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anne could only dream. about how sam's eyes trail to the demon's mouth watching it move with a look that borders fascination and mild, challenging amusement. he's enjoying himself. very much. watching how his teeth grind. there's a second where he swears he can actually feel the drag of bone against bone in his own teeth. he could drag this out for hours at this point. even if his heart is hammering in his chest. a loud. rapid. thud,thud,thud! one that skips a beat (or two) when he sees those dark eyes comb up and down his frame with a precision that can only be described as the edge of a blade.

..if you keep doing as you're told like a good boy. sam's throat tightens. the pointed adam's apple lodged in his neck bobs heavy and hard as he swallows. a flush of pink runs up his slender nose. dusts itself over cheekbones. his forehead. did that promise and the way it was worded just do something to him? certainly looks like it. all the subtle signs point to yes! how fingers twitch before a left hand swings up to cup the back of his neck, thumb subconsciously tracing a butterfly wing light caress along the spot just under his ear and then up over the outer shell of it. pupil-blown eyes barely have time to look down at the hand bunching up the delicate fabric (well worn and well loved) of his shirt before his frame jerks forward. he stumbles to catch up and does. gaze recaptures dangerously pretty amber brown hues. long lashes (such a family trait, isn't it?) dip down at the touch to his stomach. breath hitches. through a slitted gaze, he watches still. judging (or attempting to) what might happen next...

other than the sparks that whip around his hips. up his spine.

..the hint of wariness that's mingled with want hasn't truly left and for good reason. the words that follow the touch are anything but gentle. they bring his spine straighter. his back teeth smack together and his eyes--eversobriefly--widen before pinched together brows narrow them. confusion. desire. a perfect storm blended together that serve to darken his gaze. his hand lowers slowly, fingers poised just above the wrist resting against the patch of skin just above the waistline of his pants. "wh-what?" his voice is quiet--breathless. "what did--what are you--," words are cut off by the breath exhaled hard as he's flung and lands in the chair bouncing upon impact. hair strewn across his face, the hunter looks around his seat as if not believing what happened before his attention snaps back. "..revenge?" his head tilts. a close enough to this side of pleading expression etches itself upon his face. one reflecting the disbelief that's creeping in. his chin lowers and he clears his throat. confident curiosity! is there such a thing? he finds it! "..and how do you plan on getting that...?" teeth pinch the inside of his bottom lip just enough that he can fidget without fidgeting. oh look! sammy's finding his footing again!

How much suspense can fit between a girlie and his moose until the air combusts? This might be the first experiment of its kind to show some result to things nobody ever asked themself because only Crowley can come up with the randomest ideas. Well, if you've lived for hundreds of years, reality gets so many more layers; you should try it. Sell your soul today! But first, cut back to the homoerotic tension on a level not even Anne Rice could jot down. Crowley refuses to avert his attention from Sam, naturally, keeps his head slightly tipped to one side in expectation. Teeth grinding, still, brows upturned while he scans the hunter's ridiculously tall frame deliberately slow... once he pulls back some. Once he starts to strip that flannel off. Finally!

" I'm about to climb something entirely else tonight, if you keep doing as you're told like a good boy ", Crowley drawls, if belatedly in response to that ladder remark, and cracks a crooked smirk. The distance between them gapes not wide enough to put Sam out of reach. So the demon's hand darts out to grab what layer of fabric still covers the hunter's skin and yank him closer again. Crowley has to tip his chin up in order to maintain eye contact. Meanwhile his grip loosens ere he dips his fingertips under the shirt's hem; feather-light the touch that follows the soft 'happy trail' leading to Sam's navel.

" Funny, isn't it? How there were times where strapping you to a chair and sticking needles into your pretty skull would made my day. Hell, my week, even. " Remember Gadreel? Perks! Words that totally mismatch his action. The duality of man demon. Sure, there still are days when the idea to torture Sam as well as Dean seems more enticing than Netflix & Chill, but they're rare by now. " Gotta admit, the strapping to a chair part? Still up-to-date. " A devilish giggle follows. One beat later, the hunter is flung backwards to land on the same chair atop the backrest of which he draped his plaid shirt. " Because let's be real. I deserve a wee bit of sweet revenge for my time as your bitch in chains. "

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such an odd sensation. not that it's odd in a bad way! far from it. just odd. something he's never felt before. never thought to ask for. certainly never crossed his mind to pay attention to his lovers kneecaps. unless it was a touch across them to bend a leg. inch them closer. a plethora of other things you can do with a grip around a knee. but never this. cas's mouth moves over the opposite knee giving it the same amount of praise and attention that its partner received. he half wonders if the angel thinks knees are capable of getting jealous. a tought that flutters a grin over his mouth as lips part and his tongue touches a spot just above sam's kneecap that sends a shock of pleasure thought his frame. fingers curl into the sheets, resisting the urge to bury themselves into thick, dark strands. for now. he's not sure how long he's going to be able to hold off on that once...well. things move elsewhere. things meaning.. that mouth.

speaking of?!?! sam goes to meet cas's eyes as the angel pauses to move up his body. catching sight of him taking him in, the hunter licks his lips damn near in time with cas doing the same. then his world's sent for a god damn spin so fast that he gets dizzy. gold rimmed hazel rolls white and his throat tightens as a long neck arches along with the curve of his spine. half of him swallowed in an instant. blindly reaching for and latching onto those locks that were spared only a handful of seconds earlier--sam's sharp shout of pleasure rips his mouth open and bounces off the ceiling. holy!! that was unexpected and almost too much! almost being the main word. almost. "cas!" who knew he could get that high in tone? toes press into the mattress--knees bend to cradle him between the long lengths of his legs. "god---!" he chokes on the word before lifting his head to look down at him, hips pulling back just slightly before nudging forward so that he drags across the tongue pressed so tight against his skin. "don't stop.. don't stop," he murmurs. a mantra as delight washes through every limb, warms the skin between his thighs, his stomach. everywhere.

                            CASTIEL'S EYES FLICKER UP TO SAM'S FACE. That feels good. He appreciates the intel, he truly does, because how else is he supposed to know what makes his partner enjoy themselves? Well, he could read their minds, but that generally requires a finger upon their foreheads, and that's nearly impossible given the position he's in right now. Offering Sam a hint of a smile, Castiel ducks down again to press a little kiss to Sam's kneecap before he moves to the other knee since they come in pairs and deserve equal attention.

                             After spending about two and a half minutes like that, it hits Castiel that he should focus his attention elsewhere; no matter how good it might feel, it's a fact that the genitals have more nerve endings than kneecaps, and thus react way more sensitive to touch. You can't get an orgasm from getting your knees kissed, can you? (He should ask Dean; this seems like something he would know.) So he picks his face up and then hones in on Sam's length, still hard, flushed, and curving up to his belly. Licking his lips, Castiel pulls himself up to Sam's hips, and because he forgot everything the hunter did previously (except that you have to apply your lips enthusiastically), he promptly stuffs half of Sam's erection into his mouth, careful to keep the teeth away and press his tongue against the underside.

