#gay x gay | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

anwix2 · 1 year

Text

GHOST💀 (SIMON RILEY) X MALE READER ♂️

I actually took this from my Wattpad storie. Enjoy sinners.

------------------------------------------------------

♂️♂️ Male x Male Content.

🔞🍋 +18 Content. Minors don't interact.

⚠️❗ Warning: Sexual activity, toxic relationship, one-sided relationship, anxiety, violence, inability to show feelings, death, angst, bad ending.

------------------------------------------------------

Mr. No Feelings

The sound of the alarm interrupted your sleep, it was 5 am, but since it was your day off you hit the alarm clock making it go silent, and to no one's surprise, the other side of the bed was once again empty and cold. You sighed sadly, nothing could be done, that's how things were from the day you met him.

Simon "Ghost" Riley, a cold, imposing, skilled man with a good sense of humor. You met him when you joined Task Force 141 thanks to Captain Price's recommendations. Your use of multiple weapons and good hand-to-hand combat as well as being quick and smart earned you the respect of the other members. But words were never your best quality, somehow or another you hid your zero socialization skills.

And despite that, you were able to become close to each of the members, for you all of them were your family, your only family which you loved and respected with great pride. Although with that soldier it was difficult to be even close to him, for some reason those eyes caused you a lot of fear, you felt that they were capable of cutting human flesh. Even so, the months made you see him as just another friend, he didn't show any emotion compared to the others, but still he made you feel butterflies in your stomach. Butterflies that one by one died until they rotted.

(...)

You cried in silence tangled in the blanket, hurting yourself this way was unforgivable, but you couldn't get out of there, you didn't want to. Not long ago you finally accepted your feelings for Simon, it was hard considering they were both men. He was not the type of person with whom you should see yourself in the future by his side, he did not even think beyond the present, he always said that soon or later he would die, he did not like physical contact, he had terrible communication outside of the missions and he lived up to his nickname, sometimes when you tried to talk to him, in an oversight of yours Simon had already disappeared from the room like a ghost. He was too frustrating and painful.

After suffering the silence, you took a bath and after that you got ready and left the room, leaving behind the lustful moments you had spent between the sheets.

[The previous night]

You opened your bedroom door after taking one of your frequent nocturnal walks which helped ease your anxiety at night. The light was off and without turning it on you walked towards the bed. A heavy footstep alerted you and quickly pulled out your knife and turned behind your back. The person behind you was outsmarting and easily twisted your wrist first causing you to drop your weapon.

-We must work more on your reflexes, soldier.- Ghost spoke from the darkness with his typical hoarse voice.

-Lt? What are doing here?- You trembled as you spoke.

The taller one didn't say a word, his strong breathing rumbled between the four walls, his footsteps cut distance against your body and you backed up until the edge of the bed brushed against your legs. It was there that he pushed you and positioned himself above you like a hunter before devouring his prey.

His intentions were clear and he executed them quickly, too fast for your liking, but...you didn't deny his wishes, you were already used to him doing it this way. All your clothes were thrown to the floor and his rough hands ran over every inch of your skin, from your cheeks, neck, chest, abdomen, to your crotch and buttocks. Your cheeks red as a rose and the sweat glistening against your skin made the moment something exquisite for the cold and dead eyes; they were the only ones that stood out thanks to his skull mask. His fingers were already brushing against your entrance, but his gaze landed on yours as if asking for some kind of permission, you raised your hand and placed it on his cheek.

With not so much delicacy he inserted one by one until he had three digits inside you, you felt that you lacked air and how your anal walls tensed. Not having used any type of lubrication was painful for you.

-Come on, I know you can take that and more- Those short words caused an explosion in your heart, his voice was so deep and imposing that it made you relax, despite being in such a vulnerable situation, you felt protected by him. A few seconds later he began to take them out and put them back in your inside, you held your breath and bit your lip to not release any kind of sound, it would be embarrassing for the others to hear them, but it was so difficult having three long and thick fingers abusing of you in such a pleasant way. The tingling in your lower abdomen did not wait when you felt how it pressed a certain sensitive point.

