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Jensen stops at the first knuckle, giving Jared a moment to acquire a sense for what’s to come as a pink tinge burns on the back of Jensen’s own neck. He’s not one for virgins, hasn’t fucked one in years, yet somehow he’d almost been hoping for it with this one. He cups Jared’s shoulder with an outstretched arm, palm slipping to caress his rib cage gently, easing into him as he pushes his finger in further, until its encased entirely inside of the boy. Yeah, he’s tight enough for Jensen to believe it, and the hum of approval that reverberates in his throat is positively genuine. 

The tiny whimper sends a shock to Jensen’s cock, stiff as steel and dripping onto the bed with tiny, opaque droplets as he pumps his finger in and out, forcing a second one in within a minute’s time. He might’ve had more patience, but his dick is insistent on a quicker, more satisfying pace. Green eyes flicker up to graze over Jared’s shifting back, illuminated by dim light streaming in from unconcealed windows, coloring the slightly tanned flesh with a tint of stormy blue that’s enhanced by Jensen’s tainted, swimming vision. Scissoring his fingers, he curls them forward to strike at the small bundle of nerves, quieting his own unsteady breathing by pressing his mouth to the small of Jared’s back.

Lips brush over skin, hot breath spilling out after Jensen licks a small stripe at the base of Jared’s spine, blowing over the dampened flesh to tease as he pushes the third finger in. Pulling back to watch the slow fucking of his fingers, he settles back on his own thighs, the ardent urge to tear this pretty thing apart swelling with every passing moment. There’s a beautiful creature at Jensen’s disposal, and he wants nothing more than to get it under the mercy of his fingers and cock, and count the time until it breaks beneath his hands. 

“You’d make me a fucking pretty fingerslut,” he lilts, tongue flicking out to wet Jensen’s dry lips, all tease and taunt as he presses into the boy’s prostate with deliberation again. “Got a nice thick dick on you too. But I’m not going to touch it, Jared.” The low groan that Jensen gives life to is more than a little feral, and he dips down to catch the flesh of Jared’s ass between his teeth, biting hard enough to break skin.

“Going to fuck you. And you’re not gonna touch that nice, big dick. If you come, it’s going to be courtesy of my cock in your sweet little virgin ass,” he drawls with his mouth lightly crushed against the bite mark, while ripping the condom and rolling it on. He straightens himself up, propping his hands up on either side of Jared’s chest, thighs brushing against the other’s as Jensen’s dick rides the crease of Jared’s ass, slick with too much lube. There’s no sense in making this an unpleasant experience for the boy, not when he fully intends on keeping him beyond this initial fuck; he’s so full of opportunity, and Jensen’s never been one to throw those away.

Sighing slightly, he swallows back a moan of appreciation, readying himself for any response Jared might give him now— for all his sins, Jensen’s not one for a lack of explicit consent. “Tell me what you want, Jared,” he groans, shifting his weight to bring one hand briefly up. He scrapes his nail over Jared’s nipple with a delightful suspicion that the area is more than a minor erogenous zone for his new favorite toy, adding it to the freshly devised list of things that Jensen needs to explore in the morning. For now, though, Jensen’s more than content to listen for Jared’s assent, provided he can get it out with Jensen twisting the skin between his thumb and forefinger. 

Jared

His face pinches together, gathering his barrings and relaxing into the touch. His heart racing so fast Jared can’t tell the difference between its beats anymore. He can feel Jensen’s knuckles on his ass, the other man’s finger now buried deep inside and Jared takes a deep breath to center himself. He’s near hysteria at this point, mind reeling over the fact this is Jensen Ackles. It keeps coming back to him, the little reminder that he’s here with someone that he’d previously only imagined being with. The realization is weighing heavily on him and when a second finger slides in a moment after the first, Jared groans loudly in contentment.

Biting his lip, he hisses as Jensen scissors his fingers, using them expertly and Jared yelps when they catch the bundle of nerves. He pushes back into Jensen’s touch, the press of the other man’s lips on his back setting his skin into overdrive. The sensation caused a ripple effect, the nerves firing erratically. Then, a third finger slips inside and Jared keens, the burning sensation coming back with a vengeance.

He whimpers when Jensen speaks again, feeling hot tears streaking his face, the stimulation and emotions getting the better of him. He wants to pull away as the stinging keeps hold of him, but Jensen curls his fingers against his prostate and suddenly Jared’s pliant again. Jensen’s teeth on Jared’s bare ass is too much all at once, forcing Jared closer to the deep end. He’s light headed and feels his muscles giving up on him, but a stubborn streak kicks in and he’s forcing his body to stay alert.

