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writethelifeyouwant · 3 years ago

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Serious | Part 1

Summary: When Ty and Jensen go out to a fetish club, they run into one of Ty’s ex boyfriends, Jeff. As the night wears on, and Jensen and Jeff get to know each other more intimately, they discover they share something unexpected in common.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Ty Olsson | Jensen Ackles x Jeffrey Dean Morgan Rating: 18+ Word Count: 3,220 Warnings: Dubious Consent, Use of Safe Signal (Ignored), Use of Safe Word Tags: Light Pet/Puppy Play, Master/Pet, Unhealthy Dom/Sub Relationship, Exhibitionism, Public Sex, Oral Sex, Multiple Partners, Threesome, Anal Sex Bingo Squares: @j3bingo - Jeffrey Dean Morgan | @spndeanbingo - Threesome | @spnkinkbingo - Puppy Play

A/N: Commissioned by @katbratsupernaturalwhore! This was a really cool idea from Kat, and I loved the chance to write a good bit of Daddy Dom JDM 🥵

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Jensen shivered as they entered the dimly lit passage that led them into the coat room for the club, despite the fact that it was about twenty degrees warmer inside than it had been outside just a moment ago. A club attendant reached their hands out for Jensen’s coat, and he swallowed uncomfortably before reaching up to unzip it, revealing his collar to the young worker. He felt their eyes linger on it for a moment before they took the item of clothing from him and turned to Ty, handing over the tickets for both their items.

Jensen rolled his shoulders and flexed his neck, mentally preparing himself for the rest of the night, when he felt Ty’s hand on his shoulder. Like the good and obedient submissive he was, he dropped to his knees immediately. A short metallic click alerted him to the fact that his leash had now been fastened to the back of the collar, and he gulped, letting his eyes drift closed, trying to centre himself.

“Crawl, boy,” Ty instructed, voice rumbling deeply from his chest, and Jensen felt him kick the sole of his foot to get him moving. Jensen dropped onto his hands so he was on all fours and began to crawl.

Upon entering the main floor of the club, Jensen could feel the bass shaking his bones, rattling up his wrists and knees so thoroughly it set his teeth on edge. He didn’t particularly like this club. Okay, that was a lie; he hated it here. House rules: all the subs – or pets, as they exclusively called the people like Jensen here – were required to crawl instead of walk, and they weren’t allowed to stand up unless they were in private, or their Master’s demanded it of them. Jensen was just grateful his Master had permitted him to wear jeans and knee pads this time. The last time they’d come here he’d dressed Jensen in a pair of tiny leather shorts, and his knees had been raw for ages after their play evening.

Jensen didn’t mind going out with Ty usually, he liked clubbing and dancing, and if they were in a place that was a little more… inclined towards their lifestyle, he even enjoyed getting a little dirty on the dance floor in the middle of the crowd. Here though, he was so constricted to this role, he never had very much fun. But they had kept coming back, because it was one of Ty’s favourites, and Jensen was a good boy, so he went where his Master told him and did what made him happy.

Ty led Jensen over to the side of the club that had couches and tables and booths, and he sighed in relief when he saw that there were a few cushions laid out under the table they were headed for, so that the pets could kneel on something more comfortable. He couldn’t quite see what was happening on the table top from his current height, but it looked like some kind of card game, and Jensen smiled to himself. This, he was into. Being a cockwarmer for his Master while he played poker or some other game with a big group of guys; he loved how useful he felt, providing his Master with that kind of constant pleasure. Plus there were no other subs at this table, so no one would actually be able to watch him, which was even better.

“Heya, fellas,” Ty greeted the other Masters at the table, tipping his imaginary hat to them as he sat down. Jensen crawled under the table and knelt at Ty’s feet, waiting patiently for him to spread his legs so he could undo his jeans and suck down the cock that was already vaguely bulging beneath his fly.

“What’s your buy in?” Jensen heard someone ask.

“Well, I’m a bit low on cash right now, but I’m happy to offer services in exchange.”

Ty was grinning, Jensen could tell by the tone of his voice, but Jensen’s heart dropped. He wasn’t here to keep Ty happy while he played – Ty wanted to whore him out to the other players. It was something he’d threatened to do before, but Jensen had always just thought it was just dirty talk. Now, on his knees, faced with the possibility of sucking a stranger’s cock, he wasn’t feeling very comfortable with the idea at all.

“Does he bite?” Someone else above the table laughed.