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sam can watch the gears grinding inside that demonic skull. he wonders what is going through the other's mind. what answers or quick wit he may be summoning up from whatever pocket he keeps all his comebacks in. seems they're keen to simply watch one another for a moment. sam's tapered brow inched high. crowley's jawline twitching as jaw's moved to the side. there's a streak of pride that runs through sam's chest. warm and light. that he's managed to put crowley in the position of measuring him and doing his best to debate whatever he's debating. hard thoughts. eh? though he'd be lying if he said he wasn't borderline wondering what the hell is happening here. he is.

feels like taunting.. but there's more to it. isn't there? so says the coil of expectation in his belly. how it spreads through him from there. heated. yet sending a chill of goosebumps up his neck if he thinks too long and hard about how close they really are. when he feels the warmth radiating from crowley's skin.. it only backs up the reality that this is the closest they've been without some sort've drama circling them.

sam rolls his shoulders. is that a shrug for an answer? the glint in his eyes isn't a dangerous one, no. it's a strange mix of bewilderment, humor at that giggle and wonder. all doing their best not to give into the gay panic that was thrown his way earlier. "really climbed up that ladder, huh? crazy." tongue catches his own bottom lip, tugs it between his teeth and he uses the muscle to toy with the strip of flesh he's bitten down on. nose scrunches, he sucks in a breath once he's let go of that lip, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth after. "who would've thought..." but any amount of teasing he was about to unleash is momentarily (abruptly) paused when he's reminded..

the flannel. caught off guard enough that the slight push sends him back one, two, and a semi-stumbled third step backwards--the hunter flushes a couple shades of pink over his nose. his cheeks. white teeth bared in a flash of an uneven grin. lips form a silent "oh..." when he looks down at the flannel and the several unfastened buttons. their eyes meet and he presses his lips together swearing that if crowley ends up tossing some joke at his expense his way--he'll make sure his fist greets the demon's teeth in less time it takes him to pop the next button open. and the next. and the next. and so on.. til the flannel's shrugged off and tossed onto a chair. fingers push through long strands of hair, messing it up. least it's mostly out of his eyes when he finds that stare again. a soft heather-gray cotton shirt hangs close to his frame. "..more than talk. are you..?" his gaze drops to the tie and back up to crowley's as if he expects him to return the gesture. tie first.

A LITTLE BIT OF POKING HERE, SOME TEASING THERE. Oh, look, the moose's got a tiger in the tank! Show some claws, kitty, Crowley thinks while a triumphant grin curves his mouth at Sam discovering his inner playboy. Or maybe the demon was head over heels for the other Hardy Boy for too long to notice the gentle giant's bite? Outside of fights, that is. Crowley keenly watches Sam lean in closer and mostly from the corner of an eye, jaw jutting an inch to the side as he narrows his eyes a tad. Contemplation.

How far should he, can he drag this without ending up as demonic créme brûlée?

" And I suppose you can't wait to show me ", a brief pause to his raspy drawl: " Me? " And a low giggle trails after that. " Reached haunting your wet dreams friendship level, obviously. Won't complain about the upgrade. Long overdue. " He neither pulls away, nor makes any move to encourage Sam to go farther in his game of teaseing. Instead, he lets a couple beats tick by ere clearing his throat. " The flannel, Samantha. " Didn't he say it has to go first?

That's when Crowley plants a palm to the hunter's chest to give him a solid push, enough so that he'll likely stumble one, two steps backwards. Expectation doesn't fail to creep across the demon's face in no time. " Or are you just all talk and no action? "

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fascination and curiosity sparkles in the hunter's eyes. he lifts his head from the pillow to watch cas admiring his knees. strange thing to be attracted to but who is he to judge? he's sure he's got a few things on his list that others would consider weird. first being.. well former habits. but it doesn't end there. head tilts as he watches cas scoot down on the bed and settle between his legs. the sight hits him in the gut in a very delicious way. sends abdomen muscles hitching and another round of goosebumps to dance over his hips--thighs--up his back. his knees part to make room..but then cas is touching his skin and complimenting his knees--and it feels good.

"thanks," he murmurs as his eyes fall closed and the back of his head meets the pillow again. his pulse picks up the longer those fingers linger on him. when cas's mouth hits his skin? even in such a place? it feels delicious. lips part and a soft sigh slips free. a noise that twists into a quiet moan when a tongue joins the mix. lifting his head to look down at him again, he nudges up onto one elbow so he can see better. the view of castiel between his legs is.. well? it's a sight to let sink in. tongue out. touching him? licking up the taste of his skin? "that feels good," he encourages--wanting more. craving more. but the way this teases him? makes him ache deeper? that's a turn on itself.

oh, he could get very used to that sight the more he stares.

                                CASTIEL WANTS TO GET THE SHOW GOING IMMEDIATELY, but Sam has other ideas and makes him wait a little impatiently until he has undressed completely and gotten rid of Castiel's suit jacket as well. In retrospect, getting naked has been highly positive because he gets an unobstructed view of Sam's knees now, and they're very pretty. Castiel can't help but sit on his own legs and stare at them for a couple of seconds until Sam's voice pulls him out of his reverie. 

                                 "Yes, much better," he agrees, though probably for different reasons than the hunter because he promptly shuffles down between Sam's legs, stretching out until his own (still socked) feet hang over the foot of the bed, and then Castiel takes his sweet time getting to know Sam's knees. A fingertip brushes over thin skin covering a bony kneecap, encircling the joint with a look of utter admiration on his face. "You have very pretty knees," he tells Sam solemnly. That's the correct thing to do, right? Complimenting a partner's body in bed? He thinks he's heard that somewhere. And since Sam recently taught him that a mouth should be applied basically anywhere because it feels good, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to Sam's right kneecap and then to the left so it won't feel left out. Sam's skin tastes of the soap he used in the shower, a hint of sweat, and just Sam. It's intoxicating. Castiel licks a wet stripe up to his mole an inch above the joint.

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"mmhmm," his castiel's you're welcome as half-lidded eyes swing closed when the soft blue glow illuminates the thick air around him. the smell of ozone fills his nose as his skin's made clean. sam can still taste him in his mouth. on his lips. when he opens his eyes after his confession and plea, his head falls back so he can look up at cas with brows shoved together as his zipper's undone. he needs him. needs release. god, he's pressed so hard against his zipper that it's painful.

being half-carried to the bed is a new thing. not that he hasn't carried a few people into the same position himself. but being the one carried? that's not something that happens for someone his size. it coils a warm splash of want in his belly that feels brand new. makes his eyes meet castiel's with a look of wonder in them as he's laid down on a pillow that's been freshly swiped free from shards of the poor lightbulbs that didn't survive this showing how. anticipation floods his veins in a rush of desire-fueled adrenaline. he licks his lips and nods at the request. though he doubts anything that's about to be happen could be done so wrong he'd need to speak up.

