Ficlet - Ask Nicely for spn_30snapshots
Title: Ask Nicely
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #30, begging
W/C: ~ 600
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Sometimes, Sam likes to hear it.
I’m almost there. The place where he wants me to be.
It has been nearly an hour now, Sam’s lips on my chest, his teeth on my neck, his hands on my thighs. Everything I want except for that one other thing that he hasn’t given me yet.
I know what he’s waiting for. I’ve held out as long as I can. Yeah, he’s gotten a lot out of me, so far. Whining, which I’ll deny later, moaning, desperate clutches at his hands and his head, trying to direct him. I know it won’t do any good, not with what he clearly has in mind for this afternoon.
So finally, after all that time, I just give in, knowing what I have to do to get what I want. For the first time (well, not really the first time), but the first time today, I finally break and find my voice, pleading, fucking humiliating, but it has to be done.
“Sam. Sammy, please?”
He just keeps it up, the licking and biting and teasing, waiting for me to clarify. “Please what, Dean?” he replies, his eyes filled with fake innocence.
“Touch me, God, come on! Quit teasing!”
“But I’ve been touching you this whole time. Am I doing it wrong, baby? You don’t want me to touch you like this?”
I swallow my pride and give in. “Touch my cock, Sammy, touch my asshole, come on, please?”
Finally, Sam looks up at me from his position between my legs. “This not enough for you?” he asks, slowly moving his hand to my dick, just resting it there, not moving. “You want more?”
“Jesus, yes, Sammy, come on! You know you’re teasing me.” Taking a shallow breath, I continued. “I know what you want.”
“Give it to me then, Dean. You know how this works.”
“Sam, you don’t need me to tell you. You already know.”
A low chuckle echoes up from beneath me. He is having so much fun with this, he always does when he’s in this kind of mood. “I just like for you to remind me, that’s all. I like the way it sounds. What do you want first, Dean? And remember to ask nicely.”
“Lick me, Sammy. Eat my hole, please. Need you to get me nice and ready.” It’s not easy to string together coherent sentences right now, but I know if I don’t play along, this is just going to go on until my dick falls off. Sam moves, I can feel the heat of his breath across my ass, the flat of his tongue just this close…
And then it’s gone.
“That didn’t sound like ‘asking’ to me.”
God.damn.it. Now I’m done. I can almost feel the last of my manly pride jump off the edge of a cliff as I start talking again. “I want it so bad, so fucking bad, I’m begging you, I’ll do anything, I’ll get on my knees to beg if that’s you want me to do. Will you, please, Sam, please will you lick me open, touch my cock?”
Sam, of course, smiles like one of those benevolent saints that you see in church windows and replies, “Of course I will.”
He keeps his promise, I come all over his hand in less than a minute, and because my metaphorical dignity ship has already sailed, I don’t hesitate even a tiny bit before I start begging him to fuck me. It’s totally worth it.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #30, begging
W/C: ~ 600
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Sometimes, Sam likes to hear it.
I’m almost there. The place where he wants me to be.
It has been nearly an hour now, Sam’s lips on my chest, his teeth on my neck, his hands on my thighs. Everything I want except for that one other thing that he hasn’t given me yet.
I know what he’s waiting for. I’ve held out as long as I can. Yeah, he’s gotten a lot out of me, so far. Whining, which I’ll deny later, moaning, desperate clutches at his hands and his head, trying to direct him. I know it won’t do any good, not with what he clearly has in mind for this afternoon.
So finally, after all that time, I just give in, knowing what I have to do to get what I want. For the first time (well, not really the first time), but the first time today, I finally break and find my voice, pleading, fucking humiliating, but it has to be done.
“Sam. Sammy, please?”
He just keeps it up, the licking and biting and teasing, waiting for me to clarify. “Please what, Dean?” he replies, his eyes filled with fake innocence.
“Touch me, God, come on! Quit teasing!”
“But I’ve been touching you this whole time. Am I doing it wrong, baby? You don’t want me to touch you like this?”
I swallow my pride and give in. “Touch my cock, Sammy, touch my asshole, come on, please?”
Finally, Sam looks up at me from his position between my legs. “This not enough for you?” he asks, slowly moving his hand to my dick, just resting it there, not moving. “You want more?”
“Jesus, yes, Sammy, come on! You know you’re teasing me.” Taking a shallow breath, I continued. “I know what you want.”
“Give it to me then, Dean. You know how this works.”
“Sam, you don’t need me to tell you. You already know.”
A low chuckle echoes up from beneath me. He is having so much fun with this, he always does when he’s in this kind of mood. “I just like for you to remind me, that’s all. I like the way it sounds. What do you want first, Dean? And remember to ask nicely.”
“Lick me, Sammy. Eat my hole, please. Need you to get me nice and ready.” It’s not easy to string together coherent sentences right now, but I know if I don’t play along, this is just going to go on until my dick falls off. Sam moves, I can feel the heat of his breath across my ass, the flat of his tongue just this close…
And then it’s gone.
“That didn’t sound like ‘asking’ to me.”
God.damn.it. Now I’m done. I can almost feel the last of my manly pride jump off the edge of a cliff as I start talking again. “I want it so bad, so fucking bad, I’m begging you, I’ll do anything, I’ll get on my knees to beg if that’s you want me to do. Will you, please, Sam, please will you lick me open, touch my cock?”
Sam, of course, smiles like one of those benevolent saints that you see in church windows and replies, “Of course I will.”
He keeps his promise, I come all over his hand in less than a minute, and because my metaphorical dignity ship has already sailed, I don’t hesitate even a tiny bit before I start begging him to fuck me. It’s totally worth it.