“Only if you’re into that,” Ty chuckled in reply. “So, that work for everyone?” There was a general murmur of assent, and Jensen swallowed nervously, his heart beating maddeningly against his ribs.

“Room for one more?” A pair of booted feet appeared at the side of the table, presumably belonging to the deep, gravelly voice that had just asked to join in.

“Well, I’ll be damned!” Ty shouted with laughter and leant forward across the table to shake the stranger’s hand.

“Why am I not surprised to see you here?” the unfamiliar voice replied jovially.

“I am surprised to see you here though.” Ty moved over on his booth to make room, and Jensen shifted himself accordingly beneath the table so his lead wasn’t pulled taut. “This was always way more my kink than yours.”

“Eh, I still dabble sometimes,’ the stranger replied, and Jensen desperately tried to put together a picture of what he looked like. He had worn, black jeans on, frayed on the hems from age, and his boots were expensive but clearly lived in. He sounded a little older than him and Ty, and the gravel in his voice made Jensen think the guy was a little rougher looking, maybe. He sounded damn attractive though. That voice alone could melt Jensen like butter if it said the right words.

“Buy in, Jeff?” the dealer asked the new guy – Jeff. Jensen was weirdly glad he had his name. It suited him, from the little Jensen had ascertained about him so far. He wondered how Ty knew him.

“I’ll pay it after I win the first hand. Throw ‘em down,” Jeff responded cockily, and Jensen laughed to himself. This guy’s confidence could give Ty’s a run for his money, and inwardly Jensen hoped Jeff did win the first hand.

“You boys don’ mind if I take the first dip before I start passin’ ‘im around, d’ya?” Ty grunted, unzipping his pants, and Jensen’s mouth filled with a bitter taste of saliva and adrenaline. Fuck, he wished he could just stick to sucking Ty off, he didn’t want a load of strangers shoving their junk down his throat.

“Woah, you got someone down there?” Jeff asked, his body shifting as he peeked under the table to get a look. Jensen glanced to the side, eyes locking with Jeff’s and he felt his whole body flush as Jeff grinned at him devilishly. “Well, fuck me,” Jeff gave a considering once over to Jensen’s body then returned himself topside. “He a good boy for you?”

“Very good, aren’t you boy,” Ty reached below the table and gave Jensen a cursory touch on the head that he couldn’t help but nuzzle into, relishing in the praise.

“So he’s not an absolute brat like you were f’me?” Jeff laughed heartily, and Jensen’s brows rose. So that’s how they knew each other.

“Oh he likes kickin’ up a fuss if you give ‘im the chance,” Ty yanked on Jensen’s leash and he tipped forward, his head landing in his Master’s lap, lips next to his now unclothed cock. “But that’s just ‘cause he wants it rough, huh bitch?”

Ty didn’t give Jensen the chance to answer, though, because he quickly grabbed hold of Jensen’s neck and forced him down over his cock. Jensen gagged for a moment at the unexpected intrusion, but his throat quickly got used to it.

“Good fuckin’ bitch,” Jensen heard Jeff rumbled distantly, “sounds like he’s drownin’ down there, sure he can handle that?” His tone was light and joking, but there was a hesitance to the pace of his words that made Jensen think he actually meant them seriously.

“Yeah, he fuckin’ loves it, don’t you worry,” Ty assured the group, and to prove his point he thrust his hips particularly hard into the back of Jensen’s throat, producing a choked off moan from the man.

“Dirty ass slut,” another man’s voice joined the conversation, and Ty laughed in agreement.

“You got that right, here, see f’r yourself.”

A second later there was a thin, bony hand running it’s way through his hair. It was most definitely not Ty’s, and Jensen gagged. The owner of the hand clearly liked that sound, because he pushed down – hard – forcing Ty’s cock to the back of Jensen’s throat, and choking him on it. Jensen quickly reached up and tapped on the guy’s arm twice in two, distinct motions, but nothing happened. He tried with Ty, reaching up and tapping the safe signal on his Master’s thigh, but Ty just shoved his hands down off his body.

“Uh uh, no touchin’ boy,” he grunted, seemingly ignoring Jensen’s choking and the tears now streaming down his face that he must be able to feel falling on his skin, but then a moment later Ty’s hand gripped his neck and broke the stranger’s hold, yanking Jensen off of his cock. Jensen sucked in a rattling breath, coughing as the air finally reached his lungs.

To his horror, Jensen saw the man who’d been holding him down tear into his own pants and pull out his cock, which was already beginning to harden.