"one second.."

it's been so damn long since he's had someone.. sam quickly leans up to shrug out of his flannel. yank his shirt over his head as best and easy as he can given castiels closeness. him ripping his pants down his thights offers more room to get the fabric discarded onto the floor. a pool of soft, well loved and worn heather gray cotton that he'd just pulled on after his shower. he motions for castiel to pause once his pants are down, trapping his legs from moving too much. a few wriggle arounds and they're off his legs completely. boxer briefs taken off in unison. both kicked to the foot of the bed. he takes castiel's suit jacket off on the way back to the pillow, too. least that's one more article of cas's clothing gone. frees him up for easier movement. a momentary pause to brush his lips against the line of the angel's jaw and sam's head meets the pillow. his body bare--stomach tight and goosebumps decorating his skin. sam's thick and hard, curved towards his belly a sight begging for a touch..

"there, much better..."

                            STILL RIDING THE SWEET HIGH OF HIS ORGASM, Castiel stares ahead, mechanically patting Sam's cheek. His eyes look feverish, and his forehead glistens with drops of sweat. Now and then, a short but visible shudder runs through him as he slowly grows soft against Sam's cheek. He looks very far away, but the fact is that he's nowhere — he doesn't think of a single thing except the hormones he can sense rushing through his body, making him feel relaxed in a way he hasn't felt before. It's Sam's voice that finally breaks through the haze and makes him squint down at the hunter, who offers a pitiful sight with semen on his face and one hand buried in the front of his pants.

                             "That felt really great, Sam," Castiel tells him solemnly as he brings his hand around to touch Sam's cheek. "Thank you." A brief, pale light erupts from his fingertip, burning the sperm away and leaving behind the vague smell of ozone. It seems impolite to soil someone like that and not clean it up after.

                             His gaze drops to Sam's hand in his pants, and a quick inhale confirms the abundance of sexual hormones, which is nice: it means Sam is not only teaching him because Castiel asked, but it shows he's affected by this, too — and Castiel can apply his newfound knowledge immediately. He leans down to pull Sam back to his feet, mostly carrying him, really, because Sam might be a large human, but Castiel has angel strength, and manhandling him toward the bed is a walk in the park. A few shards of the broken lightbulb have ended up on the pillow; Castiel brushes them off so Sam won't hurt himself, then climbs on top of the hunter. It's probably a hilarious sight: Castiel, without pants or underwear but in his socks, button-down, and suit jacket straddling a fully-clothed Sam. But the angel doesn't pay attention to that. "Tell me if I do it incorrectly," Castiel says, which is Sam's only warning before his pants get yanked down his thighs.

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lips still stained red on the inside. mixed with the clear wet of his saliva hang partially opened as his thrusts begin to pick up depth, speed. remaining oh-so-lazily exploring every curve and squeeze of muscles inside of her that are his to claim--pausing once he's buried in deep to grind against her--staying inside. relishing in the feel of her tightening around him as his head bows down and his tongue replaces the finger inside her mouth. ruby feels delicious. perfect. his spit tastes of her skin, blood and him. coating the inside of his mouth as he sucks her tongue into it. fingers drift down the outside of her thigh, bend her knee, tug it outward and he holds her. spread open for him as he pulls out and jerks himself back in. the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoes through the room. a rough slap that opens eyes wide and a trail of spit connects their mouths when he pulls back and stares down at her face. nearly the perfect picture of someone who had no idea how fucking good that was going to feel.

without hesitation, he starts to move. the thickness of his length causes him to brush against that bundle of nerves each time he claims her. takes what he wants. what feels good. nails down his back leave white marks that fade to pink against lightly tanned skin and muscle. he grins against her mouth when she tells him she wants it harder. that he should give her everything he's got. a brow arches up and that grin widens enough to show teeth when he pulls back. the hand that'd been gently stroking her hair as he moved inside her tightens into a fist. "harder.. you want it harder?" his question comes ragged and deep. fingers press into her hip bone. having let go of her leg as he withdraws. bending in--he uses that grip on her hair to turn her head exposing her throat and the deep line of her jugular to him.

teeth press against the muscle there. like they might break through skin, but his tongue grazes over their marks right before he uses his strength. phyiscal and demonic to flip her over onto her stomach. both hands grip her hips. lift them up to his waist. sam wastes no time in thrusting back in. brutal. deep. jarring him on his knees behind her and shoving her chest into the mattress. least now his pants are in a pool at his knees. what's left of the torn fabric of her panties is simply ripped away from the side and discarded somewhere on the bed. he doesn't care where they land. thumbs press against the curve of her back and he holds her. right where he wants her. hips at a perfect angle for him to fuck her. which is exactly what he does.

there's no gentility in the way he moves. every thrust has him buried to the hilt with a growl or a grunt as he stares down at the length of her back and how her rear moves with each powerful, abandoned jerk of his hips. she feels perfect. taking him in as he moves his right hand up her spine to the back of her neck. and then around it. squeezing as he lifts her head back and grips onto her throat. tight enough to restrict her air but not cut it off. the pose she's in is sinful. black hair cascading down her back, nails bite into the flesh of her hip. hard enough to draw blood that he brings his hand up to lick clean before taking hold of her again.

head rolling back, he lets his eyes fall shut as teeth bury into his bottom lip and his hold on her throat tightens. there's no rhythm that she can predict when the next thrust is coming. only the slight squeeze that happens before he takes her again and again and again. sam loses himself. half-lidded eyes open to a back that he bends closer to. not once stopping. his teeth bite into her shoulder. and he keeps them there. a line of wet runs down her back as he stiffens impossibly more. breathing rough pants through his nose as he releases her leaving imprints of his teeth behind. "what've you done to me.. to us," but he doesn't wait for an answer. he just thrusts harder. deeper. bucking into her as another spot near the back of her neck his victim to his teeth. sam groans. as addicted to this as the light trickle of a taste he craves from the bottom of his soul. heat spreads down his thighs. but he's not close. not yet. he could keep her underneath him, on her knees all night. til she's bled fucking dry and she can't move. only want more.

【❖】   ――――    Ruby's   body   arched   in   response   to   Sam's   powerful   thrust,   a   gasp   of   pleasure   escaping   her   lips   as   he   filled   her   completely.   The   sudden   fullness,   the   delicious   stretch,   sent   waves   of   ecstasy   coursing   through   her.   Her   fingers   dug   into   his   shoulders,   anchoring   herself   as   he   began   to   move   within   her.   The   slow,   deliberate   rhythm   he   set   was   maddening.   Each   withdrawal   left   her   feeling   empty,   aching   for   more,   only   to   be   filled   again   with   exquisite   precision.   She   met   his   thrusts   eagerly,   her   hips   rising   to   meet   his,   wanting   to   take   him   deeper   still.