-W-Wait- S-Simon- I-I'm going to..to....- A soft wave of satisfaction consumed your body, your release staining your abdomen leaving a very sensual sight. You covered your eyes with your forearm as you tried to catch your breath. It wasn't the first time that Ghost infiltrated your room and did this. Although this time it would be different.

You heard how his boots hit the floor and how he removed his pants and underwear. It was the first time you saw his penis. He was erect dripping with pre-cum, had he always been like this when they were in this situation? You froze without knowing what to do, think or say. The opponent was placed between your legs, you had never reached this extreme and your instinct was to slam them shut.

Ghost looked at you confused. -Isn't that what you want?-

-I-I... I-I wouldn't mind doing it, b-but not just like that!....-You raised your voice a little.

-So you want me to get us a coffee first? Or your prefer tea?-

- I'm not talking about that....-You answered embarrassed.

-I know, I'm just messing up with you- His laugh relieved the tension and he took out a condom from his vest which he opened and placed along his masculinity. Your lips trembled as you wonder what it would feel like to have it inside, what you did know is that it would hurt. Again he opened your legs and your only way out was to take a pillow and hug it fearfully. Ghost noticing this, lifted the mask to his upper lip, leaned towards you and planted a soft kiss against your lips. You really expected everything from Simon, except a kiss this sweet. Without thinking about it anymore, you placed his hands on his neck and while eating with kisses, he took the best advantage to gradually introduce himself inside of you. The sensation was rough and extremely uncomfortable; due to your lack of air you slightly pushed him to be able to release your moans between his shoulder.

-Relax.- He demanded.

The feeling of overwhelm drowned you in a sea of dizziness and soft moans, you didn't know how much more you had to take. Little tears rolled down your cheek, Simon's fingers wiping them away until they were no more.

-Well done soldier.- He patted your hair when he saw that he had fully entered, you could feel his testicles against your ass.

Both of you spent almost a 5 minute alone in silence, after that his hips receded, taking his dick out of your hole and reintroducing it gently. This same movement was repeated multiple times until he felt it was the right moment to speed up his thrusts. On the other hand, you bit the pillow as a way to silence your lascivious sounds, you didn't want to be heard, but Ghost didn't help. He fucked you in such a precise and direct way that you felt you would faint at some point.

-M-Mhm... hngh -... a-ah!... S-Simon ...- The constant struggle not to scream with so much pleasure was erotic for the contrary, he just kept going abusing your prostate. Your body was the canvas and his hands the paint that ran through every fiber of him. You didn't want the moment to end, you didn't want to be left alone in bed again.

(...)

The next day, after leaving your room, you walked to the dining room and prepared your breakfast, you would be lying if you said that your hips didn't hurt. Also the dark raccoon circles were the protagonists on your face.

- Good morning (Y/N), today you got up early.-

Price caught your attention thus earning a smile from you. -Good morning Captain, I just wanted to be the one to prepare breakfast this time.-

-Very good boy, I'll go check the details of an upcoming mission, have a good day, see you later.-

The old man said goodbye leaving you again with that heavy and tired aura. When would you stop falling for the "charms" of Simon Riley?

[2 months later]

Thanks to life you had not had to go out to cover up any mission, seeing so many deaths and hearing shots without a break was devastating both physically and psychologically. But of course you didn't save yourself from training and responsibilities.

At the end of that tiring day you were already lying in your bed, close to being able to fall asleep after your brain will not stop tormenting you with mistakes from your past, but the creaking of the door made you open your eyes, even though you knew who it was. you did not flinch to get up.