“Master, no, please,” Jensen’s voice was a hoarse rasp, and he chose to pretend that maybe Ty didn’t hear him properly over the noise of the club, because he kicked Jensen towards this man and guided his head down onto his cock, squeezing his cheeks so his lips opened for the intrusion.

“Good boy,” Ty grunted, petting Jensen’s neck as he began to suck the cock of his own accord. “You show him a goddamn good time, baby.”

Jensen hummed and tried to relax into the blowjob. The praise from his Master had been a nice little boost, but he still wasn’t sure he was happy sucking off anonymous strangers just so Ty could play poker and ignore him all night. It felt degrading, and not in the fun, sexy way. It felt seedy and perverted, and supremely selfish on Ty’s part.

“Fuck, put your back into it, slut,” the man receiving Jensen’s attentions growled above him, bucking his hips and getting the tip of his cock to the back of his throat. It was enough to make Jensen gag, but luckily not long enough to go any further. He pulled back, spluttering and coughing, sucking in large breaths while he had the chance.

“Where the fuck d’ya think you’re goin’, boy?” Ty growled when he felt Jensen recoil against his legs. A hand reached beneath the table and felt for Jensen’s face, turning him towards his Master before he received a harsh slap across the face. Jensen’s cheek glowed red in pain and humiliation.

“No more, please,” Jensen choked out, and earned himself another slap.

“You get over there an’ finish ‘im, you whore,” his Master leant down to reprimand him under the table. “Don’ make me look stupid.” He tugged on Jensen’s leash violently and sent him towards the still naked cock protruding under the table, the guy jerking it with his scrawny little hand in anticipation of Jensen’s return.

“You’re treatin’ him a little rough, dontcha think?” Jeff leaned toward Ty and asked the question under his breath, surreptitiously trying to sneak a peek at the other man’s cards while he was at it. His ex just laughed at him and shoved his shoulder back into his own space, hiding his hand.

“Little whore loves it,” Ty excused with a shrug and a wicked grin. “He puts up a fight because he wants you to beat it outta him.” Ty’s smile was downright malicious now.

“You two sound like the perfect fuckin’ match then,” Jeff inclined his head with a pout of consideration, looking back to his hand of cards and shaking off the brief feeling of unease he’d gotten a moment before.

He could have sworn he’d heard the sub say ‘no’, but if it was all an act then what the hell, it was none of his business. Ty had always liked things rougher than him, the CNC stuff had been something he was never interested in pursuing, and that was one of the reasons they’d wound up breaking it off. That and they could never settle on who got to Dom who. That relationship had made it crystal clear to Jeff that he was really not a Switch, and Ty sure as fuck wasn’t either.

A strangled groan from the other end of the table drew his attention, and Jeff looked up just in time to see the guy on the right side of Ty scrunching up his expression in a pretty damn horrific O face. He smirked to himself and looked away, not needing that mental image carved in his brain. But his mind did wander to the other half of the orgasmic pairing, the one who seemed to be sucking this guy’s soul out through his cock. That hadn’t taken very long at all, and he couldn’t deny that after that little display he was looking forward to his own turn. He reached down to adjust himself in his trousers, growing more uncomfortable by the second the longer his mind lingered on the man under the table.

“Jeff?”

Jeff looked around to find the dealer staring at him quizzically, and realised the circle had come back to him, and all but one player had folded. Ty still held his two cards aloft, waiting for Jeff’s decision. He pursed his lips and considered for a moment, then reached for his remaining chips and dropped them in the centre.

“All in,” he smirked at Ty, challenging him directly. “Fold or match, baby boy?”

Ty glowered, looking down at his own hand and his remaining chips – just enough to match Jeff’s bet.

“Raise,” he grunted cockily, shoving his own chips forward as he stared Jeff down.

“And what are you sweet’ning the pot with?” Jeff arched a brow, curiously. “You already put your boy to work down there, you gonna get on your knees for Daddy, like the good ol’ days?” he grinned, knowing that would never happen in a million years, but he couldn’t resist the look of fury it brought to his opponent’s eyes.

“You can have his cunt, too,” Ty offered with a smirk, and Jeff felt his dick throb against his fly. “But if I win,” he held up a hand and pointed at his chest emphatically, “I get yours.”

Jeff grinned and reached for his whiskey, swirling it around the cut crystal of the glass for a moment, pondering, before tipping it back and swallowing hard.

“I bet,” he laid his cards face down on the table, “and I call.”

