They’re lovely together, a tangled mess of flesh and legs and arms, and Rory’s making such delicious noises as the Doctor works him over. Amy could honestly just stand here and watch and be perfectly happy, but considering how loud they’re being, she feels almost dared to come on in and help herself to the full visual buffet. So she slips onto a nearby couch, watches the Doctor take Rory’s cock in his mouth, and slides her hand between her legs. Her fingers are as velvet-smooth and perfect against her clit as they always are, and she trusts them to take her to a perfect place of sensation even without the stimulus that is now Rory turning around, sixty-nining the Doctor and gulping around his cock with every bob of his head like he can’t get enough. The boys are two pistons on the bed, and she’s luxuriating in the swells of sensation on the side, raising her free hand to cup her breasts and starting to groan aloud as her two favorite men suck and moan and gasp together.
They’d met in the cavernous depths of a library, each with a massive tome under his arm that the other wanted; many months later when their paths crossed again — this time over a pint — they’d shared a laugh about how perhaps knowledge wasn’t all they should share.
Sam’s fingers slotted into the scars along Remus’ flank, curling gently into the shape of claws as he caressed first with his fingertips and then the soft touch of his lips. Remus watched the rise and fall of Sam’s back, the scattered scars there shining pinpricks of starlight in the low illumination of his room as Sam’s mouth took him in. A deep growl of satisfaction rumbled in Remus’ chest for having found a man like this — an outcast like him, a man of letters like him, a beaten and older-than-his-years man like him — and he nimbly turned, his gangly arms and legs wrapping around Sam’s solid frame as he too took a mouthful of cock. The candle burned low, flickering in the breeze from the window, the full moon threatening to rise above the horizon with every passing tick of the clock… there was never enough time between the ones who made abnormal feel normal.
Marie’s bonds make it hard to get off, but her imagination more than makes up for it; she doesn’t need much from her fingers when the thought of Alex and what they could have done, what they could still do, runs across her mind.
She won’t let anyone come between them anymore, and the things she imagines them doing together reflect that, leave no room for anyone else to join in.
She imagines Alex sitting on her face, leaning over and cupping her ass, tilting her hips up so they can lick each other out - no need for a man, no need for a dildo, just their tongues in each other’s cunts, flicking at each other’s clits.
She imagines slotting her legs between Alex’s, grinding against her, feeling the slick of Alex’s cunt against her own, watching Alex’s head tip back in ecstasy.
She imagines escaping the asylum, tracking Alex down, and freeing her from whoever has dared hold her captive this time, and cries out her orgasm as she thinks of the look of surprise on Alex’s face.
Jack loves sucking cock, even more than he loves getting his own dick sucked — there’s something so magnanimous about the action, it makes him feel sexier to do it, not to mention the weight of a hard dick on his tongue is intoxicating and makes him go half out of his mind with want. But there’s nothing like a good 69, and dear God, this is the best — the Doctor’s cock salty and full and hot in his mouth, the Doctor’s little groans resonating into his thighs and up his spine as Jack sucks him off with practiced ease. And the Doctor’s not half bad either, his mouth a hot press and his tongue washing in tireless little spirals around the meat of Jack’s shaft. They’re humping into each other’s mouths, lying side by side on the bed together, and their groans echo in the room, filling their ears with obscene noises. As much as he wants to be the one who makes the Doctor come first, Jack can’t help that this experience is basically everything he’s ever dreamed of, and that means it’s done too quickly as he cries out around the Doctor’s cock and sucks as hard as he can as he spills helplessly onto the Doctor’s tongue.
She’s been teasing him for too long and when Isaac finally corners Erica, she runs the ball of her tongue piercing along the line of her lips and gazes up at him expectantly, like she was just waiting for him to get up the balls to dominate her. She found the right button, and Isaac’s got nothing else on his mind right now except finding out exactly how sensitive she is with that tiny little piece of metal pressing into the heat of her cunt. Even the way she smells draws out the animal in him, and by the time Isaac’s got her pinned to the bed, her mouth feels as good around his cock as it feels to have his mouth buried between her legs. His claws dig into her thighs as he nips at her cunt, lips and teeth tugging at the piercing through the hood of her clit, hips bucking every time he makes her groan against his cock. Every slide of her tongue along his shaft brings with it the press of warm metal, and Isaac presses his knees into the mattress to keep from pounding into her throat and coming before he can flip her around and give his cock a taste of the heat and metal his tongue is enjoying.