-......Ghost? Is that's you?..... Ghost! It's fucking three in the morning, what the hell do you want?!- . It was obvious that you were angry. Even so, despite the fact that your annoyance was clear, Ghost didn't even flinch, that made you more desperate. -Now you do know of my existence, do you?- You demanded sarcastically. Silence became the third and principal character on the room -If you won't say anything, get out of my damn room, I'm not in the mood.-

Observing that he didn't move from the door frame, you tried to push him out but he was faster, he took you by the neck choking you a little bit and violently pushing you onto the bed.

Feeling threatened, you tried to reach something to defend but it was impossible, Ghost cornered you and immobilized you. -What the hell?! Let go of me you son of a bitch! - The struggle was useless, he was stronger than you and just tightening your grip on you was enough to make you weak. You didn't know what was going on in Riley's mind, his eyes looked soulless as always.

Simon was silent, saying nothing, he just watched you more closely. "Why?..." he pronounced. You could hear a puzzled tone in his voice. He stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, your eyes were crystal clear and your hands and neck were scarred from his rough grip. You were more than aware that you had fallen for someone totally unstable outside of combat, and yet that didn't stop you from still feeling like an idiot around him. He stood up and walked towards the door with the obvious intention of leaving.

-Are you serious?- You spat hurted. Simon stopped. -What makes you think you can come to me, and do whatever the hell you want?... What's wrong with you?!- You stood up and confronted him. This time you couldn't stop your tears. -I know you're doing like you don't realize...you act like an idiot... you know what I feel for you! I would be the one who should asking "why?!". Why are you doing this to me?! Why are you like this?!- You got closer to him and took him by the neck of his shirt. -Why do you come and delight me with your caresses and then you leave me like fucking dog?! .... Damn the day I fell in love with you Simon Riley ....- At this point you were hiding your face full of tears on his chest.

The noises alerted the others inside the barracks who soon opened the door with a kick. They only found you trembling and crying with rage kneeling on the ground and a Ghost that looked like a statue.

-What is happening here?- Price asked with obvious intentions of knowing the context. By your side, each time you found it difficult to breathe, you had never experienced, you where suffering an hyperventilation and you couldn't control yourself due to the deep emotional wound that you feeling.

Gaze and Soap took you by both arms and took you to the infirmary and the captain stayed with Ghost. The excuse for all the fuss was a simple argument that went too far. So far that after the incident you never spoke to him again. And, even though you didn't think it through at the time, you would have wanted to at least say goodbye to him before he left for his last mission. And you say last because he never came back...

(...)

Captain Price and Soap returned badly wounded. Shepherd, commander of the task force, had betrayed them and murdered Ghost and Roach in the most cowardly way possible. Your mind was painted white, your world fell apart, regret swallowed you in an abyss, stealing your smile and desire to continue.

It took several months for you to recover and start putting together the revenge plan together with the others, no one would stay with the crusades. When the day came, Shepherd was finally under your feet, you glared at him with hate and anger, smashing his head in with the rest of your ammunition until he looked unrecognizable.

It was there that you noticed Ghost's chain tag hanging around your neck next to yours. He knew he couldn't give you everything you deserved and wanted.

He left without letting you know that he loved you too.

#male reader #ghost x male reader #call of duty #gay love #gay #sad stories #love #gay x gay #+18 or +adult only #+18 content #homosexual #simon riley #ghost cod #cod modern warfare

90 notes · View notes

michaelluiscostello · 10 days

Text

Lucifer Morningstar x Male Reader

The bass was a physical force, vibrating in his chest. Strobe lights painted the crowd in fractured bursts of neon, blurring faces into a pulsing, anonymous mass. A male sat alone, perched on the edge of a velvet booth, a half-empty beer sweating its condensation onto the sticky table. The nightclub wasn't his scene, not anymore. He used to revel in the chaos, the shared energy a drug he chased until dawn. Now, it felt like a foreign language, the laughter too shrill, the music a relentless assault.

He nursed his drink, watching the parade of smiles flicker past. Couples swayed close, limbs entangled, oblivious to the world. Groups huddled, jokes erupting in bursts of laughter. A lone woman danced like nobody was watching, eyes closed, lost in the rhythm. A pang of envy shot through him, followed by a dull ache of loneliness.

