In the Darkness
Title: In the Darkness
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 052. Fire.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,208
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Porn. And porn after the porn.
Summary: ...I don't really know how to summarize this. Written for heard_the_owl's prompt at the bottom!Jared fanworks fest.
When Jared wakes up with his dick hard and his ass full, he figures Jensen’s been down there trying to disturb his sleep. His ass clenches around… Jared’s brow furls before he even opens his eyes. It’s not Jensen’s dick, that’s for sure, and it isn’t fingers either, but whatever it is isn’t quite that big, and it just keeps pressing against his…
Oh, God.
Jared groans, ass clenching again, hips lifting…a little.
Jared’s eyes snap open when he feels the restriction around his ankles, then realizes his wrists are bound, too. “Jen?!” he calls out, never a fan of being tied up. Jensen’s bound him maybe twice, on rare occasions, and Jared’s always been able to see him, because Jensen’s always been a participant. But the room is dark this time. Well, the outskirts of it are. Candles surround Jared, illuminating the bed and his own body, but he can’t really see past the tiny flames around him.
His heart pounds, and he feels a tiny flash of fear. He starts to call out again and chokes on Jensen’s name, moaning instead, clenching around whatever the fuck’s still inside of him, right up against that fucking sweet spot Jensen’s always been so good at finding and teasing. Jared wonders how long he’s slept with it there, sticking out of his hole, massaging his prostate and rubbing up just under his balls. He can guess it’s been a little while, judging by how hard he is, and how his dick throbs against his belly, tip already wet against his skin.
“Jensen?” Jared whispers into the darkness, ending on a bit of a whimper. He’s sweating, because he’s turned on, he’s scared, and there are way too many candles around someone with sweat glands like his. The only thing he hears from the darkness is a deep Sssshhhh, and it sends a shiver down his spine, which makes him tense and clench and moan again, legs trying to move as his dick twitches.
Jared closes his eyes and tries to fit a voice to that deep hiss. He knows he’s panicking, that it could only be Jensen, but the fact that it’s even set up this way, that it could, in theory, just be someone watching him in the darkness is unsettling. His chest heaves, and he wonders how it can be unsettling and somehow still be hot, though he also wonders if that’s the massage over his prostate talking.
He struggles a little more against his ties, but they only get tighter, and he feels sweat pouring down his forehead, his neck, pooling just above his chest. He whimpers again and whines, eyes squeezing shut against how strange this is, how good it feels, and how hard he is. It’s as if he’s fighting it, and he supposes he is, but it makes no difference, because he can’t take this thing out of his body, and he’s beginning to feel the desperate need to get off thrumming through his veins.
Jared opens his eyes and lifts his head to try to see past the darkness one more time, and then his moan breaks the deafening silence building in the room. His head shoves back against the pillow as he gives in, purposely clenching once, twice, hips moving as much as they possibly can, which is only the slightest range of motion, but he accepts it. It makes his head spin, how quickly he loses control, the way his ass keeps tightening, becoming almost completely involuntary, like spasms coming one right after the other, a never-ending chain of stimulation and pleasure.
“Jensen,” Jared tries one more time, voice cracking. “Jensen, please, I need…” He trails off and then sobs at the way his ass clamps down hard and holds, the pulse of impending orgasm making his dick throb and twitch and spill pre-come all over his belly. He and Jensen have done a lot of things, but, oddly enough, they’ve never done this. Jared’s a pro at bottoming, but he’s never been left to come without a hand on his dick, something. “Oh, God,” he chokes out, arching, arms and legs feeling the painful stretch, hands and feet starting to go numb. It’s all so painful, and hot, and suffocating, and Jared fucking needs it so badly, he feels like he could die from it.
It’s only a few more seconds before Jared’s voice is strangled and echoing in the room, head thrashing back and forth on the pillow beneath him, hair clinging to his sweaty forehead, his cheekbones. His dick goes completely rigid with the rest of his body, veins standing out as his balls pull up tight and his ass keeps clenching of its own accord. Jared’s eyes squeeze so tightly shut that he sees white, and his mouth opens wide on a scream as he comes hard, not aided by a helping hand, body jolting and trembling as his orgasm sends him into spasms with each spurt of come that streaks up his body, feeling like it’ll never stop and he’ll never come down from this high.