“Two pair,” Ty flipped his cards over triumphantly, revealing a ten of spades and an ace, then indicated the ten of hearts in the river and the ace of spades it was laid next to. “Aces high, my friend,” he grinned. Jeff nodded, suitably impressed, before he gave Ty a guilty smile and flipped over his own hand: the other two tens. Ty’s face crumpled.

“Three of a kind, baby boy,” Jeff held up his fingers, smirking proudly. Ty growled at the use of the diminutive moniker, slamming his fist on the table. “Now, now, it’s just a game,” Jeff laughed, patting the other man on the shoulder. “But I do still want to claim my prize,” he licked his lips, eyes glancing towards the table surface, where Ty’s sub was kneeling beneath them.

“Yessir,” Ty nodded, false cordiality clearly audible in his tone. “Now’s good a time as any, yeah?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Jeff grinned wolfishly, standing up from his seat as stretching before reaching down and cupping his semi. “Winning always does get me goin’.”

“Get up here, boy,” Ty slid out of his seat and tugged his sub up behind him with his leash. Jeff took a moment to admire the man knelt before him – eyes glassy, lips swollen, and a bit of cum dripping down his chest where the open button down shirt exposed his freckled skin. Ty yanked on his leash again, and the sub choked. “I said up, bitch,” he growled, hauling the man to his feet, and then bending him over the empty table that was next to the poker game.

“Right here?” Jeff asked, a little taken aback.

“You want him, this is how you get him,” Ty grunted roughly, pulling his own cock back out and shoving it into the sub’s mouth, eliciting a groan from the man on the table.

“Your boy, your rules,” Jeff shrugged, reaching out and groping the man’s round, firm ass, that was so nicely on display for him now.

“He’s always prepped to go, you can just slide right in,” Ty grinned, fucking his own end enthusiastically.

Curious, Jeff reached around to unbutton the jeans that were between him and his prize, and quickly pulled them down, finding no underwear to remove. There was a black plug in his ass, with big block letters reading ‘SLUT’ written on the end. Jeff scoffed and rolled his eyes a little bit, before extending a hand and beginning to play with the butt plug, twisting and tugging on it so it pulled against his rim. The sub began to moan loudly, writhing around on the table and pounding his hands on the surface.

“Yeah, fuckin’ take it,” Ty groaned, grabbing his boy’s hands and holding them down on the table to get better leverage to fuck into his throat. “You gonna use that cunt, or what?” He challenged when he looked up to see Jeff watching him.

Jeff went for his own jeans and began to undo them, pulling his cock out through the slit in his boxers and stroking himself to full hardness as he continued to play with the butt plug, fucking it in and out of the hole he was about to bury himself in.

“Fuck,” Ty moaned, “gon’ make me cum.”

Jeff quickly pulled out the plug and plunged himself in. It had exactly the desired effect, the sub moaned loudly, the sound shaking his whole body and causing a chain reaction. Ty lasted two more thrusts before he stilled, cock buried deep in his boy’s throat, face contorted in obvious pleasure. Jeff grinned and pulled out, then fucked back in swiftly, setting a teasing pace.

Ty finally extracted himself from the limp body between him and Jeff, and the sub immediately began coughing, his lungs filling with desperately needed air. His hole clenched around Jeff’s cock every time he coughed, and Jeff groaned loudly, fucking into the pliant heat in front of him even harder. But then he kept on coughing, and something didn’t feel right.

Jeff stilled, looking down closely, and saw the man was crying, choking around his own sobs.

“R–rr-” he hacked, and Jeff’s eyes widened, his heart thudding in a sudden panic. “Red.”

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writethelifeyouwant · 3 years ago

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Serious | Part 3

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Ty Olsson | Jensen Ackles x Jeffrey Dean Morgan Rating: 18+ Word Count: 3.5k Tags: Hurt/Comfort, After Care, Daddy Kink, Daddy Dom, Daddy!JDM, Sub!Jensen, little hint of Brat!Jensen, Clothing Kink, Praise Kink, LOTS of consent, Voice Kink, Hand Job, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Orgasms Bingo Squares: @spndeanbingo - First Kiss | @spnkinkbingo - Voice Kink

A/N: Commissioned by @katbratsupernaturalwhore! This was a really cool idea from Kat, and I loved the chance to write a good bit of Daddy Dom JDM 🥵

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“Daddy,” Jensen breathed on a gentle sigh, like he was uttering a prayer, and merely speaking the word aloud had granted him some kind of solace.

