“Stand still,” Tony said, completely focused on tweaking the settings of his newest device. It clamped itself onto Bruce’s cock, silver sides pulsing in a sine wave as it stimulated him.
Bruce clawed at it, trying to get it off as he gasped and squirmed, finally throwing it into the corner of Tony’s lab and leaning over to grip the bench and pant. “Too much,” Bruce managed. “Way, way, way too much.”
Tony smiled broadly, proudly, and said, “You were the one who volunteered for this, big guy.”
Bruce managed to stand up, guarding his cock with his hand in case Tony had programmed in some kind of autonomous reset into the machine that would make it home in on Bruce again to finish the job. “Add a plug attachment,” he gasped, his erection brushing against his palm and jerking. “You know I’m too sensitive when everything is focused up front.”
“You, sir, are a gentleman and a sextoy genius,” Tony replied, grabbing a tremendous dildo from his array of tools and getting back to work.
Her fingernails sharply cut against his scalp as she held him to her wet warmth, insisting with a god’s strength that he finish what he’d started. She arched beneath him, a warrior’s yell springing from her as she came against his tongue, her hips rocking as she ground upon his lips with her hardened clit.
Bruce drank in every moment with her, enjoying the look of fierce intensity that broke into peace across her face in the seconds before and after her orgasm. She groaned and squirmed as he pushed two fingers into her cunt, her body still clenching in the wake of her release; he curved his fingers and pressed, curved and pressed, over and over until he had to put his forearm across her pelvis to keep her upon the bed. Wetness coated his hand as she cried out again, thrashing beneath him with a growl, something close to anger flashing in her eyes as she flipped him onto his back and climbed atop him, sinking onto his cock with her head thrown back and her golden curls streaming down her back as she rode him.
Her long hair was soaked with sweat and a lock of it clung to her flushed cheek; the sheets beneath her arching body were damp, but she refused to beg him to stop. All she had to do was figure out how to turn the tables and take Gabe down, make him be the one incoherent with pleasure, and then he couldn’t lord this over her with that aggravating smirk on his face.
But he wasn’t making it easy to focus her thoughts around what would make him go insane with lust. For the hundredth time his lips were closing around her clit, his tongue was tickling her entrance, and his fingers… they fluttered like feathers over her skin. She screamed with another release — she lost count by now — and then groaned as he slid into her wetness and began again.
Behind a cut because although she is aged up in this story, one of the people on whom this fiction is based is currently underage
“Come here, you sweet little creature.” Crowley beckoned, but Amy was already on top of him, grinding into his hips again; it was amazing how she was able to work his body into a frenzy again and again, despite having exhausted himself just minutes before. Her wet cunt drove around his cock, and he felt himself stirring, the blood pooling almost painfully in his groin, but that wasn’t enough. She moved her slender hands to his chest, fondling his nipples and pinching them, leaning down and laving his neck—already quite bruised and bitten—with her tongue. “Ahh, y-you little firecracker…”
“Had enough?” Crowley grinned and took her hips, arching into her.
“Hardly.” He turned Amy over on her back and slammed into her, the pure sensation nearly too much for his vessel to handle…but only nearly.
Slowly, deliberately, Pitch ran his hand along the plane of Jack’s pale skin, the tendrils of shadow holding him just tight enough to keep him from squirming or rutting into the fist wrapped around his cock; Jack would come when Pitch was ready for him to, and no sooner. Unfortunately for Jack, he was very much enjoying the noises that he was making, and didn’t plan on rushing the job.
“Nngh…P-pitch, please! I-I can’t…” Jack whined and strained as far toward Pitch’s touch as he could, and he pulled his hand away, tutting playfully and pinching his nipple.
“Now, now, Frost. You remember what I said about that.” With that, Pitch returned his hand to Jack’s crotch, stroking his nimble fingertips against his perineum before sliding one inside; they were thin and barely took up space, but Jack’s oversensitized body quivered at the invasion.
“Please, Pitch!” Pitch did not respond, but continued to slide his finger further inside of Jack, with no intention of stopping; after all, nobody ever said the Nightmare King didn’t know how to have fun.