His   finger   in   her   mouth   added   another   layer   of   intimacy,   another   point   of   connection   between   them.   She   sucked   on   it   gently,   her   tongue   swirling   around   the   digit   in   time   with   the   movement   of   their   bodies.   Her   eyes,   heavy-lidded   with   desire,   remained   locked   on   his   face,   drinking   in   every   flicker   of   pleasure   that   washes   across   his   face.   Ruby   felt   consumed   by   the   intensity   of   their   connection,   every   nerve   ending   in   her   body   alive   and   singing   with   pleasure.   The   room   filled   with   the   sounds   of   their   passion   -   soft   moans,   heavy   breathing,   and   the   rhythmic   creaking   of   the   bed   beneath   them.

She   reveled   in   the   weight   of   Sam's   body   pressing   her   into   the   mattress,   the   heat   of   his   skin   against   hers.   Her   hands   roamed   his   back,   feeling   the   flex   and   ripple   of   his   muscles   as   he   moved   within   her.   She   traced   the   curve   of   his   spine,   nails   lightly   scratching   his   skin,   urging   him   on.

The   coil   of   tension   low   in   her   belly   wound   tighter   with   each   thrust.   Ruby   could   feel   herself   getting   close   to   the   edge,   that   exquisite   precipice   of   release.   She   wrapped   her   legs   tighter   around   Sam's   waist,   changing   the   angle   slightly.   The   new   position   allowed   him   to   hit   that   perfect   spot   inside   her   with   each   stroke.   She   panted   his   name   like   a   prayer   on   repeat.

Leave   it   to   the   only   person   on   this   earth   who   could   even   make   her   consider   betraying   the   devil   himself,   but   in   this   moment,   right   here   and   right   now   ?   Sam   was   her   religion,   her   salvation,   her   everything.   The   way   he   moved   inside   her,   the   way   he   touched   her,   it   was   like   he   knew   every   secret   of   her   body.   Ruby's   mind   went   blank,   overwhelmed   by   the   sensations   coursing   through   her.   Her   world   narrowed   down   to   just   this   -   the   feel   of   Sam's   body   against   hers,   inside   hers,   the   taste   of   his   skin,   the   sound   of   his   ragged   breathing.   She   clung   to   him   desperately,   her   nails   raking   down   his   back   as   she   sought   purchase.   But   the   slow   and   gentle   she   couldn’t   handle   any   longer.   ❝   Harder,   Sam…   Give   me   your   all.   ❞

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sonny's fingers in his hair earns a low growl of a noise from his throat. a pointed adam's apple bobs with the noise as his head tilts back into her touch breaking the kiss and exposing more of his jawline and throat to her mouth as she tastes and explores his skin. large hands move along the outsides of her thighs as she settles into his lap and he can feel how warm she is through his jeans. right in the center. a sensation that ripples up his spine and has him damn near choking on his next breath. his touch continues to explore over her body. underneath her shirt, a palm snakes across her belly and the other slides up her side and around her back. he nods to her voice, licking his lips and moaning into the air when she touches a spot near his jugluar. a weakness. he could fucking melt..

deft fingers unlatch her bra from the clips. then turn so that his nails can scratch lightly over the skin that's been trapped against the fabric for the whole day. by the time he leans his head back so he can look up at her, both of his hands move to the hem of her shirt--ease it up over her head taking her bra along for the ride. eyes squint--a silent question if she's alright with him touching her. there's a dark hue that's swallowed up most of the color inside the gold and blue and green that make up his eyes. earthen in hue. a forest at dusk.

where her legs drape over his thighs, he's pressed in tight. hips arch and she could easily feel how hard he's become inside his pants. and still? his touch is gentle. moving along her ribs and down her spine until he's either given permission or pulled into where she wants him to be.she's gorgeous. right here. like this? how could any man not want her? and god. he wants her so bad, the need for her is pulling him under faster than he could fight it. not that he cares to. he can drown right here. in her. and be perfectly content.

from  a  soft  kiss  to  an  intense  one,  almost  becoming  desperate  from  him.  feeling  him  not  wanting  to  let  her  go  at  this  moment.  as  for  sonny?  she  didn't  want  him  to.  allowing  herself  to  melt  into  the  kiss  that  sent  her  shooting  up  into  the  sky  and  not  wanting  to  come  down.  lungs  on  fire  from  the  lack  of  breath.  but  it  didn't  bother  her  enough  to  pull  away.  in  fact,  she  scooted  closer  as  their  kiss  grew  deeper. 

despite  feeling  on  cloud  nine  as  sam  kissed  her  with  such  intensity,  there  was  more  to  it.  taking  note  of  the  way  he  held  her  into  him.  remembering  the  high  emotions  that  was  felt.  that  she  was  sitting  with  not  too  long  ago.  knowing  that  he  needed  her.  she  was  always  there.  in  the  safehouse,  on  a  hunt,  anywhere  when  it  was  just  them.  she  was  always  there.  and  that  wasn't  ever  going  to  change.  not  when  she  feels  so  strongly  for  him.  not  when  she  knew  that  his  life  is  throwing  him  left  and  right.  she  wanted  to  be  his  safe.

the  moment  his  teeth  sunk  in  her  lower  lip,  it  triggered  a  soft  sound  coming  from  her.  please.  his  plead  didn't  fall  onto  deaf  ears.  along  with  the  rest  of  his  confession  that  was  muttered  against  her  lips.  pulling  back  just  enough  to  catch  her  breath  and  to  examine  his  features.  her  own  hands  placed  above  his  that  cradled  her  face.  brushing  the  top  of  his  skin  with  her  thumb  before  nodding.  “okay.”  simple  word  spoken  in  almost  a  whisper  as  she  then  crashed  her  lips  back  onto  his  with  much  more  intensity.

panted  breath  between  their  lips  as  she  moved  to  straddle  his  lap.  managing  to  not  part  from  him.  her  own  fingertips  now  finding  themselves  tangled  into  his  shaggy  hair.  everything  inside  her  wanted  to  burst  as  the  two  were  now  chest  to  chest  in  this  new  found  position  they  are  now  in.  gently  gripping  onto  his  hair  as  swollen  lips  then  moved  from  his  own,  to  his  jaw,  to  his  neck.  placing  soft  heated  kisses  onto  his  skin.  wanting  to  take  that  pain  away  from  him.  even  if  it  means  just  for  this  moment.  “be  alive  with  me.”