“That’s a good boy,” Jeff smiled, kneading the back of Jensen’s neck carefully, working to loosen the strained tendons and muscles he could feel there. Upon hearing the praise, he felt Jensen’s body relax under his touch even more.

“You gonna let Daddy take care of you baby?” Jeff asked softly, bending forward and pressing a ghost of a kiss against Jensen’s cheek, waiting for the okay before he took anything more.

“Yes please,” Jensen nodded, and Jeff turned his head just slightly so they were kissing properly, moulding his lips firmly over the younger man’s. He might have been about to say something else, because Jeff caught him with his mouth open, lips parted, but he didn’t let any words escape and instead pushed his tongue inside to devour them.

Jensen let a shocked moan out into the kiss, maybe a little taken aback at the sudden ferocity after Jeff had spent so long being gentle and comforting. Jeff eased back a little, their bottom lips pulling apart and their top lips just barely skimming against each other, still close enough that they were breathing each other’s air.

“Wh– why’d you stop?” Jensen panted, worried, wide eyes glancing up at Jeff's own. “W–was I bad? I’m s-sorry, it’s b-been a while.”

“Been a while?” Jeff pulled back curiously, tilting Jensen’s face up towards him when he tried to look away. “A while since what, baby?” he asked softly, understanding that this was something Jensen was clearly self-conscious about but unable, for the life of him, to think what that could be.

“S–since,” Jensen gulped nervously, “since I k-kissed anyone,” he stuttered.

Jeff’s jaw dropped like someone had put a ten pound weight on it. That had to be a fuckin’ joke, right?

“Jensen, baby, whaddya mean?” Jeff honestly couldn’t wrap his mind around the idea that someone wouldn’t want to kiss the man currently sitting in his lap.

“Ty, um, he didn’t like it,” Jensen shifted uncomfortably at the mention of his recent ex-boyfriend. “S-said my mouth was only good for one thing, an’ it wasn’t kissing.”

“That fucking bastard,” Jeff growled, and he had to fight the urge to stand and go after the man that had made someone as perfect as Jensen feel so worthless. “Listen to me Jensen,” he forced the younger man’s eyes back on him again and spoke very evenly, wanting to make sure Jensen took him seriously.

“Forget everything that asshole ever told you. Because yeah, I’m sure those lips will feel real good around my cock, and I can’t wait to try ‘em out, but that is far from the only thing they’re good for. You are so much more than just a sex toy, baby. Do you believe me?” Jensen blinked rapidly and tried to look away, whether in shame or embarrassment, Jeff couldn’t say, but he didn’t let him turn his head. “Do you believe me, baby?” he repeated softly, brushing a strand of hair off the boy’s forehead as he spoke.

“Why’d you stop kissing me, then?” Jensen asked haltingly, clearly not used to being able to speak his mind or voice his doubts.

“Because I was nervous I’d gone too fast for you,” Jeff admitted with a wry smile. “I meant to work up to that, get you a little more comfortable before I tried to swallow your tongue,” he laughed under his breath, and to his relief Jensen let out a small huff of breath in amusement too. “But the second I had my lips on yours my rational brain basically shut off. You’re intoxicating, Jen,” Jeff breathed, forehead rolling against Jensen’s and lips skimming across his in a just-barely-there kiss before he pulled back so he didn’t get carried away again.

“Really?” Jensen’s question brushed their lips together again, and so did Jeff’s answering nod. Each spit-slick pass of skin on skin sent a jolt of electricity to his core, and he could feel his heart skipping beats erratically in his chest.

“I want you to kiss me again, Daddy.” Jensen voiced his desire so sweetly it made Jeff’s cock twitch in his jeans, and he almost gave in immediately, but he clung onto the one shred of composure he had left to tease the boy just a little before he gave into both their cravings again.

“What’s the magic word, baby?” Jeff teased, clutching onto his role as the dom before he threw order and rationality to the wind and fucked Jensen into next week.

“Please, Daddy,” Jensen begged, winding his hands desperately into Jeff’s shirt and trying to tug him closer. “Please.”

Jeff couldn’t resist Jensen’s pleading green eyes even if he wanted to, and he crashed their lips together violently, all concern for frightening the boy chased from his thoughts to be replaced with a singular intention: ruin him.

Jensen melted into Jeff’s kiss, letting him take whatever he wanted from him and very much enjoying it. In the back of his mind was a niggling fear that he shouldn’t be doing this, and maybe it was stupid to seek comfort from a stranger who had basically assaulted him not two hours ago. But that hadn’t been Jeff’s fault, it was Ty that let that happen, and right now Jeff was making him feel more valued and worthwhile than he’d felt in a long time, and Jensen didn’t want that comfort to stop. He didn’t want the kissing to stop either.