Having Dean’s cock in his mouth makes it easier for Castiel to keep quiet, but easier doesn’t equal easy, and he has to fight to keep down his moans. It would help, too, if Dean weren’t so damn good at this, if his tongue weren’t circling the head of Castiel’s dick in sweet little licks, and if he weren’t alternating between deep sucks and soft, wet nuzzles at the base of Castiel’s cock and against his balls. And Dean’s not groaning, but he’s humming a little, barely audible, a soft buzz that translates to vibration and makes Castiel’s nerves tingle. He holds fast to Dean’s thighs, rakes his hands across them and tries to hold still as he feels his own muscles locking up in the oncoming rush of orgasm. The sheets rustle, and for an instant Castiel thinks he hears Sam’s breath hitch; is he…? he wonders, and then Dean’s spilling into his mouth hot and fast and he doesn’t have time or space to wonder any longer.
Loki is nothing if not persistent, and though the girth of Thor’s cock is enough to stretch his jaw to the breaking point, he never lets go. His cries, muffled, are desperate, and the sound of them drives Thor on to run his hands over his brother’s bare ass, tease at the cleft, and renew his teasing sucks of Loki’s cock.
This started as a wrestling match, but it devolved into frantic kisses and gropes almost as soon as it started; Thor pulled Loki on top of him and sucked his cock in between thick lips as a means of keeping him down, but Loki grabbed at Thor’s thighs and found his brother was just as hard. He took Thor in his mouth with vengeance in mind, but that was before Thor’s tongue had started circling the head of his cock, before the swell of wet heat made him cry out in sheer pleasure.
Now they’re sucking just to suck, the good feelings looping in the closed circuit of their joined bodies, and it’s ten times better than the animosity that led to this wrestling match — would that they could all end the way this one has.
“You’re an idiot,” Tessa gasps into Dean’s mouth as he presses her to the wall of the abandoned factory, caught somewhere in the ether in between and not really caring that he should probably be concerned about dying right now. He’s not, because it’s hard to be concerned about anything when his hands are sliding through the damp excitement between Tessa’s legs and making her moan so loud his ears start to ring and the vibration makes his already throbbing cock start to ache with need. The reason this is so damn worth it for Dean is the zeal for life that Tessa has, throwing him to the cement without hesitation and tugging him out of his pants without pretense or shame, wanting what she wants and taking it - because when is Tessa going to have an opportunity like this again? By the time Tessa’s lips close around his cock, Dean’s eyes roll back into his head and he’s pretty sure he’s about to cross-over with or without her assistance; but then there she is, settling her hips over his face and rubbing her cunt insistently against his mouth. It’s a damn good start at any rate; Dean smacks her ass hard enough to make her squeak around his cock, hips grinding down to push her clit harder against his eager tongue; and as hard as he is right now, Dean is determined to get her to come in his mouth at least once before he flips her over and pounds into her cunt hard enough to shake them both free of this in-between world they’re currently stuck in.
It’s Balthazar’s own fault they’ve ended up like this; Castiel was going to just suck him off, but then Balthazar wouldn’t stop talking, and Castiel groaned and climbed on top of him, putting his mouth to work for something a little more productive.
But to his credit, Balthazar isn’t complaining. He’s working hard, mouth obscenely wide and deep as he takes Castiel in, and when Castiel fucks his throat with little jabs of hip Balthazar doesn’t gag or protest in any way. He’s so good that Castiel has to work hard to maintain his own concentration; he sucks and licks, uses hands and mouth to tease Balthazar’s cock until it’s trembling and leaking.
Like this, Balthazar is desperate; he sucks all the harder, his hips rolling up to try to fuck Castiel’s face, but Castiel won’t let him, not until he’s already emptied himself into the hot cavern of his friend’s mouth. It’s too good to have Balthazar this incoherent, this desperate for his attention — not to mention this unable to start rambling on again.
Jo’s never been with an angel before, but she’s been with plenty of women - and maybe it’s because Anna’s all full of power and Grace that Jo can’t get enough of her, but she starting to suspect that maybe it’s just the fact that Anna is lithe and beautiful and tastes like fucking candy. Jo crawls to the foot of the bed, nibbling her way down Anna’s body until she can nose the redhead’s thighs apart and nuzzle into the soft red curls where just the scent of the other woman sends a rush of damp excitement to wet Jo’s own pussylips. She smears her fingers through Anna’s juices, slicking her up from the inside out, nudging Anna’s clit in slow strokes until she starts to moan and clutch at Jo’s legs. By the time Jo sucks the other woman’s clit into her mouth, she’s so overwhelmed by the taste that she doesn’t realize how Anna’s wiggled until she feels the first soft brush of the angel’s hot tongue over her sensitive sex. Anna crawls on top of her and Jo hardly has time (or reason to complain) before they’ve both got their faces and fingers buried in each other, stroking and licking and sucking, and Jo realizes with renewed excitement that one orgasm is not going to be enough for either of them.
