the sound jensen's belt makes as it goes through the air sends shivers down jared spine. when jensen takes off dean's clothes for the night and that leather snaps as it comes out of its loops, god. jared has to be elsewhere immediately or he'll end up fucking jensen up against the clothes racks, right there.
when he's alone in his bed at night, sheets cold against his back, door locked, he lets himself imagine all the things jensen could do to him with that belt.
he curls his hand around his cock sometimes, while he thinks of it wrapped around his neck, an extra hole in the side to keep it tight - just for him. thinking about that, he keeps his other hand on his throat, fingers tight and constricting. he fucking sees stars.
other times, he imagines the black strip around his wrists, tying them together and to the bed so jensen can have his way without interruption. he thinks of sharp teeth and sharper eyes, feels them scrape along the lines of his body, red hot.
but those times are few and far between, because by far his most reccurant fantasy about jensen and that belt have jensen fucking into him, quick, short thrusts that leave him panting and begging for more - deeper. and that belt, it's around jensen's waist where it's supposed to be, clinched tight. it isn't tucked into the buckle, and the long, dragging end keeps rough-smooth sliding against jared's cock.
those times, jared comes so fucking hard he has to wipe jizz off his chin afterwards. it's hard sometimes to look at jensen the day afterwards, the most he can manage being sly glances out of the corner of his eye. but if maybe jensen catches him watching one day and his eyes go dark right before he pushes jared up against the wall and eats his mouth, well. it's worth it, then.
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when he's alone in his bed at night, sheets cold against his back, door locked, he lets himself imagine all the things jensen could do to him with that belt.
he curls his hand around his cock sometimes, while he thinks of it wrapped around his neck, an extra hole in the side to keep it tight - just for him. thinking about that, he keeps his other hand on his throat, fingers tight and constricting. he fucking sees stars.
other times, he imagines the black strip around his wrists, tying them together and to the bed so jensen can have his way without interruption. he thinks of sharp teeth and sharper eyes, feels them scrape along the lines of his body, red hot.
but those times are few and far between, because by far his most reccurant fantasy about jensen and that belt have jensen fucking into him, quick, short thrusts that leave him panting and begging for more - deeper. and that belt, it's around jensen's waist where it's supposed to be, clinched tight. it isn't tucked into the buckle, and the long, dragging end keeps rough-smooth sliding against jared's cock.
those times, jared comes so fucking hard he has to wipe jizz off his chin afterwards. it's hard sometimes to look at jensen the day afterwards, the most he can manage being sly glances out of the corner of his eye. but if maybe jensen catches him watching one day and his eyes go dark right before he pushes jared up against the wall and eats his mouth, well. it's worth it, then.