Rimshot, 1/1, Sam/Dean, NC-17
Mar. 19th, 2008 12:30 amTitle: Rimshot
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: They're not mine. They'd have a lot more fun if they were.
A/N: Here, have some porn. I found this wouldn't leave my brain (and thus, allow me to go to sleep) until I got back up out of bed and wrote it out. Pure PWP. Dean loves tasting Sam.
They trade kisses, tongues teasing, tracing, licking into one another's mouth. Testing the softness of gums, the insides of cheeks, the slickness of hard enamel. Long, wet kisses; making out until their lips are swollen, wet, sore.
Sam groans when Dean bites at his lower lip, licking over it to ease the sting. Dean dips lower, mouths along Sam's jaw, lips dragging over the rough stubble there. He bites at Sam's throat; sucks heat to the surface over and over again, until Sam's gasping, his throat and neck throbbing with a half-dozen hot bruises that beg to be touched, poked, prodded.
Dean presses his fingertips to the bruises, increases the pressure until Sam keens high in his throat and shudders. No words, just breathy, desperate sounds that make Dean growl in answer.
"Roll over," Dean mutters, tongue tracing the bruises one last time. Sam rolls slowly, spreading his knees when Dean smacks his ass. He love-hates this position, the way he feels dirty, like he's on display, but so turned on his stomach aches with it.
Hot, moist breath touches his neck; Sam shivers when goose bumps rise up everywhere Dean breathes on him. Kisses, nips, a scrape of teeth here and there as Dean works his way down Sam's back, fingers pressing along Sam's spine, fingernails leaving quick bits of pain that flare brighthot when a ragged edge catches, drags, releases.
"So fuckin' hot, Sammy." The words are a rough whisper, ghosting over Sam's skin. Heat washes through him, makes him flush. Makes him hard, eager, wanting. He bites his lip when Dean smoothes his hands over his ass; hisses when Dean cups him and spreads him open. "Love how much you want this," Dean says, nuzzling at the dip of Sam's back. Sam holds his breath, waits, body trembling with anticipation, dread, need.
Dean licks downward slowly, so slow it's like torture, and Sam hears the noise he makes when slick heat swirls over sensitive skin. He clenches automatically, forces himself to relax when Dean licks again, little kitten licks that tease.
"Pretty little hole." Another whisper, the words sliding into Sam, blending with the heat zig-zagging through him. Dean laps at him, presses his tongue against Sam's hole and flattens it, dragging it back and forth until Sam's breath is hitching, ragged and uneven.
He's moving with Dean, pushing back toward him, begging with his body. Dean licks into him, tongue-tip opening him, sliding inward. In, out, in, out, a little further each time, and Sam's slick with spit and pre-come, his thighs wet like he's a girl, and his belly sticky where his dick slaps against it, jerking with each touch of Dean's tongue.
"Please, Dean, God," he manages, finally, the words stuttering on his tongue before he gets them out.
"Nuh-uh. Just like this." Dean holds him open with his thumbs, tongues as deep into Sam as he can manage, and God, it's so good Sam's brain is shorting out. Slick, hot, and Dean flutters his tongue just a little; pulls back and licks at the rim, swirling his tongue over and around until Sam's dizzy with want. "Come on, Sammy. Want you to come for me, lemme see how much you like this."
He licks again and again, tonguing Sam like he's fucking him, thumbs pulling Sam wide. Sam comes with a sharp, hoarse cry, the heat in his belly spreading, growing, consuming him. It feels like electricity sizzling through him, burning along every nerve ending, until all he knows is hot, thick pleasure. He comes without touching his dick, just Dean's mouth and tongue working over him, into him, owning him.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: They're not mine. They'd have a lot more fun if they were.
A/N: Here, have some porn. I found this wouldn't leave my brain (and thus, allow me to go to sleep) until I got back up out of bed and wrote it out. Pure PWP. Dean loves tasting Sam.
They trade kisses, tongues teasing, tracing, licking into one another's mouth. Testing the softness of gums, the insides of cheeks, the slickness of hard enamel. Long, wet kisses; making out until their lips are swollen, wet, sore.
Sam groans when Dean bites at his lower lip, licking over it to ease the sting. Dean dips lower, mouths along Sam's jaw, lips dragging over the rough stubble there. He bites at Sam's throat; sucks heat to the surface over and over again, until Sam's gasping, his throat and neck throbbing with a half-dozen hot bruises that beg to be touched, poked, prodded.
Dean presses his fingertips to the bruises, increases the pressure until Sam keens high in his throat and shudders. No words, just breathy, desperate sounds that make Dean growl in answer.
