"Scott, you don’t have to," Derek says, but Scott is already kneeling on the floor, pushing his way between Derek’s legs and nuzzling his thigh, sending a shock of sharp heat up Derek’s spine.
"You deserve this," Scott says, and the words land on Derek like a weight. He’s never thought he deserved anything — he’s just taken, like the flawed person he is — and he doesn’t know how to react to someone telling him otherwise.
But Scott’s lips on his cock, now that he knows how to react to… or his body knows, without him. He groans, resists the temptation to grab Scott’s hair and yank him in further, and leans back against the chair, letting sensation wash over him, allowing himself for once the luxury of being thanked.
For years afterward, the demons would still argue over whether Lucifer had been at his kindest or most evil during that meeting: he’d hissed “yes” more often than “no,” but through gritted teeth, and his knuckles had been white on the table as he clutched it as though trying to keep control of his temper. Some said he’d been fighting the impulse to grant too much leniency, while others said he’d just barely been containing his urge to lash out and cut the throats of the demons who sat across him; only Lucifer himself knew the truth.
Lucifer, and the angel whose scent had been masked in the odors of sin and lust that usually permeated a demonic council meeting.
Each “yes,” they both knew, came as a result of Gabriel’s tongue sliding along Lucifer’s shaft, wet and sinful; each grasp of the table was a result of Gabriel pursing his lips and sucking pulses into the head of Lucifer’s cock, of his fingertips fluttering along the sensitive skin of Lucifer’s sac, warm and chills-inspiring at once, and then sliding upward to grip the base of his cock. And when Lucifer had to close his eyes and grit his teeth, it had nothing to do with the demands the demons across the table were making; he just had to wait out the orgasm that was burning through him and sucked up into Gabriel’s greedy mouth before he could go on with the business as usual of running Hell.
They tumble into the restroom, laughing, kissing when they realize it’s abandoned but for the two of them, and Isaac’s smile lights up the whole room like a ray of sunshine. He drags Scott into a stall, just in case, and Scott’s still laughing as he undoes Isaac’s pants, slinks down to his knees and takes Isaac’s cock in his mouth, But Isaac’s laughter stops there; he hisses, his claws come out, and he pierces the metal of the stall in five sharp starpoints, holding on for dear life as Scott sucks him down. It’s all he can do not to yell out loud, so wet and filthy is Scott’s mouth as it takes him apart, soft lips and hot tongue that washes over him again and again. If someone enters the bathroom they don’t notice, and even if they are interrupted, the noises Isaac makes as he starts to break down would be enough to scare anyone away; he growls and snarls and roars, not in rage but in something just as primal.
Sam’s too tall, gangly and awkward, but Jessica molds to her body like they were made for each other, kissing down her stomach to caress her thighs with ardent lips. Sam tangles her fingers in Jess’s hair, moans, wonders what she ever did to deserve such an amazing girlfriend, and then just lies back and allows Jess to have her way. And Jess’s lips are soft and pressing on her pussy first, and then her tongue comes into play, stroking gently downward against the hood of her clit and pausing, warm but pliant, against the opening. Sam gasps, and her hands tighten in Jess’s hair when Jess sucks slightly, making Sam’s thighs tense toes curl. And with the next round of gentle, maddening sucks and licks, Sam’s halfway to orgasm already, lost in pleasure and in love for this amazing girl she hopes she’ll never be so stupid as to lose.
Edit: I guess the fem!part got forgotten when I took these prompts on the road. Please forgive, and please feel free to submit another fill!
Gabriel pants, salivating, as Sam strips from the waist down and sits down in the big, comfortable chair in the corner. “C’mere, boy,” he says, a wicked grin on his face, and as Gabriel pads over on his hands and knees, Sam starts stroking his cock to hardness. Watching the flesh firm up gives Gabriel his own boner, and he whines with want as Sam slowly spreads his legs and indicates where he wants Gabriel. Gabriel wants to hump his leg, do anything to get off at the sight of that delicious cock, but maybe he’ll be rewarded later; for now, he has a job to do.
He licks wetly all around the shaft, inhaling the musky smell and relishing the firm feel and salty taste of Sam’s erection against his tongue and lips. When he starts sucking, Sam’s groan fills the room, and suddenly Gabriel’s far more hungry for this bone than he wants relief for his own; dogs love bones, after all, and there’s none finer than this gorgeous one he gets to fit his mouth around and suck until it gives him all the salt-sweet taste he can handle.