He wasn't supposed to be here. Tonight was supposed to be with them, celebrating a closed case that broight him nothing but pain. The reservation at the quiet Italian place, the whispered jokes - all replaced by this sensory overload. Instead, he sat alone, their absence a palpable weight in the booth.

He pulled out his phone, the screen filled with missed calls and texts. Many from his coworkers asking where he was and why he hadn't shown up. He scrolled through, each text, trying to ignore the constant incoming calls. He turned his phone off, shoving it into his coat pocket before taking a long swig of his beer.

Unbeknownst to the male, a figure was watching him from the bar, eyeing him up and down as if trying to analyze his every movement. The figure let out a low hum, their fingers tapping against the bar counter top in a slow methodical rhythm. A wave of curiosity overtook them as they continued to stare, completely ignoring the desperate women trying to talk, or the constantly changing music and lights.

The figure stood, their hands reaching up to dust off their sleek black suit as they walked through the crowd and towards the booth. A devilish smirk adorned their sharp features as the sat opposite of the male, clearly catching him by surprise.

Raising a eyebrow, the male went to speak but was quickly shushed by a question. "Tell me, what is it you desire?" The voice was smooth with a clear British accent. It'd caught the man off guard, his contorting into one of confusion as he stumbled over his words. "Excuse me?" He stammered.

The figure chuckled, once again asking the same question and once again getting the same response. "Heh well then, I'm Lucifer Morningstar owner of LUX." Lucifer offered a kind smile, quickly realizing his charm wasn't going to work, the same way it didn't work on detective Decker.

Both men sat in an uncomfortable silence, neither saying anything until the other male spoke. "Lucifer as is the one who follows detective Decker around like a lost puppy?" He chuckled, his tone joking and somewhat playful.

It'd hit Lucifer, this man was a new detective at the precinct, someone he'd only crossed paths with a handful of times in the past. He looked different, he didn't seem as bright and hopeful as Lucifer remembered him being. "And you're the new detective." The other male only nodded as he chugged the last bit of beer in his bottle.

"Yeah, that's me." He whispered. Lucifer could hear the change in tone, hear how it seemed to hurt to say it.

Lucifer cleared his throat, running a hand through his jet black hair before standing. "Can I offer a drink? Perhaps in my penthouse?" It didn't take much convincing for the other to agree to what Lucifer had asked, something that surprised the devil considering he thought it'd be much harder.

The two made their way through the crowd and into the elevator, both standing beside one another as the doors closed and the music faded away.

Lucifer stepped into his penthouse once the elevator doors had opened, the male following close behind him. "Nice place." He mumbled, Lucifer only humming in response as he walked towards his home bar.

The devil pulled out a bottle of wine, a bottle of tempranillo he'd been gifted not long ago. He poured two glasses and handed one to the new detective who gladly accepted. "So, detective shouldn't you be celebrating?" Lucifer leaned against the counter, his eyes fixated on the detective in front of him.

"I'd rather be drowning in alcohol then celebrate a pity promotion." The was an air of sadness to the males voice, one that left Lucifer wanting to pry despite the feeling he shouldn't.

As the moments past, Lucifer ushered the detective to his couch a glint of curiosity in his eyes. He cleared his throat, setting his drink on the glass coffee table before turning his attention towards the other male who'd already done the same the moment they sat down. "I maybe the devil darling, but I still care when people hurt," Lucifer hummed. "What's the matter?"

It was as if those simple yet thoughtful words flipped a switch inside the detective, his once cold demeanor suddenly shattering into a million pieces. His eyes held emotions only he could understand. "You ever feel like people only care because of who those close to you are?" His voice was soft as if it was made of porcelain.

Those words dug deep into Lucifer's heart, a feeling he knew well. "At first, but I've made a name for myself, separated myself from them." He flashed a small smile.

