“It's not.” Adam stands and lopes closer to Dean. The shirt is long enough that it brushes his thighs and sashays with his hips. He drops his hand on a prone Dean's shoulder and relishes in the tense muscles he feels beneath his touch. “It's not at all. I want you to stop pussyfooting, Dean, and fuck me.”
Dean responds by gathering Adam up in his arms and mashing their mouths together. It's a violent kiss. Their tongues writhe like snakes in love and their teeth clash, but Adam links his arms behind Dean's neck all the same, unable to do anything but lean into his solid warmth. The room is so small that the bed immediately to their rear meets Adam's knees when they stumble back. They fall into a pile of tangled limbs on top of it.
“Gonna make you feel so good,” Dean growls against Adam's lips, hands all over Adam already, tearing at his shirt till its buttons pop off and stroking his naked thighs.
Adam whimpers when Dean dips his head low and pushes the shirt up, till it's bunched above Adam's nipples. These, Dean tweaks with a playful smirk, but before Adam can demand he do something else with his wandering hands, Dean's fingertips paint their way down to Adam's hips, then lower. Dean's surprisingly elegant digits wind around Adam's legs, tight enough that they'll leave bruises in the morning, while Dean kneels till his mouth is level with Adam's cock.
“Hnnn.” Adam presses his knuckles against his lips to reign in mewls. Dean licks a swipe from his balls to the tip of his cock, tongue heavy there, curling at the leaking slit. Adam's fist does nothing to muffle his wail when Dean swallows him whole, bobbing his head to deep throat his swollen crown.
The palm of one hand still splayed under the area beneath Adam's knee, Dean extricates his other hand to roll and fondle Adam's balls, then shifts them aside, wedges them almost painfully under the base of his cock, to prod at Adam's hole. Dean's finger is dry, but with Sam gone, Adam had time aplenty to prep himself. Dean slides in with little resistance and Adam clings to the bedsheets on either side of him, to avoid tugging on Dean's hair.
“I think I'm gonna–” he starts to say, but Dean pulls away with an obscene 'pop' before he can, teeth bared in a grin.
“Uh-uh, baby boy, not yet,” Dean says. Adam glares and flexes his fingers, thinking he should have pulled, after all, but then Dean's mouth plants wetly on his stomach and he stops caring. Dean crawls on top of him and says, “Lift your legs high as they go.”
Adam does as he's bid and Dean grips one in one large hand, guiding the tip of his cock inside Adam with the other. When it's pressed an inch in, he takes Adam's other leg, too, and pushes both back with his first deep thrust, sheathing himself entirely. Adam groans at the faint burn, but bucks his hips up into Dean's jabs.
Dean hooks Adam's knees onto his shoulders and lowers himself. He mouths at Adam's neck and chest, sharps nips and sucks that will leave hickeys, red badges of courage Stephen Crane probably wouldn't ever want to envision – or maybe he will. It's the slight pain of Dean's teeth around his nipple that pushes Adam over the edge. He orgasms on both their bellies. Dean slams into him a few more times, the slap of their skin echoing in the room, then comes himself.
They fall together into a half-bare, breathless, sticky heap, Adam tracing patterns in the mess atop Dean's abs. “Sam thinks we should take a trip. Just us.” He's quiet and cautious. The sex was great, mind-blowing even, but this is Dean Winchester. He's so promiscuous, he makes porn-stars seem like devout monks and he's definitely had mind-blowing sex before. For all Adam knows, Dean may go back to ignoring him and sulking.
Instead, Dean smiles into his hair and says, “Yeah. Sounds good. Always wanted to see the Grand Canyon.” He trails off and his breathing steadies. Adam allows his own mouth to cant into a crooked beam, then curls up in Dean's arms and also falls asleep.
A few hours later, they realize they forgot to lock the door when Sam announces his return with a shouted, “Cas, zap me outta here! I think I'm blind!”
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[SPN]: Operation Seduce Dean Winchester (Dean/Adam, biting, orgasm denial, domesticity, etc, 2/2)
Date: 2012-04-15 02:20 am (UTC)Dean responds by gathering Adam up in his arms and mashing their mouths together. It's a violent kiss. Their tongues writhe like snakes in love and their teeth clash, but Adam links his arms behind Dean's neck all the same, unable to do anything but lean into his solid warmth. The room is so small that the bed immediately to their rear meets Adam's knees when they stumble back. They fall into a pile of tangled limbs on top of it.
“Gonna make you feel so good,” Dean growls against Adam's lips, hands all over Adam already, tearing at his shirt till its buttons pop off and stroking his naked thighs.
Adam whimpers when Dean dips his head low and pushes the shirt up, till it's bunched above Adam's nipples. These, Dean tweaks with a playful smirk, but before Adam can demand he do something else with his wandering hands, Dean's fingertips paint their way down to Adam's hips, then lower. Dean's surprisingly elegant digits wind around Adam's legs, tight enough that they'll leave bruises in the morning, while Dean kneels till his mouth is level with Adam's cock.
“Hnnn.” Adam presses his knuckles against his lips to reign in mewls. Dean licks a swipe from his balls to the tip of his cock, tongue heavy there, curling at the leaking slit. Adam's fist does nothing to muffle his wail when Dean swallows him whole, bobbing his head to deep throat his swollen crown.
The palm of one hand still splayed under the area beneath Adam's knee, Dean extricates his other hand to roll and fondle Adam's balls, then shifts them aside, wedges them almost painfully under the base of his cock, to prod at Adam's hole. Dean's finger is dry, but with Sam gone, Adam had time aplenty to prep himself. Dean slides in with little resistance and Adam clings to the bedsheets on either side of him, to avoid tugging on Dean's hair.
“I think I'm gonna–” he starts to say, but Dean pulls away with an obscene 'pop' before he can, teeth bared in a grin.
“Uh-uh, baby boy, not yet,” Dean says. Adam glares and flexes his fingers, thinking he should have pulled, after all, but then Dean's mouth plants wetly on his stomach and he stops caring. Dean crawls on top of him and says, “Lift your legs high as they go.”
Adam does as he's bid and Dean grips one in one large hand, guiding the tip of his cock inside Adam with the other. When it's pressed an inch in, he takes Adam's other leg, too, and pushes both back with his first deep thrust, sheathing himself entirely. Adam groans at the faint burn, but bucks his hips up into Dean's jabs.
Dean hooks Adam's knees onto his shoulders and lowers himself. He mouths at Adam's neck and chest, sharps nips and sucks that will leave hickeys, red badges of courage Stephen Crane probably wouldn't ever want to envision – or maybe he will. It's the slight pain of Dean's teeth around his nipple that pushes Adam over the edge. He orgasms on both their bellies. Dean slams into him a few more times, the slap of their skin echoing in the room, then comes himself.
They fall together into a half-bare, breathless, sticky heap, Adam tracing patterns in the mess atop Dean's abs. “Sam thinks we should take a trip. Just us.” He's quiet and cautious. The sex was great, mind-blowing even, but this is Dean Winchester. He's so promiscuous, he makes porn-stars seem like devout monks and he's definitely had mind-blowing sex before. For all Adam knows, Dean may go back to ignoring him and sulking.
Instead, Dean smiles into his hair and says, “Yeah. Sounds good. Always wanted to see the Grand Canyon.” He trails off and his breathing steadies. Adam allows his own mouth to cant into a crooked beam, then curls up in Dean's arms and also falls asleep.
A few hours later, they realize they forgot to lock the door when Sam announces his return with a shouted, “Cas, zap me outta here! I think I'm blind!”
Oh well.