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Earlier, I imagined Jensen shoving Jared against a wall, slowly stripping off the top half while kissing, licking and sucking his throat until several dark marks overpowered the shadows cast under his chin, pulling him into fierce, deep kisses that left him breathless+
and when Jared was down to his bottom half, Jensen guided him over to a table and bent him back over it, latching onto one nipple and working it over until it was nice and hard and sensitive, then moved over to the other one and gave it the same treatment while his hands+
worked open Jared's belt, Jensen's name falling off his lips, pleading for not even he knew what. Jensen got Jared out of his jeans, pulled them and his underwear over his ass and got a hand around his cock to pump it and tease the head with his thumb moving back+
to lathe his tongue over it, gathering the pre-come, running the flat off his tongue around the entire head, every slightest drag making Jared curl his fingers, pushing them through his hair and biting the skin of his hand. Jensen sucked him off for a while, keeping him in the+
back of his throat, swallowing around the thick mass until he knew Jared was on the brink of orgasm, which is when he pulled right off, kissing the head. Then he bent and bit into the meat to the side of Jared's groin as he yanks his jeans down to his ankles+
, ducking underneath to lick a wet strip over Jared's balls, suckling on them, dipping further to nose along his perineum, licking a line from the bottom of Jared's ass, over his hole, up the line of his taint, over his balls, along the length of his cock and kisses the underside
Jared was a mess by this point, begging for Jensen to stop teasing, but Jensen didn't listen, ducking under to stand and slip Jared's boots off, taking his socks with them. Then he did something Jared never expected, licking and sucking on his toes, which Jared was kind of+
grossed-out by, but also oddly turned on by the worship, which he could see in the way Jensen held his feet so carefully. He was glad that they both were up to snuff on their foot hygiene or it could have been disgusting, but Jensen lavished both as if they were a tasty treat+
worth savouring, then kissed a path down Jared's legs on both sides, passing over his groin completely this time to push his legs wider apart and get his rim nice and wet, fucking his tongue into him, Jared biting his fist at this point, so utterly turned on by the display+
of unbridled reverence Jensen had for him, that by the time Jensen had three fingers buried inside him, he was about ready to scream at him to just fuck him, which isn't something he normally does--he's normally happy to wait, let Jensen do what he wants, but he's losing it+
Jensen gets the unspoken command coming back up for a long deep kiss while he spears Jared with just the fat head of his cock, Jared's hole clenching around him, wanting more--needing more, but Jensen doesn't push any further, not until Jared settles, not until he lies back+
and waits. Then, and only then does Jensen apply some more lube, get both of Jared's legs in the catch of his elbows and fucks into him. It's fast. It's brutal. Jared can barely get the next breath out, body jolting from the force, table legs creaking. Jensen keeps going. Jared+
begs him to slow down, he doesn't want to come yet, but Jensen doesn't listen, tells him he can come on his cock, smacking Jared's fist away from his mouth when he tries to keep the noise down. Jensen is going too fast. Too hard. Jared can't produce words. His whole body is hot+
he's barely hanging on by a thread, wants it to last. It can't though. It simply can't because Jensen is hammering away at him, lip caught between his teeth, eyes tightly closed, muscles straining from the rapid thrusts and keeping Jared's legs up. It's clear he's not gonna stop
, not until Jared goes first. But he doesn't want to. He wants it to last forever because it feels so fucking good. They're both sweating up a storm. Jensen looks like some slick, greek god, hair dripping, face running, body shining as he fucks and fucks and fucks, the slap of+
their bodies crashing into each other the perfect background music for Jared's internal battle and physical battle of keeping himself on the edge. He doesn't want to let go--doesn't want it to end. He tells Jensen in short bursts when he can get the words out, and Jensen+
grits that he wants him to come, needs him to come, and Jared can't hold on anymore. He's coming, body convulsing, contracting, mouth hanging open as Jensen fucks him through it, ropes of cum splashing all over his stomach, chest, his shoulder, chin and neck. Jensen's pace slows+
as if Jared's orgasm was the straw that broke the camels back. His breathing is shot, he's pushing in stuttered, pulses, grunts and snaps off Jared's name as he pumps a couple more times and spills inside him, one of Jared's legs dropping to the floor, his hand slapping on the+