The detective leaned back against the back of the couch, his head resting against it as he stared at the ceiling. Lucifer sat closer, mimicking the others movements as he waited for him to speak.

It was quiet for awhile, both basking in the alcohol and absence of the dim lights along with the sudden yet welcomed storm outside. The crackle of lighting lit up the detectives face, allowing Lucifer to catch a glimpse of the fresh tears running down his reddened cheeks.

Both men turned towards each other, their faces mere inches apart. "The only reason I'm here is because of my father, I never wanted this damn job.....or the decline its brought me." The detective mumbled, his voice breaking.

Lucifer hesitated, his mouth parted slightly before finally speaking. "Then tell me darling, what is it you truly want?" It was clear it wasn't all because of what was just said, it was something deeper, something Lucifer could possibly give.

The male took a deep breath, somewhat realizing what the devil was asking. "Temporary bliss......a moment to forget everything, someone to help me forget what this job has done to me."

Lucifer knew what he meant, it was clear the moment he'd seen the pain in the detectives eyes when they first locked.

A look was shared between them, before Lucifer pressed his lips against the detectives. The salty taste of tears stinging his tongue.

The kiss was broken as Lucifer stood, offering a hand to the other male and leading him towards the bedroom, their clothes being discarded in various places on the way.

Lucifer crawled over the detective, the dim light of the room illuminating their faces. His large hands roamed the others body, his fingers tracing an old scar causing shivers to run down the others body. It wad quiet, but it was a comforting silence as the devils hands roamed the others body, familiarizing himself with each imperfection he could find and feel under his touch.

Their lips moved in sync until they parted for air, only to return to the intimate bliss of their lips against one another's. Their body's lay flush against one another, their erections rubbing against each others in a low rhythm.

The detective arched his back at the feeling of Lucifers hands against his inner thighs. The silence now replaced with the soft moans from both men as Lucifer slowly pushed himself in.

Their moans filled the dim room along with the soft patter of their skin against on another's after each slow ans rhythmic thrust from Lucifer.

Lucifer's mind was flooded with the scene before him, the detectives face full of pure pleasure and bliss. It sent chills up his spine hearing his own name melting off the others lips mixed with whines and moans.

Both men moaned as they reached their climax. Lucifer gave a satisfied hum as he stared at the detective below him while pulling out.

The two men laid there silently, both basking in the moment of temporary bliss that enveloped them both. "We should do that more often detective," Lucifer chuckled.

"Who am I to argue with the devil?" The detective chuckled in return.

8 notes · View notes

gaydatingsblog · 18 days

Text

Go here 👈

18 notes · View notes

coki3333 · 7 months

Text

#gay bulto #gay bulge #man bulge #bulto #bulging #rico bulto #bulto grande #gay xxx #gay #gay men #gay guy #hotmen #so hot 🔥🔥🔥#hot gay #gay x gay #gay underwear

2K notes · View notes

jellyfishboy305 · 1 month

Text

I've been leaking all week I need someone to help me cum, I need to suck some dick

#gayhot #gay #need dick #gay x gay #gay underwear #gay men #dms open

12 notes · View notes

hyhy95 · 1 year

Text

#gaylife #gay pride #asian gay #gay x gay

68 notes · View notes

coki3333 · 7 months

Text

#bulging #bulto #gay bulge #gay bulto #gay men #gay underwear #gay x gay #gay xxx #gayhot #gay #so hot 🔥🔥🔥#hotmen #man bulge #rico bulto #bulto grande #gay guy #gayguy

1K notes · View notes

michaelluiscostello · 10 days

Text

Dean Winchester x Male Reader

The amber liquid shimmered under the dim bar lights, catching the melancholy glint in the males forest green eyes. Each swirl of the ice cubes seemed to echo the turmoil within him. He swirled, he sipped, the burn of the whiskey barely registering against the fire already raging in his gut.

He was an island at the mahogany counter, separated from the boisterous sea of patrons by an invisible gulf of solitude. Laughter washed over him like waves, but he remained unmoved, a lone rock weathered by unseen storms. His phone, lay face down, a testament to the silence he craved, the connections he couldn't bear.

