Jensen’s collar gleams around his neck, and the links of the chain that attach it to Jared’s wrist hang heavy against the floor until Jared pulls it taut. Jensen makes a small choking noise at the sudden movement, but he’s eager to move forward, ease the tension in the line just the same, and Jared keeps pulling, gently, until Jensen’s pressed against him, body to body, the chain a cold, limp press against their skin.
“I can’t believe you agreed to this,” Jared says, unable to conceal his grin, even as he slides his free hand down the small of Jensen’s back to cup his ass possessively.
“You wanted to know I’m all yours,” Jensen replies, and leans forward to lick a soft arc into Jared’s collarbone before going on, “well, this is how much I’m all yours.”
Jared groans, and with another tug of the chain he’s pulling Jensen into a hot kiss; his thigh slides between Jensen’s leg, slotting their cocks hard against each other’s hips and stomach, and he starts to grind gently as he murmurs, “That’s right, Jensen… all mine, and don’t ever forget it, ‘cause I never will.”
Jared grabs him after conventions sometimes, won’t let go of him until they’re tangled together kissing; then he peels each piece of clothing off Jensen, whispering, “They don’t get to see this, this is all mine.” His kisses come down like hot brands on Jensen’s skin, neck and nipple and hipbone and knee, as though Jared could leave marks that would declare to everyone who ever saw Jensen’s delectable, perfect body that he was spoken for. When he slides over Jensen, his face is stony with purpose, and he kisses Jensen long and deliberate, the way he knows Jensen likes it. Because nobody knows Jensen like he does, nobody can please him like Jared does — and he never gets tired of proving it, of reminding Jensen of it. Jensen wraps around him, sighing with completion when Jared slides into him, and whispers at the end, just before Jared’s shuddering with the final throes of his orgasm, “I know, Jare… I’m yours, just yours.”
“Oh, Jesus,” Jensen is panting, “oh, God, Jared, that was so fucking good… Jared…”
His voice trails off because Jared’s mouth is still fastened around him, sucking mightily, and Jensen’s way done now, nothing more inside him; he’s spurted a few more times, watery and insubstantial, but Jared’s still not letting go. “Dude, there’s nothing more—” he starts, and then seizes up in shock when Jared’s tongue swipes wetly over the head of his cock. Jensen cries out, seizes Jared’s head, and slumps backward on the bed, twitching at every movement of Jared’s eager mouth. “I can’t,” he begs, panting hard, “I can’t deal—- too much— Ja—” but the sucks and the licks keep coming, and his body is going mad, spasming and shocking, until he’s just flopping on the mattress feeling like he’s been electrified; Jared just keeps going until Jensen’s gone soft, smacking his lips with satisfaction as he finally pulls off.
Jared’s wrapped his waist up like a present, big bow over the key parts, but when Misha enters the room and stares and says with big wide eyes fixed on Jensen, “Really?” Jared can’t sit still anymore. He rises from the bed, bow and ribbon slipping down his hips until it slides right off, and comes to take Misha in his arms, murmuring “Is it okay?” and waiting for Misha’s frantic nod to subside before lowering his head to taste Misha’s lips. Misha watches in amazement as his two co-stars kiss, as Jared cups the bulge in Jensen’s pants and Jensen moans, leaning over onto Misha’s shoulder as pleasure spirals through him.
Misha leans over, kisses his jaw, then his neck; they tumble onto the bed a moment later, all caught up in each other, the taste and feel of familiar and unfamiliar all jumbled together. It’s not long before Misha’s splayed out on his hands and knees, whispering “Please”; Jensen’s cock bobs near his mouth, and he cranes his neck to reach it, but Jensen won’t let him have it, not before Jared has finished lubing him up and slid into him with a half-grunted “Happy birthday, Mish.”
He needs this, and he doesn’t feel whole without it, but it still brings him to trembles and tears. Jared’s tortured him, forced him to withstand teasing and probing and held him down with ropes and with the weight of his own body until he’s breathing heavily, sated within the cavern of Jensen’s body. Then and only then does he guide Jensen to a sobbing, screaming orgasm, but afterward he gathers Jensen up into his arms and undoes his restraints with patience and a hundred soft, gentle kisses that promise Jensen the torture is over for now. Jensen shakes ferociously as he slumps in Jared’s arms, whispering incoherent snips of things he needs. Jared knows, and gives them one by one - kisses, freedom to move, air, water, and more often than anything else, soft whispers into the base of Jensen’s skull: “I love you, I love you, you’re so, so good, Jen, you’re beautiful, I promise I love you.”