Jeff manoeuvred them so Jensen was on his back on the single bed, the older man hovering over him but very carefully not holding him down, keeping all his weight off to one side. Jensen appreciated the room to breathe, but he wanted him closer, wanted to feel like they were wrapped up in each other. He tangled their calves together, pulling up one of his knees to rub between Jeff’s thighs and grinning to himself when he felt the hard bulge in the man’s jeans.

“You like feeling what you do to me, baby boy?” Jeff rasped, his words curling into Jensen’s mouth as their tongues twined with each other.

“Mm-hmm,” Jensen hummed in affirmation.

“Is Daddy making you feel just as good?” Jeff asked, pulling back and smirking like he already knew the answer and Jensen couldn’t help the small roll his eyes made of their own accord.

“What do you think?” he grinned. This felt so different to how he was used to behaving as a sub; he never would have dared talk back to Ty like that, but something was pushing him to let out his personality a little more, and based on how things were going, Jeff liked it when he did.

“Can Daddy feel?” The dom grazed his stubble along Jensen’s neck and whispered huskily in his ear, making the younger man shiver. God, Jeff’s voice was something else; rough like sand, flowing like honey, temptingly sweet but hiding a tinge of danger behind his words, like they were ready to sting.

Jeff didn’t wait for an answer before a hand with calloused fingertips danced down Jensen’s naked chest, towards where the boy was covered with nothing but the leather jacket, his erection very obviously tenting the heavy fabric. Jensen expected him to move the jacket, or at least push his hand underneath the material, but he just brushed his palm over the leather, settling his hand lightly on Jensen’s erection. He didn’t move, didn’t grope, didn’t take advantage, just rested there. Jensen bucked up impatiently into the touch, and Jeff laughed – that seemed to be what he was waiting for.

“Ask for what you want baby, I know a big boy like you can use your words,” Jeff smirked, and Jensen had the inexplicable urge to stick out his tongue but he didn’t think the older man’s appreciation of his attitude would extend quite as far as being forgiving of that, so he held himself back.

“I want you to touch me, Daddy,” Jensen breathed, nuzzling into the stubble on Jeff’s neck and enjoying the prickling scratch against his skin.

“I am touching you.”

Jensen couldn’t see his face but he could hear the smirk in Jeff’s voice. He bristled, unaccustomed to being able to ask for what he wanted, and worried that whatever he said might be embarrassing, or make Jeff rethink what they’re doing here.

“I–” Jensen swallowed against the words nervously.

“C’mon, tell me what you want me to do to you baby boy,” Jeff murmured. “Can’t take care’a’ya if you don’t tell me what you need.” There was a pregnant pause.

“Jerk me off,” Jensen let out in a rushed sigh, burying his face deeper in the crook of the dom’s neck.

“I think you’re missing something there, boy,” Jeff chuckled, but his hand slowly started to move over the swell of Jensen’s crotch.

“Please,” Jensen moaned as Jeff pressed down over his balls, then dragged his palm back up the length of his cock. “Please jerk me off, Daddy. Need you to jerk me off,” he panted as Jeff’s movements sped up, becoming much more intentional, and he wrapped his hand around Jensen’s cock and the leather jacket, making a sleeve for him to fuck into.

“Good boy,” Jeff grunted, clearly affected by Jensen’s pleas, because his voice had grown even more gravelly, and the praise made tendrils of pleasure twist through the base of Jensen’s stomach, his hips jerking up into the leather channel gliding around his dick.

“Shit,” Jensen whimpered, rutting harder into Jeff’s hand, the leather growing hot and slick around him. “Feels so good, Daddy.”

“You’re doing so good for me baby,” Jeff emphasised the praise with a squeeze around the head of his dick and Jensen’s hips stuttered. “Look so hot fuckin’ my jacket like this, gonna be able to smell you on it for days; bet I won’t be able to wear it without gettin’ rock fuckin’ hard thinking about you like this.”

“Oh god, don’t stop,” Jensen keened, unbelievably close to an orgasm already. It had been so long since he’d been given this much direct attention and kindness that his body was like a live wire, ready to burst into flames at any moment.