Jensen’s dark, husky voice giving Jared orders is something he’s shamefully fantasized about, but it’s nothing in comparison to what he’s hearing in real life. The words roll off of Jensen’s tongue easily, no hesitation, the same rumbling growl in which he sings. It hits Jared in the gut as the tell tale sounds of a condom being unwrapped filter through everything else. Oh god, he thinks, oh god oh god oh god. “Please,” Jared pleads, his own voice surprising him. It sounds wrecked, like he’s begging for his life. The lube is cold against his skin, another ripple of pleasure coursing through him.

Tell me what you want, Jared. The words echo in his head and before he has a chance to gather a response, Jared sputters an, “I want—” before cutting himself off. He squeezes his eyes shut, grips the sheets tightly and swallows hard. He’s almost afraid to ask, fearing what will happen if he does while also anticipating if he can’t. “I want… what you gave me. Whatever that was, in the car, I want more.” He breathes, breathing in roughly through his nose. He can taste bile gathering at the back of his throat, nerves screaming.

“T-then, I want…” Jared began, remembering the display downstairs and changed his request. “I need you to fuck me. Show me, show me. Wanna feel you for days. Want to… I want to remember Jensen Ackles.”

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travellerintime:

I’m declaring this TMI sunday. I’m bored and uninspired, ask me stuff, tell me stuff, whatever! Please!

basically yes

I have a feeling I’ll regret this, but I’ve been away for a while because of the holidays. So, lay it on me, everyone.

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Jensen stands at the side of the bed, sweat rolling off his sinewy back in small, clear beads that trail over his spine and vanish into the crease of his ass. He quirks a smile at Jared’s obvious anxiety, the gallimaufry of emotions emanating from his quivering flesh only serving to encourage him. He trails a steady, firm hand from the nape of the boy’s neck over his side, curving up to cup the cheek of his ass. He breaks contact to lift his hand up and coming down with a hard smack, not enough to bruise, just enough to smart. 

“Goddamn,” Jensen purrs, eyes watching the skin turn from pale to a swollen pink. His ass is just as taut and tight as it appeared in those snug jeans, and Jensen’s imagination is running beyond wild with ideas for his pretty little bitch. The vast majority of them will need to wait for another time, however, but he’ll make damn sure there’s plenty of opportunity for it— he’s not about to let this one go.

Climbing on the bed, Jensen situates himself at the head of the bed, lips teasing over Jared’s jaw as his fingers slide in the valley between his neck and collarbone. “Thought about what I could do. Could’ve shot my load down your throat, or over your pretty lips and cheeks. Thought about shoving your jeans down right there, with everyone watching. But I decided,” he pauses, moving back to kneel behind Jared’s ass, “I don’t think I wanna share this with anyone. Think I’d like to keep this sweet thing all to myself.”

He digs his fingers in too hard, pulling Jared apart after slicking his fingers with lube. “Have you ever been fucked before, Jared? I know you’ve sucked cock before. Nobody gives head like that without practice,” he comments, voice thick with a wanton mockery as he rolls the pad of his finger over the rim of Jared’s pucker. Without waiting for an answer, he gently pushes in, watching the boy’s body carefully for the reaction to the touch under the influence of two flavors of euphoria. 

Jared

He tries to get his heart to slow, calm his nerves but the drug doesn’t allow it for a second. Jensen’s hand on him wasn’t exactly helpful in accomplishing it either, but Jared wasn’t about to complain. The smack came as a shock to his body, even though Jared had almost expected it. He yelps as his body quivers under the pleasure, the sting setting in. Jared’s body curls away from the touch in self preservation, his fists clinging to the sheets.

Biting his lip, Jared lets out contented little sounds as the sting subsides and he lets his body relax. The mattress dips to one side as Jensen sits. Then Jared feels those capable lips and fingers of Jensen’s on him again. The whispered confessions against his skin makes his heart skip, licking his lips as he thinks of what it would feel like, taste like to have Jensen fill his mouth. The thought of being in this same position with a crowd of people around them brings tears to his eyes, the image thrilling instead of horrifying.

He feels honored to be the object of Jensen’s desire for the night, wanted to be kept to himself and his eyes only and his body sparks with heat at the sound of Jensen telling him as much. His throat vibrates with a moan, pushing his ass out toward Jensen. Jensen pulls him closer, and Jared stills for a moment as he processes Jensen’s question. “N-no,” he lies, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He shakes his head for emphasis, mentally preparing himself for the intrusion that inevitably comes.