"I’ve always appreciated the balance," Chuck says, "and, you know, it’s good to have someone in charge after all this time with Lucifer not paying attention, so I come to offer my congratulations."
"You like there to be a king of hell?" Crowley says, incredulous.
Chuck drops to his knees, winking and grinning as he does; “More than like it,” he says, “I’m very anxious to make sure you’re secure in your position, and if that includes certain favors, I’m more than happy to pay up.”
His mouth opens, and it’s too wet and hungry for Crowley to have any reason to refuse him; he strips down, brings Chuck closer and presses the wet mouth into the crux of his thighs, groaning as Chuck nuzzles his cock and balls.
"Get on with it, then," he prods, and Chuck takes him in with a single, endlessly deep swallow; if Crowley didn’t believe before that this skinny little creature was in fact the Creator, he believes it now, because no blowjob has ever been this deep or wet or satisfying — at least, not without a taste of the supernatural involved.
"You are and always have been so wrong about me, brother," Thor murmurs into the space between Loki’s thighs and his cock, as Loki grabs his hair and pulls with the savagery of someone who doesn’t know anymore how to be gentle. "This is all I have ever wanted for you, and for us — to belong, to be together, for you to know how much I—"
And his voice is gone, as his mouth seals over Loki’s cock and he pushes down to take it all in — he’s like this, all or nothing, never teasing, all full-bodied promise. And Loki doesn’t know how to handle it, arching up, crying out, body thrashing under Thor’s like he’s in revolt against some sort of oppression. But slowly, and as the feeling builds, he relaxes, letting the pleasure fill him up and roll through him in waves — and when orgasm thunders through him, and he lets go into Thor’s attentive mouth, Loki can’t help feeling like he’s riding a wave of triumph, not crumpling in surrender.
Dean opens up so readily for Lucifer’s dick, soft lips stretching around the hard flesh and enveloping him in unbelievably hot wetness that makes him groan as he gently urges the human to go farther, to take him deeper as Lucifer watches enraptured by the sight of it.
Dean Winchester on his knees, green eyes steely as he willingly gives in to Lucifer’s demands, that damn Winchester bond making the human willing to do anything to ensure the safety of their family, willing to make a deal for Sam.
Lucifer smiles down into those pretty eyes, content to let the human do all the work for the moment, just basking in the feeling of those lips and that tongue pressing against him, enjoying the warring emotions across Dean’s face as the hunter shifts to relieve pressure from his own growing erection.
Lucifer shuffles his right leg forward, just enough to edge between the man’s legs and press against the hardness Dean’s trying to ignore, making a delicious noise vibrate through his mouth and around Lucifer, he may be Michael’s destined vessel but seeing him like this only reinforces Lucifer’s thoughts, Dean was just <i>made</i> for Lucifer.
Dean shudders and arches against Lucifer, sucking harder on the flesh in his mouth as he pulls back, losing just a bit of that conflicted edge in his eyes as he forgets, just for a second and Lucifer shivers as he counts down the minutes until he has Dean screaming yes to him.
What she is has never interested Gale as much as who she is.
He never questions why she has a cock instead of a clitoris, and treats it the same as the rest of her; gentle at first with his grip, then firm once he knows he won’t hurt her.
It’s a relief to have someone who isn’t afraid to explore her without asking permission every few minutes, someone who doesn’t treat her body as if it’s fragile or a curiosity. When he dips his head between her legs to suck her cock, the moan she lets out isn’t exaggerated, and she fists her hands tight in his hair, bites her lip hard as she tries to resist fucking his throat.
Gale slips two of his fingers inside her, as unafraid of her cunt as he is of her cock, and Angel stops holding back, finding out quickly that Gale is as lacking of a gag reflex as he is of hang-ups about his sexuality.
"God damn it," Sebastian says as he puts down another full house, "I don’t want to be doing this well."
"It’s true," Misha says, "you’re just not yourself when you have your shirt on."
"So take it off me, please," Sebastian begs, and turns to Rob, who’s long since folded and has just come up from under the table; Rob just wipes his mouth, and Misha gives him a wink.
"It’s not fair," Sebastian says, his head in his hands; "the rest of you are playing under the influence of blowjobs, and I can’t help but win."
"At least you’re next to collect your winnings," Misha points out with a lazy, sated grin; next to him, Richard curses, folds, and throws his left sock up into the air as he sinks under the table to provide Sebastian a prize that will keep him sufficiently distracted during the next hand.