The air hung heavy with the scent of spilled alcohol and stale cigarettes. The bartender, a seasoned observer of humanity's silent tragedies, slid another glass Dean's way without a word, a shared acknowledgement of the unspoken burdens carried by those who sought solace at the bottom of a glass.

Dean traced the rim of his glass, mind a labyrinth of swirling thoughts. Was it the weight of a failed hubt, the sting of betrayal, or the hollowness of unimaginable loss that gnawed at him? Each possibility tasted like ash on his tongue.

A bluesy melody drifted from the corner jukebox, a lament that mirrored the ache in his soul. He closed his eyes, letting the music wash over him, a baptism of shared sorrow. In the depths of that shared pain, perhaps, resided a flicker of understanding, a whisper of solace.

Suddenly, a warm hand touched his shoulder. He flinched, startled from his introspection. A man stood beside him, his smile as genuine as the concern in his eyes. "Rough night?" He asked softly.

The brunette hesitated, then met the others gaze. In that shared look, a bridge was built, a connection and understanding between the two men. A understanding of wanted and need that'd never be spoken or acted upon.

A huff escaped past the others lips as he sat on the barstool beside Dean, his hand gesturing towards the bartender for another round of alcohol.

The two men sat in silence, neither saying a word to one another that was until the brunette finally spoke up. "Why are you here?." He grumbled under his breath, earning a husky chuckle from the other.

Their eyes locked once more, Dean's forest green ones staring intently at the other. The male brought the rim of the bottle to his reddened lips, his eyes never leaving the Winchester's. "Couldn't stand by and let my favorite Winchester wallow in self-pity all alone." He whispered, a faint hint of teasing in his words.

Dean sighed, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. His eyes darted down to his half empty glass then back up again, a sigh escaping past his slightly chapped lips. He rubbed his face, contemplating his next actions carefully despite knowing deep down what his mind and body wanted.

The brunettes eyes were glossy as they began to dart around the bar. His mind was running wild, unaware of the man before him inching ever so closer until his hot breath fanned against Dean's cheek. "Let me take you home." The male whispered, his once teasing tone now full of concern.

As the two stepped out of the crowed bar and towards the old impala, it was like Dean's body was being weighed down by the thoughts in his mind. He stopped, hands shoved in his jacket pockets eyes plastered on the old asphalt road beneath his worn boots.

A pair of soft hands cupped the hunters cheeks, as the unmistakable sound of flapping wings flooded his senses. There were no words, none needed to even be said for the angel to understand the eldest Winchester was in pain, the same pain he noted back in the bar.

Dean's body collapsed into the angel, a silent sob shaking his body as warm wings wrapped around his being. "Talk to me Dean, I can't help if I don't understand." The angels voice was claiming, a vast contrast to that of Castiel's monotone voice.

It hurt the angel seeing Dean this way, seeing and feeling his body shake with each silent sob that escaped him. He'd never known the eldest Winchester to be emotional, not like this, not so broken ans vulnerable.

"I feel so alone," Dean finally whispered. "I would die for everyone, but would anyone do the same for me?" His words felt like a stab in the chest, they felt like a desperate cry for help even when he'd never ask that of anyone. "I find myself wondering if these fantasies in my head are better off that way." He mumbled softly.

Dean pushed himself away from the angel, the keys to the impala dangling in his hands as the two stood in silence. After a moment the brunette scoffed, pushing past the other male only to be pulled back into his chest. "Close your eyes Dean."

He knew there was so use struggling, no use arguing with the angel. He'd never had any luck whenever he tried in the past and he knew this was no different, so he did as he was told and his eyes fluttered shut, stuck together by the tears staining his face.

The sudden chirping of crickets and cool breeze against his face, caused Dean to open his eyes and the warm feeling of the angel left his body.