Suddenly, whatever’s inside him is pulled out, and Jared cries out at the feel of it tugging at him before it’s gone, eyes rolling back when he first tries to open them. He feels useless and wrecked, completely fucked-out and liquefied. And then he gasps at the feeling of being filled again, ass spread wider this time on a hard, thick cock. Jared’s eyes snap open to find Jensen looking down at him, and then Jensen’s arms are wrapping around him and Jensen’s lips are on his. Jared can barely find the strength to return the kiss, moaning as Jensen starts pounding into him, sated and oversensitive, but still relieved to have Jensen here, touching him.
“So fucking hot, Jay,” Jensen murmurs against the soaked skin of Jared’s neck, fucking in faster and quickly losing his rhythm. “So good.”
Jensen’s already close, and Jared can tell from the way Jensen’s moves, how tight Jensen’s voice is. It makes him groan and shiver, knowing it’s because Jensen was watching him all this time. A handful of deeper thrusts, and Jensen’s shoving in and coming, hitched breaths and curses puffing hot over Jared’s skin.
Jensen just breathes for a moment before slowly pulling out and moving away, and Jared feels the ties around his wrists and ankles finally give way. His hands and feet tingle and he grabs Jensen as he pulls his limbs in, curling up on the bed. “What the hell was that?” he asks softly, still sounding a bit raw, eyes closed as he feels Jensen snuggle closer.
“Aneros,” Jensen answers, hushed and satisfied. Then he chuckles. “Happy early birthday to me.”
Without even looking, Jared reaches for Jensen’s nipple and twists, smiling a little at Jensen’s hiss and ow. “You scared me. And it hurt. You’re mean.”
Jensen laughs, and Jared feels the way Jensen’s body shakes with it. Jensen’s arms wrap around him, and Jared gets a quick kiss on the forehead. “Would it make you feel better if I let you do the same to me?”
Jared pops an eye open and smiles wider when he sees the happy, easy smile on Jensen’s face. “Absolutely.”
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 052. Fire.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,208
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Porn. And porn after the porn.
Summary: ...I don't really know how to summarize this. Written for heard_the_owl's prompt at the bottom!Jared fanworks fest.
When Jared wakes up with his dick hard and his ass full, he figures Jensen’s been down there trying to disturb his sleep. His ass clenches around… Jared’s brow furls before he even opens his eyes. It’s not Jensen’s dick, that’s for sure, and it isn’t fingers either, but whatever it is isn’t quite that big, and it just keeps pressing against his…
Oh, God.
Jared groans, ass clenching again, hips lifting…a little.
Jared’s eyes snap open when he feels the restriction around his ankles, then realizes his wrists are bound, too. “Jen?!” he calls out, never a fan of being tied up. Jensen’s bound him maybe twice, on rare occasions, and Jared’s always been able to see him, because Jensen’s always been a participant. But the room is dark this time. Well, the outskirts of it are. Candles surround Jared, illuminating the bed and his own body, but he can’t really see past the tiny flames around him.
His heart pounds, and he feels a tiny flash of fear. He starts to call out again and chokes on Jensen’s name, moaning instead, clenching around whatever the fuck’s still inside of him, right up against that fucking sweet spot Jensen’s always been so good at finding and teasing. Jared wonders how long he’s slept with it there, sticking out of his hole, massaging his prostate and rubbing up just under his balls. He can guess it’s been a little while, judging by how hard he is, and how his dick throbs against his belly, tip already wet against his skin.
“Jensen?” Jared whispers into the darkness, ending on a bit of a whimper. He’s sweating, because he’s turned on, he’s scared, and there are way too many candles around someone with sweat glands like his. The only thing he hears from the darkness is a deep Sssshhhh, and it sends a shiver down his spine, which makes him tense and clench and moan again, legs trying to move as his dick twitches.
Jared closes his eyes and tries to fit a voice to that deep hiss. He knows he’s panicking, that it could only be Jensen, but the fact that it’s even set up this way, that it could, in theory, just be someone watching him in the darkness is unsettling. His chest heaves, and he wonders how it can be unsettling and somehow still be hot, though he also wonders if that’s the massage over his prostate talking.