"Roll over," Dean mutters, tongue tracing the bruises one last time. Sam rolls slowly, spreading his knees when Dean smacks his ass. He love-hates this position, the way he feels dirty, like he's on display, but so turned on his stomach aches with it.
Hot, moist breath touches his neck; Sam shivers when goose bumps rise up everywhere Dean breathes on him. Kisses, nips, a scrape of teeth here and there as Dean works his way down Sam's back, fingers pressing along Sam's spine, fingernails leaving quick bits of pain that flare brighthot when a ragged edge catches, drags, releases.
"So fuckin' hot, Sammy." The words are a rough whisper, ghosting over Sam's skin. Heat washes through him, makes him flush. Makes him hard, eager, wanting. He bites his lip when Dean smoothes his hands over his ass; hisses when Dean cups him and spreads him open. "Love how much you want this," Dean says, nuzzling at the dip of Sam's back. Sam holds his breath, waits, body trembling with anticipation, dread, need.
Dean licks downward slowly, so slow it's like torture, and Sam hears the noise he makes when slick heat swirls over sensitive skin. He clenches automatically, forces himself to relax when Dean licks again, little kitten licks that tease.
"Pretty little hole." Another whisper, the words sliding into Sam, blending with the heat zig-zagging through him. Dean laps at him, presses his tongue against Sam's hole and flattens it, dragging it back and forth until Sam's breath is hitching, ragged and uneven.
He's moving with Dean, pushing back toward him, begging with his body. Dean licks into him, tongue-tip opening him, sliding inward. In, out, in, out, a little further each time, and Sam's slick with spit and pre-come, his thighs wet like he's a girl, and his belly sticky where his dick slaps against it, jerking with each touch of Dean's tongue.
"Please, Dean, God," he manages, finally, the words stuttering on his tongue before he gets them out.
"Nuh-uh. Just like this." Dean holds him open with his thumbs, tongues as deep into Sam as he can manage, and God, it's so good Sam's brain is shorting out. Slick, hot, and Dean flutters his tongue just a little; pulls back and licks at the rim, swirling his tongue over and around until Sam's dizzy with want. "Come on, Sammy. Want you to come for me, lemme see how much you like this."
He licks again and again, tonguing Sam like he's fucking him, thumbs pulling Sam wide. Sam comes with a sharp, hoarse cry, the heat in his belly spreading, growing, consuming him. It feels like electricity sizzling through him, burning along every nerve ending, until all he knows is hot, thick pleasure. He comes without touching his dick, just Dean's mouth and tongue working over him, into him, owning him.
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Date: 2008-03-19 04:44 am (UTC)-.-
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Although I'm sorry you were having trouble sleeping, I am so not sorry for the porn.
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Date: 2008-03-19 04:47 am (UTC)My brain's not functioning well enough to say it on my own.
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Date: 2008-03-19 04:47 am (UTC)And Sam's humiliation/adoration of being licked like that feels SO right. And somehow Dean's physical marks left on Sam's body feels so much like possessive love :)
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Date: 2008-03-23 09:33 pm (UTC)Glad it all worked for you :) Usually I see Sam as the one more likely to go in for 'dirty' or 'kinky', but I liked this as a change :)
Thanks for the comments!
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Date: 2008-03-19 05:11 am (UTC)I think my brain just fizzled out.
*thud*
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Date: 2008-03-23 09:38 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed the story :)
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Date: 2008-03-23 09:39 pm (UTC)At least you hopefully had good dreams... :)
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Date: 2008-03-23 09:40 pm (UTC)Seriously, could you imagine? GUH.
Glad you liked it! Thanks :)
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Date: 2008-03-19 06:56 am (UTC)Pleasant dreams, woman! You've earned them!
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Date: 2008-03-23 09:41 pm (UTC)Thanks, honey :) *hugs*
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Date: 2008-03-19 07:23 am (UTC)Well... Shit! I've forgotten to mention this kink at the icon.
Rimming. *YAY*
*mems*
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Date: 2008-03-23 09:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-19 07:30 am (UTC)Something just throbbed in my panties...
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Date: 2008-03-23 09:44 pm (UTC)Hmm. I think that throbbing is contagious ;)
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Date: 2008-03-19 08:00 am (UTC)Clearly, he'd just look Damn Good like that. ;)
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Date: 2008-03-23 09:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-19 08:09 am (UTC)Alright, so I'm way sorry that you couldn't sleep. But geezus. This is frickin' hot.
Wow.
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Date: 2008-03-23 09:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-19 08:38 am (UTC)GOD DAMN YES. Meeep! Hot like the SUN. Guh.
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Date: 2008-03-27 01:52 am (UTC)Glad you liked the story :)
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Date: 2008-03-19 11:28 am (UTC)Wonderfully written.
Thanks!
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