A grassy hill overlooked the town, making it look so small incomparison to everything else. The angel stood looking out towards the horizon, his wings hidden from sight and hands tucked under his arms.

"I would die for you, I would lie for you," he suddenly spoke up, his once calm voice shaky. He turned to face the brunette, tears threatening to spill down his reddened cheeks. "Just tell me what you want Dean, anything and I'll do it." The angel almost pleaded, desperate to help.

A lump formed in Dean's throat, tightening everytime he dare try to speak until barely a whisper escaped. "You, I want you." He muttered, voice breaking as he spoke.

Within a second the heat returned, the angels wings enveloped Dean's entire body, shielding him from the world around him. His soft hands cradled the others stubble covered cheeks, their lips mere inches apart from one another.

The angles hot breath sent shivers down the brunettes spine, his eyes closed with anticipation, a feeling that didn't last long as their lips connected in a slow passionate kiss.

Dean mentally battled his own wants and needs that pushed their way into the front of his mind. The thoughts of everything he wanted that angel to do to him, flooding in and only worsening those fantasies he spoke of.

The sudden lose of the others lips against his own made the brunette shudder. His eyes fluttered open, the sight before him one he could only dream of.

The angels bare chest, a sight he never thought he'd see. His slim figure covered in freckles in various places, ones even trailing below the hem on his worn jeans and up his neck. His mesmerizing eyes stared longingly at the brunette, his figure slightly towering over him under the light of the full moon.

It was as if the thoughts plaguing Dean's mind had simply vanished, being replaced by the confirmation he wasn't alone in what he wanted, wasn't alone in the desire he craved from the other. His body trembled under the warm touch of the angels finger tips as they pulled up the hem of his shirt, until his own chest was exposed. The contrast between their bodies set Dean's mind on edge in a oddly pleasant way.

The thought of his toned and muscular body laying underneath the slim figure of the angel caused his heart to beat rapidly in his chest.

"What exactly do you want of me Dean?" It was as if the prior conversation was a distant thought now that the two had what they wanted, and that was each other alone and vulnerable without any possible judgment.

The brunette stepped forward, his eyes staring directly into the others. "I need you," he breathed. "I need you to love me." That was all the other needed to hear, before capturing Dean's lips in another kiss as his hands gripped at his clothed hips in almost a type of desperation and yearning for the Winchester.

Dean hummed as slow methodical kisses were placed over his exposed skin, his back arching against the cold bark of the pine tree. His hands lazily tangled in the angels hair, occasionally tugging at it when the others lips brushed against his collarbones.

A shudder ran down his spine, his mouth parting as the others tongue trailed up his stomach, stopping just below his jaw. The feeling of the angels lips against his exposed body was everything he wanted, a dream that came a reality that he never wanted to end.

The angel peered up at the other through his long lashes, his hands ghosting over the middle of Dean's back. His lips curled into a mischievous grin, before attaching to the soft delicate skin on the hunters collarbone.

A gasp passed Dean's lips, his head rolling back against his shoulders at the sudden and pleasurable feeling of the other marking his body in bruises and bite marks. The tips of his fingers slid down the angels back, his nails scrapping against his skin leaving marks in their wake.

"Enough teasing angel eyes," Dean grunted, his voice laced with want.

A low growl came from the angel, his hands sliding down the brunettes chest until they landed on the hem of his pants. The two shared a look, neither saying anything just staring into one another's eyes like a silent way of agreeing to what was about to come.

Dean huffed, a shiver running up his body as the night air hit his aching cock. Beads of pre-cum pooled at the tip, slowly running down the underside of his cock.

The angels hands rubbed circles into the hunters thighs, a mischievous smirk playing his lips as his eyes trailed the males body. "Such a handsome man," he purred.

A surprised moan escaped Dean's mouth, his head shooting back against the cold bark of the pine tree at the sudden warmth around his cock. His chest heaved up and down, his hands gripping the angles hair, instinctively pushing the others head down against his now twitching cock.