He struggles a little more against his ties, but they only get tighter, and he feels sweat pouring down his forehead, his neck, pooling just above his chest. He whimpers again and whines, eyes squeezing shut against how strange this is, how good it feels, and how hard he is. It’s as if he’s fighting it, and he supposes he is, but it makes no difference, because he can’t take this thing out of his body, and he’s beginning to feel the desperate need to get off thrumming through his veins.
Jared opens his eyes and lifts his head to try to see past the darkness one more time, and then his moan breaks the deafening silence building in the room. His head shoves back against the pillow as he gives in, purposely clenching once, twice, hips moving as much as they possibly can, which is only the slightest range of motion, but he accepts it. It makes his head spin, how quickly he loses control, the way his ass keeps tightening, becoming almost completely involuntary, like spasms coming one right after the other, a never-ending chain of stimulation and pleasure.
“Jensen,” Jared tries one more time, voice cracking. “Jensen, please, I need…” He trails off and then sobs at the way his ass clamps down hard and holds, the pulse of impending orgasm making his dick throb and twitch and spill pre-come all over his belly. He and Jensen have done a lot of things, but, oddly enough, they’ve never done this. Jared’s a pro at bottoming, but he’s never been left to come without a hand on his dick, something. “Oh, God,” he chokes out, arching, arms and legs feeling the painful stretch, hands and feet starting to go numb. It’s all so painful, and hot, and suffocating, and Jared fucking needs it so badly, he feels like he could die from it.
It’s only a few more seconds before Jared’s voice is strangled and echoing in the room, head thrashing back and forth on the pillow beneath him, hair clinging to his sweaty forehead, his cheekbones. His dick goes completely rigid with the rest of his body, veins standing out as his balls pull up tight and his ass keeps clenching of its own accord. Jared’s eyes squeeze so tightly shut that he sees white, and his mouth opens wide on a scream as he comes hard, not aided by a helping hand, body jolting and trembling as his orgasm sends him into spasms with each spurt of come that streaks up his body, feeling like it’ll never stop and he’ll never come down from this high.
Suddenly, whatever’s inside him is pulled out, and Jared cries out at the feel of it tugging at him before it’s gone, eyes rolling back when he first tries to open them. He feels useless and wrecked, completely fucked-out and liquefied. And then he gasps at the feeling of being filled again, ass spread wider this time on a hard, thick cock. Jared’s eyes snap open to find Jensen looking down at him, and then Jensen’s arms are wrapping around him and Jensen’s lips are on his. Jared can barely find the strength to return the kiss, moaning as Jensen starts pounding into him, sated and oversensitive, but still relieved to have Jensen here, touching him.
“So fucking hot, Jay,” Jensen murmurs against the soaked skin of Jared’s neck, fucking in faster and quickly losing his rhythm. “So good.”
Jensen’s already close, and Jared can tell from the way Jensen’s moves, how tight Jensen’s voice is. It makes him groan and shiver, knowing it’s because Jensen was watching him all this time. A handful of deeper thrusts, and Jensen’s shoving in and coming, hitched breaths and curses puffing hot over Jared’s skin.
Jensen just breathes for a moment before slowly pulling out and moving away, and Jared feels the ties around his wrists and ankles finally give way. His hands and feet tingle and he grabs Jensen as he pulls his limbs in, curling up on the bed. “What the hell was that?” he asks softly, still sounding a bit raw, eyes closed as he feels Jensen snuggle closer.
“Aneros,” Jensen answers, hushed and satisfied. Then he chuckles. “Happy early birthday to me.”
Without even looking, Jared reaches for Jensen’s nipple and twists, smiling a little at Jensen’s hiss and ow. “You scared me. And it hurt. You’re mean.”
Jensen laughs, and Jared feels the way Jensen’s body shakes with it. Jensen’s arms wrap around him, and Jared gets a quick kiss on the forehead. “Would it make you feel better if I let you do the same to me?”
Jared pops an eye open and smiles wider when he sees the happy, easy smile on Jensen’s face. “Absolutely.”