“Don’t stop what, baby? What’s gonna make you cum when I tell you to, like a good little boy?” Jeff breathed, pulling back and making Jensen look up at him. His pupils were blown wide with arousal, colouring the brown of his irises even darker, and his skin was flushed beneath the salt and pepper scatter of his beard. Jensen didn’t want to know how much of a wreck he must be if Jeff was that visibly worked up without even being naked.

“T–talking,” Jensen admitted, marginally embarrassed by the confession but desperate enough to reveal what had got him so close to the edge, so Jeff didn’t stop. “Keep talking. Love your voice…so hot,” he panted, eyes squeezing shut so he didn’t have to see Jeff’s reaction, focusing on the sensation of the older man’s hand tightening around the base of his dick as he continued to fuck up into the jacket wrapped around him.

“You like my voice, huh?” Jeff teased, but Jensen could tell it wasn’t malicious. “You like hearin’ me tell you what to do?” he dropped his pitch even more and Jensen felt his heart jump in his chest. Christ, this man was going to kill him. “You like hearin’ me tell you what a good boy you are, getting yourself off for Daddy?”

Jensen tried to say ‘yes’ but he didn’t think it came out audibly, probably just a strangled groan.

“Well baby, I’ll keep talkin’ if you keep fucking yourself into my fist until you cum, how does that sound?” Jensen saw Jeff’s grin through his lashes as his eyelids fluttered in pleasure and he nodded absently, concentrating his energy on his hips and doing what Jeff told him to. “That’s it baby boy, doing so good for Daddy,” Jeff spoke the gravelly words right into Jensen’s ear, so his breath hissed across his skin and caught on the beads of sweat trailing their way down the taut tendons of his neck.

“You don’t need to think about anything else, just keep making yourself feel good, baby boy. Daddy wants to see what you look like when you cum. You already look so fuckin’ hot rubbing off against my jacket like a dirty, desperate little whore. You Daddy’s little whore, baby? Gonna cum all over Daddy’s nice leather jacket and get it fuckin’ filthy? Maybe I’ll make you wear it outta here, so everyone can see how good you were for your Daddy, show them what a good, dirty whore you are, huh baby?”

Jeff was practically growling against his ear by the time Jensen came, shouting loudly through his release as his cock twitched and sputtered, heavy ropes of cum decorating the leather channel he was still fucking into haphazardly. Jensen’s vision blurred temporarily as he came down from the high of his climax, Jeff’s continued litany of praise becoming muffled and distant as he swam through the glowing haze of pleasure his body was floating in. It had been such a long time since he’d cum like that: with someone telling him how good he was, that he was doing exactly what they wanted by making himself feel good. The idea that Jeff was getting off on his pleasure was overwhelming, and it only made Jensen want to please the dom more.

“Such a good boy,” Jeff was still murmuring when Jensen pulled his consciousness back to the surface, and he realised the older man was rocking him gently in his arms, combing his fingers through the damp hair at the back of his neck and while he waited for him to settle down. Jensen twitched his legs a little to reposition himself so he wasn’t leaning on Jeff’s arm so heavily, and his knee brushed against the man’s erection, which was still hidden behind layers of denim and cotton.

“You want some help with that, Daddy?” Jensen asked breathlessly, blinking his eyes a few times to clear his vision and look up at Jeff with as much of a smirk as his tired muscles could muster.

“You don’t have to, baby boy,” Jeff assured him with a gentle smile. “You don’t owe me anything.”

“You told me to tell you what I want,” Jensen answered, feeling a little more confident in the wake of his orgasm, and moving to sit up. He stretched out a hand and ran his fingers over the stretched denim at Jeff’s crotch, smiling to himself at the hitch in the older man’s breathing when he touched him. “I want this,” he breathed, eyes meeting Jeff’s seriously.

“You want Daddy’s cock, baby boy?” Jeff asked with a crooked smirk, and Jensen nodded. He slid off the bed and pulled Jeff with him, quickly ridding the man of his shirt before reaching for the belt and undoing its clasp. Jeff got with the programme quickly and toed his boots and socks off so when Jensen tugged his jeans and underwear down, he could step out of everything with ease.

“Do you wanna get down on your knees for me? Show Daddy how good a cocksucker you are?” Jensen dropped instantly, his mouth already open before his knees hit the floor, and he took Jeff to the hilt on his first swallow, drawing a litany of curses from the older man. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ you are a good little cockslut,” he groaned, hands finding the back of Jensen’s head and tangling in the short spikes of hair he had available to grip.

