving slow and careful till the sharp pain settled into a dull throb and then he was snapping his hips in the earnest. “Want my knot, Darlin’?”
Jared froze, every muscle tightening instinctively at the threat- it already felt like he could taste Jensen at the back of his throat, he didn’t want to know what his knot would feel like... and yet, he had the lives of his friends to consider... He finally settled on a submissive, “If-if you want me to...”
Jensen only laughed, the vibrations lighting up every nerve of Jared’s body and continued thrusting. It wasn’t long before he felt the already stretched rim of his hole struggle to expand even further and then something forced it’s way inside, making him scream and black-out from the white-hot agony. When he opened his eyes again, he was aware of still being impaled and of the gentle twitches as Jensen released his load inside him.
“Knew you were a natural,”
The whispered words had him pulling away reflexively, drawing a strangled yelp as the movement tugged at his sore rim where they were still tied together.
Jensen chuckled, “Confused?”
The other man entangled their hands without waiting for a response, guiding it down and between his legs. Jared felt the tears spring to his eyes as he encountered the wetness there.
“You’re a natural, Darlin’...” Jensen repeated, adding, “came without a hand on you.”
Jared closed his eyes: he had never been so humiliated in his life... not only was he an alpha who took it up the ass, but he was one that apparently liked it.
He was still coming to terms with the shameful revelation when he felt Jensen slide out, the obscene squelch of him escaping Jared’s body loud in the quiet room. He shuddered as he felt the cool air brush his empty hole, trying to gather his faculties enough to curl himself so that he could hide his shame; but then a hand on his hip stalled him and before he could so much as ask ‘what', something cold and long and hard filled him again.
He was still lying there, frozen with surprise as Jensen pressed a kiss to his shoulder and left the bed- ostensibly to clean himself, “Want you to be ready for round two, Darlin’.”
'Round two' blurred with 'round three' and after that Jared was too exhausted to even care if further rounds happened.
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He was taken aback when Jensen held up a tart to Jared’s lips and sank his teeth into the sweet confection, watching the alpha’s eyes darken hungrily as his lips closed briefly around the fingers. Taking a page out of the other man’s book, Jared picked up an éclair and offered it to Jensen, feeling himself unexpectedly harden when the other man held his gaze and very deliberately closed his plush lips around Jared’s fingers, sucking lightly. The buttery crust and soft chocolate confection touched his lips again and Jared opened his mouth wide to accept the treat, enraptured by the sight of the mobster sucking his own fingers clean. When Jensen leaned forward for a kiss, Jared opened readily; making out like eager teenagers on the couch for long minutes before Jensen finally pulled away and climbed to his feet, holding out an expectant hand for Jared.
Jared had to remind himself to remain calm as he accepted the offered palm and rose to his feet, feeling his cheeks heat as the slip-knot was undone from around his waist and the satin slid off his shoulders.
“I-I hope you didn’t mind me borrowing your coat-”
“Not at all. Rather like watching you in my things, Darlin’,”
Jared blushed at the possessive words but obediently spread out on his front when prompted. Jensen crawled up the bed to hover over him, nipping at his skin with his teeth and lips and tongue. “So gorgeous,”
Jared gasped when a thick finger sank into him without warning.
Above him, Jensen froze: “You prepped?”
Jared glanced behind him, “Wasn’t I supposed to?”
“Huh? Oh, no-no-no... that’s fine... It’s just... well, it’s really hot thinking about you doing that-”
Jared faced forward again, unable to formulate a reply.
“Did you watch yourself?” Jensen’s voice dipped an octave.
Jared thought about staring at his face in the bathroom mirror as he used the lotion he’d found on Jensen’s dresser to open himself up for the mobster. He gave a stilted nod.
“Wish you could see yourself now... So pretty...” The alpha murmured, pressing a wet kiss on the swell of his ass. “How many fingers?”
“What?” Jared asked faintly.
“Fingers. How many did you use to open yourself up for me?”
“O-one.”
Jensen guffawed, “Gonna need way more than that if you’re hoping to take me, Darlin’. Hold on, I’ve got an idea.”
Jared twisted to see what the man was doing when he left the bed: The alpha rifled through a drawer, picked up his laptop, hastily detached the screen and hurried back to reclaim his spot between Jared’s spread legs. A warm palm patted his hip, “Lift that pert ass... gotta set this up.”
Jared swallowed but obeyed, twitching when a pillow was shoved under his hips and a light weight settled in the dip of his back.
“Ooh, this is gorgeous...”
Jared craned his neck to try and see what was happening behind him but a light smack against his right butt had him facing forward again. It wasn’t long before Jensen placed something in front of him and Jared felt his eyes widen when he saw that it was the laptop, a naked arse on the screen before him. For a second he thought Jensen wanted to watch porn while fucking him before realizing that the ‘naked arse’ on-screen was his own.
“Gorgeous, aye?”
Jared couldn’t help it, he twisted around to see how the alpha had managed to set this up; and choked back a gasp when he realized that Jensen had clipped a wire-tap camera to the front of his shirt and somehow hooked it up to broadcast the feed to the laptop screen before him- Jared had used those cameras numerous times for his missions, always pleased with the clarity of the video feed they provided; knowing the same model of camera was going to be used to film his humiliation made him want to throw up.
