Fic: Salvation in You (JA/JP)
Okay. So. I porned.
Title: Salvation in You
Pairing: RPS Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Um, besides the porn? Religious symbolism, I guess.
Wordcount: 310
Notes: Dedicated to all the n00bs on my flist, who have been fantastic and allowed me to molest them and/or spam their inboxes with comments. Happy birthday to![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
unoriginal27 and estrella30, even though the latter has no idea who I am. :D
Jensen’s like a porn star when he’s on his knees: looking up at Jared through sooty lashes, poised as if in worship, and jerking him fast and rough, saying the most beautifully filthy things Jared has ever heard. Each pull of Jensen’s hand on his cock is almost unbearable, so hot and tight and perfect Jared would fall over if not for the wall behind his back.
“Come on, baby, yeah, come on my face,” Jensen purrs, and Jared can’t see anything but that gorgeous, pursed mouth, shiny with spit and red from kissing. Then Jensen’s thumb digs into the head of his dick and he can’t see anything at all.
“Oh my God—Jensen,” he moans, shaky and trembling, on the edge of a revelation.
Every scrape of Jensen’s cool metal ring against him is agonizing, every puff of Jensen’s breath over the head of his cock bringing him that much closer. But he needs more: more of that sinful mouth and those wicked eyes.
“Do it, do it, wanna taste you,” Jensen says, licking his lips, and God that is it, that is it and Jared is coming so hard he has to lock his knees so he won’t topple down onto Jensen.
“F-fuck! Fuck...” Jared gasps like a prayer, sinking down the wall slowly while the aftershocks roll through him.
When he can focus his eyes again, he sees Jensen wiping a finger through the thick, milky ropes of Jared’s come on his face, bringing it to his mouth and moaning low.
"You taste so good, Jared," he murmurs. Jared loves him this way, marked and baptized and pure, so he leans forward and kisses the taste out of Jensen's mouth.
Jensen pulls back and smiles like he’s just been given a gift. He slowly undoes his jeans, the 'pop' of each button as intoxicating as wine.
Title: Salvation in You
Pairing: RPS Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Um, besides the porn? Religious symbolism, I guess.
Wordcount: 310
Notes: Dedicated to all the n00bs on my flist, who have been fantastic and allowed me to molest them and/or spam their inboxes with comments. Happy birthday to
unoriginal27 and estrella30, even though the latter has no idea who I am. :DJensen’s like a porn star when he’s on his knees: looking up at Jared through sooty lashes, poised as if in worship, and jerking him fast and rough, saying the most beautifully filthy things Jared has ever heard. Each pull of Jensen’s hand on his cock is almost unbearable, so hot and tight and perfect Jared would fall over if not for the wall behind his back.
“Come on, baby, yeah, come on my face,” Jensen purrs, and Jared can’t see anything but that gorgeous, pursed mouth, shiny with spit and red from kissing. Then Jensen’s thumb digs into the head of his dick and he can’t see anything at all.
“Oh my God—Jensen,” he moans, shaky and trembling, on the edge of a revelation.
Every scrape of Jensen’s cool metal ring against him is agonizing, every puff of Jensen’s breath over the head of his cock bringing him that much closer. But he needs more: more of that sinful mouth and those wicked eyes.
“Do it, do it, wanna taste you,” Jensen says, licking his lips, and God that is it, that is it and Jared is coming so hard he has to lock his knees so he won’t topple down onto Jensen.
“F-fuck! Fuck...” Jared gasps like a prayer, sinking down the wall slowly while the aftershocks roll through him.
When he can focus his eyes again, he sees Jensen wiping a finger through the thick, milky ropes of Jared’s come on his face, bringing it to his mouth and moaning low.
"You taste so good, Jared," he murmurs. Jared loves him this way, marked and baptized and pure, so he leans forward and kisses the taste out of Jensen's mouth.
Jensen pulls back and smiles like he’s just been given a gift. He slowly undoes his jeans, the 'pop' of each button as intoxicating as wine.