Moaning, the male rested his hands against the Winchester's thighs, his eyes closed as he began to bob his head up and down, using his tongue to lick the salty pre-cum that continued to leak.

The brunette couldn't stop the low stream of grunts that fell from his lips at the tightness of the angels throat around him. His hips bucked forward, shoving his full length into the others throat. Dean huffed, moaning the others name as they continued to bob their head at a steady pace, occasionally speading up each time the brunette bucked his hips forward.

Dean's hands fell from the angels hair as the male pulled away with a satisfying 'pop' as he pulled away. A string of saliva mixed with the salty pre-cum hung from the males bottom lip, his eyes stared longingly at the Winchester as his lips curled into a smirk.

His hands reached down towards the button of his own jeans, slowly pulling them off to tease the brunette who let out a hum of approval at the sight before him. The angel tossed his pants aside, his erect cock outlined in his tight boxers.

Dean's eyes closed and with a quiet whistle of the wind mixed with the soft sound of wings, the brunette felt the familiar leather of baby's seats against his bare back. "Cheeky fucker," he hummed, a deep chuckle following close behind.

"Isn't this what you wanted Dean?" The angel purred. His body was positioned between the brunettes thighs, his hands running up and down the sensitive skin of Dean's thighs as he waited patiently for an answer. He slowly lowered his head, his lips ghosting over Dean's before capturing them in a soft kiss.

Their lips moved in sync with one another's, the only sound coming from their soft breathing and incoherent whimpers. Both men pulled away, their chests heaving up and down as they caught their breath.

"Just be gentle." Dean breathed in a hushed tone.

The angel hummed as he pecked the hunters lips. His hands rested against the brunettes inner thighs, slowly moving them apart. His lips curled unto a smile as he positioned his body on top of the hunter. He removed his boxers, tossing them onto the floor of the impala. He let out a groan as the cold air hit his twitching cock.

Pre-cum leaked from the tip, slowly running down the underside of his cock and pooling at the base. He grabbed his aching cock, using his hand to spread the pre-cum over the entire length before slowly pushing into Dean.

Dean's head shot back, his face contorting into a grimace of pain as his whole body tensed. His breath hitched, getting stuck in his throat as he tried to focus on something other than the stinging pain he was feeling.

"Look at me Dean," the angel purred. His hands massaged the hunters hips in a attempt to sooth the pain as he continued to slowly push in.

The brunette wrapped his arms around the males shoulders, pulling him down and into a kiss. Tears welled in the corner of his eyes, slowly running down his reddened cheeks. "Shit," he whispered against the others lips. His body trembled under the angel as his cock fully slipped inside him, causing a warm feeling in his gut.

Dean put a hand on the others chest as he began to slowly thrust into him. Moans began to spill from the Winchester's mouth, his body trembling with each thrust of the others cock into his body.

The impala was filled with the sound of both men's moans, along with the sound of skin hitting against skin. The air was heavy and the windows began to fog. Both men's body's glistened with sweat and strings of pre-cum that stuck to their bodies.

The angel huffed, feeling the warmth and tightness of Dean around him. Hearing Dean's voice sent him over the edge, his thrusts becoming harsher and faster, each one hitting the brunettes prostate repeatedly.

"F-fuck," Dean whined. "I'm....I'm gonna cum," he breathed. His body trembled and cock twitched as he felt closer to his climax with each thrust.

The angels thrust became sloppy as the knot in his stomach began to loosen. "Me too Dean," he grunted.

Both men leaned into a sloppy kiss, Dean's back arching as the other hit his prostate, both men cumming and moaning each others names against their lips.

Dean's body went limp as the male above him continued to thrust into him until both men road out their highs. As the angel pulled out, Dean couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he felt the male collapse against his chest with a huff.

"I love you, Dean Winchester." He whispered in that same soft tone as before. Hearing that filled the brunettes stomach with butterflies and feeling he hadn't felt in a long time, comfort.

"I love you too."

4 notes · View notes