“Aah—ahh, Jack, please don’t…” The Doctor, regenerated for less than six hours, now laid on his back with the Captain above him, a rather self-satisfied grin plastered across his face; it wasn’t every day, after all, that he could catch the Doctor in such a unique position—that is, newly-regenerated, his body still fresh and receptive.
“Don’t play with me now, Doc, you know you like it.” He grinned and laved his tongue over his nipple again, arching his back and mewling pathetically.
“But it’s so…hahh, oh, Jack, I can’t—“ Whatever the Doctor was going to say was forgotten rather quickly as Jack’s hand wrapped around his cock and began to pump around it; he squirmed in pleasure, clutching at Jack’s shirt, desperately needing something to hold on to. “Pleeeease, please Jack just do it, just finish the j-job…”
“You mean you don’t want to know how much you can handle?” He grinned as the Doctor thrust into his hand. “Hmm, well, since you asked so nicely, I guess I can’t refuse…” The Doctor sighed in relief as Jack spread his legs apart, but it didn’t last long, for soon he was coming apart onto his chest, unable as he once was to control himself or his impulses.
“Come on, Gabriel…please…” Sam begged, moaning as loudly as he could muster and Gabe shook his head, stroking the length of Sam’s cock with the tip of his finger as he had been for the past five, ten, fifteen minutes? Sam had lost all concept of time; all he could feel were Gabriel’s hands, his teeth, his tongue, teasing every part of him in ways that he could have never imagined possible—ah god, now he was fisting his cock again, and Sam hoped, prayed that he’d let him find release. The friction of Gabriel’s hand was like electricity on his skin, each touch was multiplied what seemed like 1000x normal, and he couldn’t hold still, not even with his hands tied above him on the bedstead.
“Alright, Sam. You’ve been so patient, I can’t help but give you what you want.” Gabriel had prepared himself before this little game had even started, and with a quick squirt of lube onto Sam’s swollen cock he slid around him, and Sam had to fight the urge to come right then. Gabriel smirked open-mouthed and leaned forward to stroke Sam’s hair. “Now…how long you think you can last like this?”
Dean’s name spills, in a stuttering, halting mess, from Castiel’s lips — “D-d-d-ean-n-” and he gasps for air, Adam’s apple bobbing hard as he swallows a lungful and then grunts a hard exhalation. The vibrations are working through him, making his fingers shake, and when Dean pulls the vibrator away he gasps for air, opens bleary eyes and stares up at Dean, trying to find the words for a plea.
Dean could watch him forever like this, flushed and wrecked, his whole body trembling — and if it weren’t for his own almost unbearable desire he probably would, just let the toy radiate vibration into the shaft of Castiel’s dick, the dark skin of his balls, and admire the way he twitches and cries out. And then, withdrawing the toy and licking off the blurts of pre-come that keep welling up at the tip of Castiel’s dick, the soft wetness making him moan and beg for more when Dean slides off, his hands twisting in the cuffs, curling as though trying in vain to grab at his overstimulated, throbbing cock. Dean would truly keep it up all night, but he can’t stand seeing Cas like this and not taking him; with a hoarse noise, he pushes forward, replaces the vibrator with his own swollen cock, and slides against Cas in sharp, hard motions that take them both to the edge in a frenzy of shouts.
Zayn took the bottle from Niall’s hand and licked the taste of ale from his lips; Niall laughed nervously… not that they hadn’t had a drunken snog before, but the look in Zayn’s eyes, beneath those eyelashes was serious, it made Niall’s chest tighten. He pushed him down, sprawling across Louis’ lap and then Harry’s mouth was there too, tongue pushing into Niall’s mouth and Zayn’s, Louis’ hand wrapped in Harry’s hair and Louis’ erection pushed against Niall’s back. Niall groaned when fingers — Liam’s, they had to be — unfastened his jeans and pulled them down enough to lay wet kisses along the line where his thigh met his groin.
When Niall gasped into Zayn’s mouth, the lot of them laughed, Liam’s coming out muffled and forcing a shiver out of Niall at the hot push of air over his cock; Louis reached under Harry and ran a thumb across Niall’s hardened nipples. He lost it then, deciding what the hell? and giving himself over to his four best mates until they made him beg for it… maybe he’d get them back later for making him plead to have it harder, to let him suck them off, please, but then again maybe not.