“Watch,” The alpha breathed as he parted Jared’s tightly clenched cheeks; baring the shiny, winking hole that lay hidden in between.
Jared closed his eyes, not wanting to watch anymore and let out a squeal when a finger breached him without warning.
“Closed your eyes, did’ya?” The man chuckled behind him.
Jared ground his teeth together to keep from cursing.
“Want you to keep those cat-eyes open, Darlin’; watch how beautifully you open up for me...”
“Fuck you!” Jared growled.
Instantly a cruel hand wound through his sweaty hair and pulled till he was staring at the ceiling- eyes stinging from the painful hold on his hair; a tongue flicked at his right ear before teeth closed on the soft cartilage, making him yelp. He swallowed convulsively, acutely aware of the bob of his adam’s apple as Jensen’s breath ghosted warm and moist over the smarting skin of his ear, “Oh, you’re the one getting fucked, Darlin’... and I want you to keep those pretty peepers open so that you can watch yourself...I can tape ‘em open, you know...”
Jared opened his mouth to respond but all that escaped was a groan when Jensen took that moment to twist the finger he’d used to impale Jared.
“Besides, knowing what’s comin’ is bound to make it easier, no?”
Jared really hated it when his abuser started making sense.
“So, what’ll it be, Darling? Want me to go get the tape?”
“No,” He gasped, involuntarily trying to move away from the finger exploring his insides.
“Good boy,”
He watched, still gasping for breath as his butt came back into focus on the screen before him. Jensen used his free hand to pry him open again and he grimaced at the sight of the now, clearly visible- finger making little fucking motions.
He clenched reflexively when Jensen started teasing a second finger around his rim, gasping when there was a movement too fast to catch on the camera, but his left butt-cheek now sported a clear pink handprint.
Something cold was drizzled over his crack and there was an obscene ‘pop’ as Jensen yanked his finger out, rubbing his fingers through the wetness he’d poured on his arse. He whimpered when two fingers forced themselves inside him, the video catching the way his rim stretched around the intrusion. A part of him wished the man would just hurry up and get it over with, but the rational part of him was glad for the careful prep... Soon though, three fingers had him pushing back into them, the unexpected stretch halfway pleasurable.
“Ready?”
Jared could barely nod before Jensen was filling him, making him mewl at the burning stretch despite the extensive prep. He lay there gasping, absurdly grateful that the other alpha was giving him the time to accommodate to the unbearable fullness. Jensen unclipped the camera and removed the screen to the side-table- the slight movement for the action making Jared whimper and clench reflexively- before stroking his sweaty skin soothingly and hushing the soft sounds of pain.
“Easy... just breathe; all right? It’s get better soon.”
Jared opened his mouth to gulp in a lungful of air and shuddered as the fresh oxygen supply only served to increase his awareness of where he was split open on Jensen’s wide girth. His rolling eyes caught on the sealed condom packets the alpha had left on the bedside table and his panic increased, “Pro-protection?”
“I’m clean.” Jensen told him. “You?”
“S-same...”
“Good.” And Jensen swivelled his hips slowly.
Jared scrambled to grab the bedspread. Jensen continued moving slow and careful till the sharp pain settled into a dull throb and then he was snapping his hips in the earnest. “Want my knot, Darlin’?”
Jared froze, every muscle tightening instinctively at the threat- it already felt like he could taste Jensen at the back of his throat, he didn’t want to know what his knot would feel like... and yet, he had the lives of his friends to consider... He finally settled on a submissive, “If-if you want me to...”
Jensen only laughed, the vibrations lighting up every nerve of Jared’s body and continued thrusting. It wasn’t long before he felt the already stretched rim of his hole struggle to expand even further and then something forced it’s way inside, making him scream and black-out from the white-hot agony. When he opened his eyes again, he was aware of still being impaled and of the gentle twitches as Jensen released his load inside him.
“Knew you were a natural,”
The whispered words had him pulling away reflexively, drawing a strangled yelp as the movement tugged at his sore rim where they were still tied together.
Jensen chuckled, “Confused?”
The other man entangled their hands without waiting for a response, guiding it down and between his legs. Jared felt the tears spring to his eyes as he encountered the wetness there.
“You’re a natural, Darlin’...” Jensen repeated, adding, “came without a hand on you.”
Jared closed his eyes: he had never been so humiliated in his life... not only was he an alpha who took it up the ass, but he was one that apparently liked it.
He was still coming to terms with the shameful revelation when he felt Jensen slide out, the obscene squelch of him escaping Jared’s body loud in the quiet room. He shuddered as he felt the cool air brush his empty hole, trying to gather his faculties enough to curl himself so that he could hide his shame; but then a hand on his hip stalled him and before he could so much as ask ‘what', something cold and long and hard filled him again.
He was still lying there, frozen with surprise as Jensen pressed a kiss to his shoulder and left the bed- ostensibly to clean himself, “Want you to be ready for round two, Darlin’.”
'Round two' blurred with 'round three' and after that Jared was too exhausted to even care if further rounds happened.
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