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the sheer pleasure of pleasing cas swings lashes down to rest against his cheekbones. from behind closed eyelids, sam can sense the lights flickering as his tongue caresses and licks at the skin sliding between his lips. brows buckle towards one another as a muffled whimper can be heard low in his throat and felt agaisnt taut, spit soaked skin. with another flickering, his gaze swings open once again and focuses up the length of castiel's torso onto his face rather than the room around them. dimming and brightening bulb near the bed illuminates the hair at the top of castiel's head as if it were a halo fading and brightening as his hips start to sway. oh his pants are so tight. his own length pressed tight against his zipper. the idea he's getting harder and harder on his knees with cas in his mouth? only worsens his situation. or is that...betters it? definitely betters it.

sam head starts to bob moving his mouth low upon the length that almost hits the back of his throat once the angel's hips pick up their pace with each taste and flick of his tongue. long fingers grip onto castiel's hips tight but then his right hand shifts and begins to move up his back pushing fabric up the length of his wrist. bunching it before it spills over and veils most of sam's arm from view. blunt nails dig into skin and start their slow descent down castiel's back and towards his ribs--that spot above his hip that, on sam's body, drives the man insane with want. might as well let cas feel what that feels like, right?

all the while? his mouth starts to suck against him like he's starved and cas's taste is the only thing that can sate that hunger. noises begin to fill the room. pleased moans as he swallows the evidence that cas is getting closer as he hears his low, rumble of a voice answer the question he pauses only long enough to ask before devouring him all over again. greedily. fingertips dig into cas's hip bone and side and he hears the tattered noise of a man about to come right as cas pulls himself half out of his mouth and the warm wet splash of his release hits against sam's cheek. without thinking, he turns his head towards it. tongue meeting his tip to taste and gather what's left as the last of the throes roll through castiel's frame. he doesn't stop until cas is spent and he's licking up what he can reach with the fevor of someone lost in the effort to have it all.

sitting back on the balls of his feet once cas is released from the grip of his orgasm, he stares up at him with the wet across his cheek leaning in to nuzzle against his slightly softening length. dropping his hands to his own belt, he unfastens it--pops open the button of his jeans. his plump lips still glistening as he murmurs against flesh wet with his saliva and cas's release. "the way you taste... cas. i'm so hard.. please.."

                            CASTIEL SHUDDERS WHEN SAM'S HAND TOUCHES HIS QUICKLY FILLING SHAFT. His palm is rough, enticing, making heat bloom in his lower abdomen. Castiel can't help but subtly push into that hand because this feels amazing, and he wants more of it, he wants it all, and Sam obliges by pressing a thumb to the crown. A choked-off, surprised sound leaves the angel's lips; he stares, enthralled, pupils blown wide,  and thinks that nothing he did with April has ever felt as good as this. Maybe it's because he trusts Sam; maybe mutual friendship and faith are what raise intercourse to a whole new level. If so, he wonders why Dean seems to prefer one-night stands. But Dean is only a minor, fleeting thought, quickly banished by a hot, pink tongue that carefully touches his erection, now fully grown and hard. Castiel makes another sound low in his throat, and the lights start to flicker uncontrollably for a handful of seconds as if a ghost is threatening to attack them — but the ghost is Castiel's raw angel power that spills past the confines of his vessel.

                             "Sam," Castiel says, his voice even lower than usual. His hand drops from Sam's head to his face, cupping his cheek. He watches in breathless awe as his erection disappears between plush lips, and it's more than the actual feeling of a velvety tongue pressed against taut skin that makes him shiver and gasp. Oh Lord, he can feel himself through Sam's cheek! That should be forbidden — has anything the right to feel so good? No wonder humans can't get enough of this.

                             "Good?" Castiel echoes, then can't help but laugh briefly until it's cut off by a punched-out groan when Sam gets back to business immediately. "It's — oh. Don't stop, Sam, I'm—" He swallows, helplessly petting Sam's cheek as the pleasure builds low in his belly, making his testicles feel tight and heavy. He's starting to sweat even though he never sweats, not even in 100 degrees, but this is too much to handle. The lights flicker again — on, off, on, off — and Castiel starts to subtly thrust into that sweet, hot mouth until the climax is crashing into him out of nowhere (it's not like he has enough experience to realize he's about to orgasm). His erection slips free halfway through, and he comes over Sam's cheek and his own hand while the lightbulb of the nightstand lamp explodes into a thousand shards.

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sam feel dizzy as his blood rushes through his veins. heart feeling like it's beating a million beats a minute as his tongue and mouth explore the expanse of a hip bone and the soft, velvet flesh that dips along it. he moans low, deep as fingers curl into his hair. his fingers press into cas's thighs, gripping there as his tongue flicks a lick at the crease where hip meets thigh--it breaks his attention away from what he's doing when elegantly shaped fingers curl in deeper and cas's voice hovers in the increasingly thickening air above him. lust-blown eyes crack open and look up the length of a torso that's practically towering over him in his position. he catches sight of castiel's gaze. his bottom lip is still pressed to the angel's skin, mouth open as he manages the barest of nods to the question..

..the way want is starting to consume the youngest winchester? sam's good at toeing a line until he isn't. and caves into the need that always devours every inch of him when he lets go and yields to all those little gnawing wants and desires pent up inside his frame. the ones that break out like a bursting dam when he can't keep them in check. and oh... that dam is cracking. chipping away steadily. he doesn't look away from castiel's expression as his right hand caresses over to the hard shaft that's inches away from his cheek. sam swallows thick. what experience he's had in this department is self-inflicted. stroking someone else? not so much. doesn't mean he hesitates. no. instead, those fingers curl around castiel's length with a thumb pressed to the ridge lining his tip.

the golden hazel lining the rims of his irises begins to darken from desire as he explores him. stroking gently. once. twice. his thumb teasing the head with a curl against the very tip. a pink tongue dips out over sam's bottom lip. caresses castiel's hip one more time before he moves that mouth over to where his fist is wrapped around hardened, velvet skin.

lashes flutter as his tongue sticks out. licking against his tip, learning the taste. a hum breaks away into a moan with the flavor that fills his mouth. another lick and his hand slips down cas's shaft holding it near the base. sam's mouth replaces the touch. just the tip at first. closing around it. sucking. teasing. licking over the opening at the top. his eyes roll white then he forces himself to focus for as long as he can. up at castiel as he bobs his head taking several inches in before pulling back with a pop whispering against the tip, "is that good," he murmurs and doesn't wait for the answer before he takes him back into his mouth--deeper this time tongue caressing against the thick vein running along him. oh... this... this.. could be so damn addicting.

                               FINALLY, SAM SEEMS TO UNDERSTAND. Relieved that he doesn't have to explain further, Castiel dips his head up to meet Sam's lips. Kissing is excellent. Not orgasm-inducing, but a part of intercourse. And he likes it. It should be gross considering their wet tongues are touching and swapping saliva and, with that, thousands of bacteria, but a) Castiel is an angel and immune to illnesses, and b) there obviously are hundreds of nerve endings that ensure the soft touch of lips and tongues feels amazing. Hot sparks dance down his neck and make him shiver. One hand comes up to cup the back of Sam's head to keep him rooted to the spot while Castiel's tongue carefully dips into Sam's mouth, sweeping behind his teeth.

                                Then Sam breaks the kiss, trailing his mouth down Castiel's chin, his throat. The soft touch makes him shiver pleasantly, and he distantly tells himself to remember this: Mouths should be applied to body parts other than lips because this feels highly positive. Why hasn't he thought of that before?