When Jensen’s fingers penetrate, Jared’s entire body jolts forward in attempt to get away, crying out instinctively. Jared’s muscles tightened and fought against Jensen’s fingers as Jared tried calming himself down. The burning slowly subsides, allowing Jared to relax again and breathe a little easier. No, he’s not new to this, but it has been years since he’s had this. “Oh, God…” He whimpers, his face growing hot. Using the name in vein always gave him a thrill, a sense of rebellion that got his veins thrumming. 

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The rippling feel of Jared’s moan vibrating around Jensen’s leaking cock is what nearly sends him over the edge, and for a moment he wonders if Jared might cream his pants just from getting his throat fucked. As hot as it would be, seeing those jeans coated with sticky cum from the inside, Jensen’s got other plans. He grasps tightly to his hair again with the intention of pulling him back this time, forcing his cock from between those reddened lips with an obscene noise. 

“Stop,” he orders, staring down harshly at those watering, puppy-esque eyes that give Jared the aura of being just barely legal, regardless of his actual age and height. It makes everything Jensen’s doing to him feel that much filthier for its corrupting nature, and damn does it feel good. There’s something undeniably alluring about turning a good boy into that sort of brazen, spurious facade of purity, made all the more delectable by the shared sin between them in pill form. 

He tucks his wet, pulsing cock away into his pants, zipping up despite the obvious discomfort as he yanks Jared forcefully to his feet. “Show’s over,” he calls out, dragging the boy along by the scruff of his shirt out the door and into the hallway, hand slamming on the button for the elevator. Jensen has his shiny toy falling back with a shove as the doors open, back slamming against the metal walls as Jensen claims his mouth for his own. The kiss is far deeper than their initial one, this time with the right man holding dominance over the other, tongue licking up along the roof of Jared’s abused mouth.

The doors open as Jensen tugs on the waistband of Jared’s jeans, which Jensen’s decided aren’t nearly low hanging enough for his taste. He barely remembers opening the room three doors to the right, or shrugging out of his ruffled shirt as he unzips his pants again. Back behind the stage, staring at the way the denim hugged those bony hips, he’d thought about the kind of fun that comes with sitting back and making a pretty thing like that show itself off. The memory of Jared’s embarrassment induced flush from the day before lingered in the back of Jensen’s mind, and the visual of that blush spreading down his chest on the command that he wiggle his ass as he stepped out of his cheap, generic jeans was one that he intends on clinging to. Right now, however, there’s that constant scratching sensation coating his red blood cells, and there’s nothing that seems quite so important as Jensen getting himself down to his own bare skin. Staring at Jared, he pants softly as the last of his clothing falls to the ground beside his shoes. 

“Strip. Don’t make a show of it. Just do it fast,” comes the command, Jensen’s voice betraying none of the wrecked, feverish desires swelling in the pool of his gut. He’s hard as he’s always been on the surface, refusing to acknowledge that the heat triggered by the kid with the almost comically floppy hair is a different brand altogether than the usual decadent lusts.

There’s lube and a condom in his hand before he looks again at Jared, lips pursed together in a thin line as he beckons him forward with a finger. “Naked. On the bed, on your knees, elbows and hands on the mattress.”

Jared

The grip Jensen has on the back of his head is downright painful at this point, but Jared doesn’t dare protest. It would make it rather difficult to do so even if he wanted to, having a dick in his mouth, but the pain isn’t overruling the pleasure. At least, not yet.

Jensen pulls away from him and Jared tries not to whine but it’s out of his hands. Jared whimpers as if it’s a physical ache, needy and desperate. He meets Jensen’s eyes, his skin stretched and tingling from the exertion, the drug coursing through his veins. He’s told to stop and Jared doesn’t know what he did wrong. Biting his lip, he instinctively runs the last couple of minutes through his head, trying to pinpoint where his mistake was as Jensen pulls his pants back up. Jared feels like a failure, wanting to cry but holding it back just barely when he’s yanked to his feet by his hair.

The next thing that registers is the cool metal of the elevator’s interior and the next second, Jensen’s mouth is on his. Jensen’s lips claiming his and Jared stumbles over the movement in shock before he catches up. Jared can taste alcohol he didn’t consume on Jensen’s tongue, letting Jensen take what he wants.

Once inside the extravagant hotel room, Jared watches Jensen slip out of his shirt. One end doesn’t quite meet up with the other, Jared idly wondering what Jensen is doing, if he should follow. Jared bit his lip, swallowing hard as he selfishly watches Jensen remove his clothing.