“Goddamn, you’re a good fuckhole,” Jeff panted, hips snapping eagerly against Jensen’s face, and he took the attention easily, basking in the praise Jeff was raining down on him. “This throat’s almost as good as your ass was. One day I’ll have to see how long I can hold still in here before you’re beggin’ me to fuck your face,” he slapped Jensen’s cheek affectionately and held him steady, cock buried as deep as it could go. “How long d’ya think you could keep me here, boy?” Jeff moaned, but he pulled back a second later, moving Jensen off his cock entirely to let the boy get a proper breath in.

“As–” deep breath “–as long as you want, Daddy. I can do it.” Jensen looked up at him plaintively, wanting Jeff’s cock back in his throat, wanting to taste his cum on his tongue.

“I’m sure you can baby boy,” Jeff smiled, and laughed under his breath when Jensen’s face relaxed under his reassurance. “But we’re gonna test that some other time, right now Daddy wants to fuck that ass until you’re begging me to make you cum again, how’s that sound?”

“I–” Jensen hesitated, suddenly nervous. “I don’t know if I can cum again,” he admitted quietly, eyes shifting to the floor in embarrassment. He had never been able to have multiple orgasms with Ty, or any of the one-night-stand doms he’d had before that. Jeff reached down and helped Jensen to his feet, tilting his chin up to look him in the eye seriously.

“Hey, if you wanna keep it at one orgasm for the night that’s fine, baby–” Jeff assured him, and Jensen let out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding in relief. “–but I think your cock might be a little annoyed with you if you do that,” he added with a smirk.

Jensen quirked a brow in confusion but followed Jeff’s glance down his body to see that he was indeed getting hard again. He wasn’t all the way there, but he was definitely sporting a semi at least.

“Oh,” Jensen breathed, looking back up at Jeff in surprise.

“Let Daddy take care of you, baby,” Jeff mumbled against his lips, kissing him gently. “Know what we both need.”

Jensen let himself be led back to the bed and lay down on his back, spreading his legs when Jeff pushed them apart so he could climb between his thighs. With a wink and a wicked grin, he ducked down and sucked Jensen into his mouth, wringing a gasp of surprise from the younger man. He buried his hands in Jeff’s hair on instinct and felt Jeff’s arm come up to hold his hips still while he suckled him back to full hardness.

“Fuck, you taste good, baby,” Jeff sighed happily when he sat back, reaching down to stroke himself as his eyes took in the whole sight of Jensen on the bed, splayed out just for him.

“Want you to fuck me Daddy. Please,” Jensen moaned, desperate again, but still coherent enough to remember his manners.

“Good boy, askin’ for what you need,” Jeff smiled, leaning forward and kissing Jensen soundly for a few moments while his fingers teased around the boy’s hole. “You still stretched enough to take me, baby?”

“Yeah,” Jensen nodded eagerly. “Wanna feel you stretch me open Daddy, wan’ you to make me yours.”

“You serious about that, baby boy?” Jeff ran the tip of his cock between the soft globes of Jensen’s ass, prodding at the hole teasingly, but holding back. “Do you wanna be mine? Only mine?”

Jensen realised why Jeff was hesitating, and peeled his eyes open, tipping his head back and fixing the dom with a resolved expression.

“Yeah, I’m serious,” he breathed, watching carefully for Jeff’s gut reaction to that statement, heart clenching nervously. “Wanna be with you.” He hadn’t necessarily meant to jump from one relationship to another but something about Jeff just felt right, in a way no one else ever had.

“You want me to fuck you… cum inside you?” Jeff checked, cock pressing in just a little and Jensen keened, trying to shove his hips down onto the thick length. “And make sure no one else does that as long as you’re mine, yeah baby?” He pushed in slowly, the tip of his cock sliding in easily and Jensen threw his head back in a groan.

“Yes,” he gasped, pressing back into Jeff as his cock slid in deeper. “So serious. So fucking serious, fuck…” he moaned as the dom bottomed out, rocking their hips together for good measure to make sure he couldn’t shove in any further.

“Good,” Jeff grunted, pulling out slowly and teasing himself back in, his breath hitching when Jensen squeezed around him in encouragement. “Fuck, you keep that up you’re gonna make Daddy cum, baby boy,” he moaned, picking up his pace and slamming into Jensen on the next thrust. Jensen moaned beneath him, wrapping his legs around Jeff’s waist and fucking himself back into the older man’s strokes.

“Good,” he laughed under his breath before the sound was taken over by a moan. “C’mon Daddy, make me yours.”

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