                                Anyway. Now he knows. Before he can apply this newfound knowledge, Sam drops from sight. Confused, Castiel squints down at where the hunter is kneeling in front of him. "Sam, what are you—" Ah. Undressing. Yes, that's important. Intercourse is impossible with clothes in the way. As soon as the belt and button are opened, the slightly too-big pants slide off his narrow hips and pool around his feet. Castiel quickly steps out of them and kicks them behind himself, and then Sam's fingers are already hooking into the elastic of his boxers. His lips are pressed to a spot under Castiel's navel. It's a very good spot. Castiel starts to feel warm all over, and the skin on his belly prickles and tingles as the blood is rushing southward. 

                                "Sam," he murmurs as he watches, entranced, how Sam is pulling down his underwear to reveal his quickly filling length. This feels glorious. Castiel has the distinctive thought that kissing the center instead of his hips would feel even better, though. One hand tangles into Sam's hair, silky strands that feel like smooth, cool water between his fingers. "Do you think you could show me fellatio?" 

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sam takes note of the impatience in castiel's voice. can't help but feel a little guilty for keeping him waiting when..it seems like all he wants to do is dive in and figure it out as he goes. the questions were meant to see what he might like. what he might want to experience first and make those a priority but..the angel seems very direct in wanting to explore, well. EVERYTHING until he figures out what he likes the most. okay. he can work with that. he listens to the answers and dips his head into a nod. broad shoulders hitch in a shrug and he closes the distance between them. "okay. then. we can figure it out...," he murmurs as hands drift up to dance a caress over castiel's cheekbones.

head dipping down, he cups castiel's cheeks in his palms. fingertips tracing over skin that is warm and soft to the touch. when he captures castiel's lips with his own--it's a kiss that sam lets himself indulge in. the taste. the feel of castiel's mouth against his. draws a murmur of delight from the younger winchester's lungs. one that gets fed into the kiss and caresses over a tongue that dips in between castiel's lips to taste. feel. sample the flavor of as they breathe against one another's noses. one warm breath feeds the other. sparks ignite in sam's chest. does castiel have any idea how much he means to him? he wonders sometimes. because he'd never see himself the way sam sees him. brilliant. worthy of so much devotion. because he's given him and dean nothing BUT.

his touch drifts lower. dances along castiel's throat as he pushes his tongue deeper. deciding fuck it. his touch glides up. up. up. fingers bury their long lengths inside dark, cool to the touch strands of hair. both at the back of castiel's head and the top. another lingering kiss peppered over the angel's bottom lip, his jawline and then his throat before with a shuddering breath. gold rimmed hazel meets blue and he moves his mouth to castiel's chin. throat. sam falls to his knees. fingers circle around castiel's wrist. he brings it to his lips as he peppers kisses along the thin skin there. other hand deftly rids castiel of his belt buckle. the button and zipper of his pants are undone even if his fingers tremble. nervous anticipation. the full on wonderment of where this will lead.

sam pulls his mouth away, cranes his neck back to look up at him and lets the eye contact linger for only a heartbeat or two before he dips in and presses a kiss to the exposed flesh just above the elastic line of castiel's undergarment. both fingers curl into the waistband of his pants and the fragile fabric he's kissing above. then start to draw them down over his hips. further still... his mouth latches onto his hip and starts to suck a mark that buds red underneath his lips. fingers flutter a caress along an inner thigh that is soon bared to his touch. less frustration, he hopes. a shaken breath and he moves to the opposite hip to repeat the same. the taste of skin over his tongue earning a groan of want that sparks a splash of chills moving down his own inner thighs, stomach..and heat that spreads from there on out.

                               FOR A MAN WITH AN AWFUL LOT OF OPINIONS, Sam sure takes his sweet time to respond. Perhaps Castiel should have asked Dean for guidance on this topic. Or maybe he should have returned to Chastity to ask her. She is a professional, at least, and maybe this is a request that only sounds normal when there's some sort of payment involved? Castiel doesn't know, and it frustrates him. Why is it that people jump at the opportunity to show him how his mobile device works, but as soon as it comes to fellatio and all other sexual practices, they get weird? Humans love intercourse. It's not like Castiel wants something painful here.

                                Sam's hands slide off his face and instead reach for his hands. "I don't know, Sam," Castiel repeats, a hint of impatience creeping into his voice. To him, they're just going around in circles. How can he tell Sam what he wants to know if he doesn't even know what things exist in the first place? Sure, he's watched humanity for thousands of years, but it's not like he paid close attention to what they were doing in the bedroom. He deemed sex very boring until he tried it out recently. "I want an orgasm. Preferably more than one, to be honest. I don't really care how that happens. And," he stresses because that has been nagging him a little, "I want my partner to have orgasms, too. And I don't know how to achieve this."

                                Simple in-and-out movements hadn't succeeded the last time, so what was the trick? Where did he go wrong? "There must be a standard procedure. Right? Or maybe a handful of standard procedures one can build upon later." How else does Dean satisfy his partners if not expertly performing these procedures?

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@theirmadness || different kinds of kisses || accepting!

[ line ] sender draws a trail of kisses down the length of receiver's shoulderblade and up their neck. [ lucifer ]

the room's quiet. only the sounds of his breath hitching fill the room. soft gasps that clip each inhale short. dark. illuminated by the glowing red of a neon sign just past the window and only that. dean, obivously, found company with the woman whose brother he was neck and neck in a shot contest with at the little bar across the street. raking in bets that he was going to lose by pretending to be a lightweight. fingers smooth across his bare chest from behind. a fluttering touch that's got him curling his hands against the cotton fabric of his pajama pants on top of bent knees. curling toes into the plump softness of a surprisingly comfortable motel mattress. the air feels thick. like breathing outside in a summer in the south. swallowing more water than air but somehow still managing to breathe.

feels like forever since he's been touched like this. brutality? yeah. plenty. but soft? gentle? as fingers curve in against his skin and drag blunt nails down it--that mouth hits his neck. it's there that he feels something he wasn't expecting. his face twists up. he's not dreaming. is he? and eyes crack open.. where there was once a strand of blonde curls spiraling down over the side of his shoulder--it's now just his own skin. nothing's there. scruff against his cheek as teeth graze over his earlobe then begin their descent. sam freezes. all but his head that falls forward and allows his gaze to fix on the hand resting against his stomach, near the elastic band resting below his belly button.

broad, thicker fingers---ones that immediately fill his mind with the cold splash of memory. the sound of his cries. screams. the way blood tasted in his mouth. his own. fills the back of his throat with a familiar copper, ghastly taste. those hands that were the source of so much fear. terror. familiarity. agony. reprieve from it. but never letting the pain truly ebb. those hands? never leave his mind for long. goosebumps explode across the plains of sam's stomach. down his sides. the mouth on his shoulder smiles before it disappears. heads turn to face one another, sam looking behind--lucifer only having to meet his eyes. "miss me, sam?" sam can't tell if he says it, or sam just hears it.. or made the words up on his own.

the arms around him tighten. "go to hell.." sam's knee jerk reaction is to kick an elbow backwards that has no room to swing. misses it's mark. and does nothing. wake up. he tells himself. wake up. another grin twists the devil's mouth. he isn't sleeping. is he?