Jared keeps wandering through the rooms, touching the walls, grinning and repeating “Ours, all ours.”
“Yeah,” Jensen says, coming up behind him and running his hands down Jared’s waist, “and there’s not a room in here I don’t want to do all kinds of things to you in.”
Jared turns, presses kisses and words alternately into his mouth — “Kitchen…” (kiss) “bathroom…” (kiss) closet….” (lips sliding down Jensen’s jaw, making him moan) “…where do we start?”
Jensen rolls his hips against Jared’s, murmuring when he feels the hardening lump of Jared’s cock in his pants, “Right here’s good.”
Right here is the hallway at the top of the stairs, but the two of them can just barely fit side by side there, and they make it work.
This time, instead of killing him, Lucifer owns him, breaks him — that’s the situation Jensen has in his mind, and Jared agrees with a kiss and an “If that’s what you really want…” Jensen’s a little afraid, hearing that, that Jared won’t be into it, but the moment Jared shows up in the suit, suave and walking tall, Jensen knows he’s giving it a hundred percent. The devil’s smile pokes at the corner of Jared’s mouth, and Jensen hardens immediately, falling to his knees and arching back to let Satan have his wicked way.
His hands fist in the soft fabric as Jared binds his feet, and when Jared reaches around him to tease him open and ready, Jensen’s buried in a sea of white satin, feeling Jared’s accelerating puffs of hot breath like they’re hellfire. “Fuck me, Jay, please, oh, my God, fuck me,” he whispers, so desperate that he has to hide his face in the pristine jacket; Jared slaps him, snarls “Don’t mention Him to me,” and Jensen groans and offers himself up for more punishment.
It lies on the bed like a crown, and Jared’s eyes are as wide as his smile. He stays put, though, knowing that to earn it he’ll have to show restraint, and his gaze turns to Jensen, a silent “Really?” and “For me?”
“Show me how much you want it,” Jensen says, and Jared sinks to his knees, then presses his face to the floor, placing reverent kisses on each of Jensen’s toes and then working his way with an ardent tongue up the tops of his feet to ankle, calf, delicious knee. Jensen’s palming himself openly with one hand as he rakes the other through Jared’s hair, tugging him upward, murmuring “Yeah, that’s good, baby, you treat me right.” When Jared reaches the crux of his thighs and licks enticingly all over his balls, Jensen yanks his hair back to come with a groan all over his pet’s beautiful face — and then Jared gets the collar he’s been itching for, the tight, gorgeous proof that he’s Jensen’s and Jensen’s alone.
There are a thousand rules against this, Jensen knows, but none of them seems to give him pause as he licks into Jared’s mouth, pressing him against the wall of the classroom. Even with posters of presidents and world maps pinned just nearby, nothing’s proper or academic enough to spur him to stop, not when Jared’s easing down his shorts so he’s pressing boxers-only against Jensen’s hips. His cock is large as it presses out from between the flaps of the eyelet, and Jensen hisses sharply, his knees wobbling with the force of his desire to collapse in front of Jared, just take him in his mouth and suck him down. But Jared won’t have it — he worms out from beneath Jensen’s hands and makes his way across the room, saying, the whole time, “No, no, Mr. Ackles, this is what I want.” And when this is Jared spread face down over Jensen’s desk, legs spread wide and fingers teasing his own ass, Jensen can’t think of a single reason he shouldn’t get exactly what he wants.
Jared’s playfulness isn’t always the type of playfulness you’d expect from a giant five-year-old; sometimes he’s cruel with it, laughing and drawing tickling fingers up Jensen’s chest and laughing when Jensen strains in his cuffs and tries to lurch forward into his palms. “Now, come on,” he says, leaning forward and breathing into Jensen’s mouth, “you know what to say if you want something.”
Jensen glowers at him, stays still and silent, because he knows that Jared’s beyond turned on, and if he resists long enough Jared will throw him down, fuck him roughly, snarl and bite at his collarbone when he comes. But he’s not going to win this war of wills, not tonight — Jared’s got him panting, straining with need, his cock smeared with dots of pre-come as Jared teases him with deft touches and kisses and warm, dark chuckles. “Fuck me, master,” he finally whispers, lips trembling, and Jared’s smile widens before he leans down and whispers against Jensen’s lips, “Good boy.”