The order makes it clear and Jared nods before complying. Jared slips out of his jacket, letting the denim fall to the floor behind him before bringing his foot up to meet his hands to take his boots off. The shoes give him lip, but eventually his feet slide free and he pauses, looking Jensen over as he takes a deep breath. He reaches behind him, grabbing handfuls of his shirt to pull it over his head.

Standing in just his jeans, he steps closer as Jensen crooks his finger at him, fumbling over the button. “I—” Jared begins, licking his lips. “I don’t—” Jared continues, but he doesn’t know what he’s saying, so lets the sentence die off in his throat. His face flushes red along with his chest, neck and ears as he slips out of his jeans. His boxers quickly follow.

After, he gets into the position he’s ordered into, a plethora of emotions and nerves igniting all at once. Jared doesn’t know whether he wants to scream, cry or laugh. He feels lightheaded; letting it sink in that this is really happening and the fact that he’s letting it happen in the first place.

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Jensen sees white as the mouth swallows him down, hands flinging out despite the mental preparation he’d given himself in expectation of overwhelming sensations. His long fingers grapple tightly with the hair at the top of Jared’s neck, gripping them as a means to control the pace of his movement as the boy’s mouth bobs along his cock. He’s good with his tongue, better than Jensen had expected, and damn if this isn’t the best flavor of surprise.

One of his fists loosens its clench on Jared, flitting away to loosen the buttons of Jensen’s ruffled shirt— if the temperature of the room had seemed sweltering before, the fever mounting beneath his skin was reaching a level far surpassing burns. Jensen’s neck is sweat slick, beads of perspiration gliding over his exposed and lightly haired chest, descending towards the hot pumping of Jared’s lips over Jensen’s dick.

It was a token to Jensen’s sexual stamina that he hadn’t blown his load in under a minute with the way the kid was working his cock, applying pressure just on the other side of too little on the vein throbbing on the underside. Jared might have successfully swallowed him down, but the rhythm was too steady, too softened, and Jensen’s never been the kind for tender fucks with an audience. He tears his eyes away from the constant slide of his cock into that searing dampness to meet Christian’s gaze, catching the cyclical turn of it from Jensen’s chest to Jensen’s dick. 

“Doing real good, puppy. But nice play isn’t— fuck— what I had in,” he pants, shuddering slightly as the tip of his dick grazes the back of Jared’s throat, “in mind.” 

There’s a brief flash of heightened, lustful awareness as he slowly pulls his own cock back, gripping Jared’s hair too tight yet again before slamming back in, full force. He’s got both hands on the boy’s neck now, holding him in place to better fuck him for what he is— just a couple hot holes that need to filled and fucked raw. As Jensen’s focus closes in on the bruised, swollen lips of the boy on his knees, he finds satisfaction in knowing with ultimate certainty that Jared will never be able to sate his sexual appetence from a lesser force after tonight.

Jared

When Jensen gripped his hair, he thought that his couple seconds’ of setting the pace were long since over, but Jensen let him play for a while, allowed him to experiment and taste wherever he wanted to and that’s exactly what Jared did. His tongue explored with keen interest, memorizing the curve of Jensen’s cock, his heart racing every time Jared reminded himself exactly who he was sucking off.

The sensations in his mouth were in overdrive and then some, nothing Jared had ever experienced before assaulted his senses quite like this. The drug racing through his system was cause for that on top of one of his wildest fantasies coming true. It sounded cliche and girly to say, but it was true. He’d literally dreamed of this, or something similar, for at least a year and coming to terms that this was real life and not in his head deemed to be easier said than done. The fried nerves were definitely helpful in convincing himself.

When Jensen started tripping over his words, a slight smirk curled over Jared’s stretched mouth. He was causing Jensen Ackles to come undone with his mouth and Jared felt so accomplished he could cry. He didn’t, thankfully, but he could have.

Then Jensen’s fingers cling tighter, holding Jared in place and he’s only able to anticipate what comes next a millisecond before it actually happens. Jensen slams into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat and making Jared gag slightly in surprise. His vision blurs in a mingling of arousal and shock, moaning loudly around Jensen’s dick. Jared lets his eyes slide shut then, the images too vivid to process properly and focuses on the taste and scent. The noises Jensen is making are not lost, however, instead heightening the second his eyes close.

He moans again, dragging it out and letting the vibrations of his throat sink straight to the base of Jensen’s dick. He wants to touch, to grope and finger, but he doesn’t dare to with Jensen actively in the driver’s seat. So instead, he clings to the legs of Jensen’s pants, his grip so tight his knuckles are turning white.

Awesome.