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@qapsiel || MORE SMUTTY PROMPTS BUT WITH SOME PLOT FOR EXTRA SPICE 🔥|| accepting!

23)  one muse has little to no experience with sex and approaches the other more experienced muse to teach them. (sounds logical for Cas)

stunned. sam rests back against the headboard of his bed where, moments earlier, he was doing the same thing only reading through the book that was still sitting--now very much forgotten--in his palm. now? that sedaris novel is a forgotten but present weight in his grip. one that jerks his attention towards it when he drops it onto his lap without taking his gaze off cas. he just..kinda remembers that the book was there cause he dropped it like dead weight. forgotten. til it isn't.. mouth open, his head tilts.

yes. cas approached him so matter of fact, as one would expect. very befitting of what one might expect from the angel. blunt and to the point. as anyone would expect castiel to be. just. the proposition that sam now faces was nothing expected. ever. and even though this pause only lasts for a few SECONDS to let the question and the reasoning sink into the younger winchester's brain--he manages to blink. once. twice. cas wants to learn more about sex. has already rationalized dean away and now stands inside his room--door closed--saying he knows sam would be a better teacher. more patient. sorta like how he asked him to show him how to work a cellphone properly. a splash of color dusts itself over the bridge of a pointed nose. spreads over his cheeks but the wide, toothy smile and little puff of air that escapes. says the idea isn't unwelcome. nor is he laughing at cas. he's just.. sam. flustered, in a good way, but understanding.

a color on his skin born out of a pulse that picks up with the images that he has in his head. long legs clad in black sweatpants with their openings loose at the bottom swing over the edge. he picks the book off his stomach and sets it aside on the nearby nightstand. fingers rest on his stomach. pressed against the soft, well washed and worn fabric of a dark gray t-shirt in an attempt to sooth the butterflies that beat their wings against the walls inside. expression soft as he comes to stand in front of cas, long fingered hands lift and cup both of cas's cheeks. fingertips graze over his cheekbones then spread until he's able to guide his head back just enough that when he leans in their noses touch.

"you're sure you want this from..me," he asks in the dark space between them. warm breath moving over cas's mouth. sam brushes their noses together, presses a kiss to the corner of the angel's mouth and feels fireworks go off in his chest. okay. okay. that's.. okay. wow. a crease of discovery forms between his brows. "tell me what you want to learn.." sam's seen and done a lot of surreal things in his lifetime. surreal's sorta what they do. but this? this is a whole new brand of it..and be damned if it barely feels real. yet. ULTRA REAL all at once.

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a low growl vibrates against her skin as sam feels her unlatch and unzip his pants. the instant freedom of the heaviness between his legs makes him break his mouth free long enough to moan when fingers wrap around him and begin to stroke. she writhes against him and he pushes into that touch, grinding hips down into her palm as he returns to suck the opposite nipple between his teeth. his finger presses against the ring of flesh that so desperately moves against the tip. like she's trying to pull him in. eyelids flutter as his eyes roll back and he sinks that digit into her not stopping until his knuckle bottoms out and he is snug against her. thumb now finding it's mark on that little nub of flesh and bundle of nerves--he rolls his hips against her strokes and the noise that leaves him is damn near primal.

he hears his name. fucks her with his finger as she bucks against him, aching. seeking all the friction she can get. he likes her like this. desperate and needy for him. it's turn around. it's fair game. for what she puts him through. starving him. making him crave her to the point he feels like he's going insane. maybe he is. maybe part of him is just gone now. he wonders if he'll ever get it back.

or if he wants to.

his hips move as her legs pull him in. he doesn't waste any more time. hell. not even enough time to get his pants fully off. or hers. instead. he balls his hand up in the crotch of her panties and tears the damn things open. pushes his pants and the rest of his clothing off his hips far enough that it frees him completely and leaning up to capture her mouth with teeth and tongue, he swats her hand away and takes hold of himself. he doesn't enter her gently. it's a thrust that peels his fingers away quickly. a buck of his hips that has half of him buried inside her heat that is there to wrap around him, squeeze him and make his whole body shudder.

"ruby.. fuck," he murmurs against her mouth as hands come up to brush through her hair. curl into it's dark lengths. the other? his finger presses against her bottom lip and slips past it over her teeth. a gesture that makes him quiver inside. he stares into her eyes. watching as he finishes joining with her in one steady, now slow push of his hips. inch by inch. til they meet and he's stretching her open for him, rolling his hips as his own lips part in a silent moan of satisfaction. one that leaves him in a warm rush of breath and has his head tilting back.

"that's it...," he murmurs. it's then that his eyes fall closed and the drag of him pulling out along with the push of him back in begins. it's indulgent. this sway of his hips that lets him feel all of her so heated and wet. all the while? his finger starts to thrust into her mouth in the same motion of his hips, matching the time. the depth. mimicking it.

【❖】   ――――    The   way   he   effortless   spun   her   around   on   the   bed   to   hover   over   top   of   her   had   her   skin   tingling.   His   touch   felt   like   a   lightning   bolt,   electrifying   every   inch   of   her   body   and   igniting   a   fire   deep   within   her   core.   Call   Ruby   greedy   and   selfish   all   you   like   but   she   wants   him,   all   of   him   to   herself   and   right   now   that’s   exactly   what   she   has.   As   Sam's   mouth   descended   upon   her   neck,   she   arched   her   back,   her   breath   hitched,   and   her   pulse   raced.   Her   fingers   threaded   through   his   hair,   holding   him   close   as   he   continued   his   sensual   assault   on   her   body.   Each   touch,   each   kiss   imprinted   into   her   memory,   like   the   most   vivid   of   dreams.

She   moaned   softly,   her   hips   bucking   against   his   touch,   wanting   more,   needing   more   of   him.   Her   eyes   fluttered   shut,   lost   in   the   moment,   as   he   continued   to   explore   every   sensitive   part   of   her   body.   She   felt   the   need   to   reciprocate,   to   give   him   the   same   kind   of   pleasure   he   was   giving   her.   Carefully   not   to   disturb   what   Sam   is   doing   her   hand   moves   down   from   his   hair,   slipping   between   their   bodies   to   undo   his   pants.   Sam's   rock-hard   erection   springs   free,   and   she   wraps   her   hand   around   it,   feeling   the   heat   and   hardness   of   him   in   her   palm.   She   couldn't   help   but   stroke   him   gently,   wanting   to   please   him   in   return.

A   whimper   draws   from   her   lips   and   her   core   throbs   against   his   palm.   She   wants   him   so   badly,   her   skin   feels   like   it’s   burning.   That’s   because   it   is,   it’s   burning   full   of   lust   and   desire.   She   wants   him   inside   her,   needed   him   to   complete   the   connection   between   them,   to   merge   their   souls   in   the   most   intimate   of   ways.   Eyes   open   to   watch   him,   so   intense   and   focused.   Her   fingers   tightened   around   him,   and   she   began   to   stroke   him   more   insistently,   her   hand   moving   in   a   rhythm   that   mirrored   the   pounding   of   her   heart.

She   knows   she   has   him   right   where   she   wants   him   but   that’s   a   double   edged   sword,   because   he   know   he   has   her   on   the   verge   of   begging   and   she’s   never   begged   for   anything   in   her   entire   life.   Not   even   when   cold   hard   steel   cut   through   her   flesh   time   and   time   again,   never   did   she   beg   for   mercy.   But   right   now   ?   For   him   and   for   this   ?   She   would   beg   all   he   wanted.   Her   hips   involuntarily   buck   against   his   palm   seeking   the   friction   that   he’s   denying   her.   ❝   Sam…   ❞   Her   voice   hoarse   with   desire.   ❝   Please,   Sam…   ❞   Legs   wrapped   around   his   waist,   pulling   him   closer,   wanting…   NEEDING   him   to   claim   her   completely.  The tension within her is mounting, threatening to snap like a wire tightened beyond it's limits.

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blood.

every swallow sends sam to a higher high than he's ever felt. more than joy. more than the time's he's gotten drunk. or stoned. every adrenaline rush that filled the back of his mouth with the taste of copper and made his limbs tingle? nothing compares to what's rushing thorugh him with each and every drink. he wants to never come up for air. to feel her hand in his hair, coaxing him on. how she's on him--grinding down--and he's rocking up against her shuddering when he stiffens so obviously inside his jeans. the press of the zipper through the thin material of his underwear doesn't even register. not when she feels so damn good. and tastes? well she tastes even better.

a groan. thick and wet and full of crimson. yet not a single drop of is spilled against the corners of his lips that glisten dark, inky red. he ends up falling into her mouth when it's over. tongue still coated with the elixir that he craves more than breath. his hands tremble as they push through her hair. cup the back of her head and hold her so solid against his mouth that he feels his bottom lip burst open just enough that the taste of his own blood laces with hers. and it sends him into a bliss that ends with him helping her tear the rest of his shirt up over his head. hurried hands toss it to the side. forgotten. hers is next. sam doesn't give her any time to tease him with the promise of flesh. he yanks it up off her and her bra? two of the hooks are bent beyond use and damn near ripped out of their little fastener when he sends that to the floor.

a strong grip around her has ruby's world spinning when he pivots her with utter ease and switches their positions. doesn't right how they're laying across the bed in the wrong direction. that might come later. might not. what does happen, though? is his mouth and teeth and tongue begin to swink down her neck. to her collarbone. as one arm braces him against the mattress and the opposite hand cups her breast. thumb rolling her nipple against it until his mouth takes over and frees his hand enabling it to sink between them. her belt is unlatched. pants unbuttoned and unzipped. sam's hand does the rest.

it sinks in and palms her core, fingers curling against her heat as he sucks the nub of flesh against his tongue hard. a moan, muffled against her skin, comes heavy and deep. oh he wants her. he wants her so bad and she feels so good against his palm as his thumb sinks into her folds and starts to explore her. not quite touching where he knows will have her squirming underneath him. he wants to hear her ask. wants to hear her beg like she makes his insides beg for her to come back when she's gone. she's his like this. all for the taking and take is all he can think of. take is all he wants to do. as the blood in his veins mingles with hers and sends him reeling.

【❖】   ――――   Ruby   shivered   under   his   touch,   the   feel   of   his   breath   on   her   wrist   sending   shivers   down   her   spine.   Her   eyes   locked   with   his,   the   intensity   of   their   connection   leaving   her   breathless.   She   could   feel   the   hunger   in   his   eyes,   see   the   primal   urge   that   mirrored   her   own,   and   it   only   made   her   want   him   more.   The   taste   of   her   own   blood   mixed   with   the   metallic   tang   of   it   on   his   lips   always   sent   a   jolt   of   pleasure   straight   through   her.

As   Sam   sucked   harder,   the   room   wanted   to   spin   around   her.   She   stole   the   change   to   lean   him   back   to   straddle   his   lap.   As   she   sat   her   hips   rotated   letting   her   center   grind   against   him   for   a   little   added   friction.   The   sounds   of   their   ragged   breathing   and   the   soft   creaks   of   the   bed   beneath   them   punctuated   the   air   with   a   primitive,   animalistic   frenzy.   Her   heart   raced,   her   body   trembling   with   the   intensity   of   the   experience.   The   pain   and   pleasure   mingled   in   a   heady   cocktail   that   intoxicated   her.

She   knows   that   soon   his   hunger   will   grow,   grow   stronger   than   what   she   can   give   to   him,   but   for   now   she’s   his   for   the   taking.   She   knows   what   he   wants,   and   she   is   more   than   willing   to   give   it   to   him.   All   that   mattered   was   the   connection   between   them,   the   bond   that   had   been   forged   through   countless   battles,   the   hunger   that   had   been   nurtured   and   fueled   by   their   desires.   She   felt   the   heat   building   in   Sam's   chest,   the   fire   that   burned   within   him,   and   she   knew   that   when   this   was   over,   he   would   be   forever   changed.   But   for   now,   she   was   content   to   be   consumed   by   his   hunger,   to   become   the   object   of   his   desire,   the   vessel   through   which   he   could   quench   the   thirst   that   had   been   gnawing   at   him   for   so   long.

Her   fingertips   dance   through   the   back   of   his   hair   as   he   drinks.   A   smile   spreads   across   her   lips,   her   eyes   shining   with   a   mixture   of   lust   and   satisfaction.   She   knew   Sam   well,   knew   the   beast   that   lurked   within   him,   and   she   reveled   in   the   knowledge   that   she   was   the   one   who   could   bring   it   to   the   surface.

When   Sam   finally   released   her   wrist,   her   skin   slid   against   his   lips,   leaving   a   trail   of   dampness   where   he   had   tasted   her.   She   pulled   away   slowly,   giving   him   one   last,   lingering   look   before   she   turned   her   attention   to   other   parts   of   him   that   needed   attention.   Her   lips   met   his,   soft   and   tender   at   first,   but   the   need   within   her   soon   took   over,   and   the   kiss   grew   more   intense,   more   passionate.   Their   tongues   danced   together,   exploring   the   depths   of   each   other's   mouths   as   the   fire   between   them   swelled.   Fingers   and   hand   desperately   tore   at   the   soft   fabric   of   his   shirt.   Hands   eager   to   feel   skin,   to   touch   every   inch   of   him.

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pinned post.

usft side-blog to safetypinned. here you're going to find threads, musings, etc that i'm reblogging here once they get a little spicy for the dash. so, once again, mature themes are highly present. that's what it's for! no one under the age of 21 please! keeps it clean for my partners who aren't into that and lets my partners and i do our thing! if you're here, welcome! if this isn't your bag, feel free to meet me over at @safetypinned.