bakerstreet | The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme

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[He'd fallen to earth, lost his wings, lost his grace, and was recently stabbed by a reaper. He would've been dead if it weren't for Dean's quick thinking. Tricking the reaper was smart; Cas isn't sure he would've thought of the same thing, but that's how Dean was resourceful.

And now, he was at the bunker where it was safe and comfortable. He didn't know Gadreel was already planning on telling Dean he had to leave. For now, he enjoyed it. There was food to eat and a hot shower, which Cas did enjoy immensely.

After getting out of the shower he roamed, learning about what he thought would be his new home. When he saw a door with markings on it to ward evil, he opened it and found a comfortable looking bedroom. Dean's, he was sure. It had all the hints of Dean's style. After shutting the door behind him, he walked about. Touching things here and there, like the keys of the typewriter, or sliding his hand along the barrel of one of the guns. Being here made him feel very close to Dean, for some reason.]

Edited 2014-07-09 01:33 (UTC)

[There was nothing more terrifying than kicking down the door to some shitty apartment and seeing someone you care about be stabbed through the chest with an angel blade. Castiel had always been this benevolent all powerful force in Dean Winchesters lift, and to see him killed so like a human being was earth shattering. It finally sunk in to Dean that Castiel was human, and he just lost him. Luckily Gadreel was able to step in and save the life of his brother but Dean was still terrified. He held Castiel a little closer with that hug. When they drove back Dean kept looking in to the review mirror to make sure Castiel was asleep in the back seat and still breathing. He had almost lost Cas today and that royally sucked.

So much so that when the arrived in the bunker Dean managed to give Cas a change of clothes and point him in the direction of the bathroom before he had to run off to the training room to destroy something. Utterly destroying one of the training dummies was the only relief Dean could find for such high strung emotions that were pulsing through him. Dean punched the thing again and again, so much so that his hand cried in agony to the injury. When his knuckles began to bleed Dean finally stopped, taking the time to gingerly wrap his hand before heading back to his room.

When he arrived at his room he was surprised to find Castiel there. The hunter had pushed open the door, pausing at it when he saw that Castiel was inside, running his hands over Dean's things and examining the contents of his room. The hunter cleared his throat before offering an overly confident smile of his own.]

See something you like, Cas?

[Cas turns to look as Dean enters. He smiles a little at the sight of him, oblivious to the notion that it's inappropriate for him to just go into someone's room without their permission or mess with their stuff.

He nods.]

It's a nice room, Dean. It's very... you.

[He's not sure that makes sense but that's just what he thinks about it. The place reflects Dean's personality in many ways, from the guns on the wall to the photo of him and his mom on the nightstand. All the dimensions of himself.]

You injured your hand.

[With his brow knit, he walked over to reach for the hand and have a look at it. He touched the bandage, but then he's reminded that he can't heal it. He can't do anything about it, so he frowns even more.]

I'm sorry, I can't... [He's powerless. Useless.]

Thanks.

[That was said with a little bit of pride. It was Dean's first bedroom and he's glad that Cas can see how hard he worked on it. Dean spent hours making sure his weapons were hung just right and that his records were all in order. He made sure that the photo of him and his mother were clearly in view from the bed. It was nice to have that hard work acknowledged.

Taking a step in to the room Dean begins to pull off his jacket and lays it over the back of a chair. He pauses though when Castiel speaks and reaches for him. He lets Cas take his hand and notices the expression the former angel has when he realizes he can not heal his human friend.]

Hey man, it's fine. [Dean says softly , offering the other man a warm smile as he clasps his uninjured hand to Castiel's shoulder.] You know me, I've had much worse bumps and bruises. We managed with out your mojo before and we can do it again until you get it back.

[At least one of the brothers has moved in and made the place their own.]

It's not fine, Dean. I'm powerless. I can't help you or Sam. I can't help anyone.

[He lets the hand go and walks away, taking a seat on the bed. When it sinks a bit, Cas looks startled and stares at the bed. This is no ordinary mattress. It's all... cushiony. He bounces a bit. Hmm, nice.]

[Sam is hesitant about the move. The youngest Winchester has always wanted a normal life and apparently making a home in an underground bunker of a secret society is not what he considered 'normal'.]

You don't have to be a power house to help us, Cas. We're not going to boot you out the door cause you can't burn a demon out with one thought.

[Dean watches after the fallen angel, curious to how he reacts to sitting on his bed. Then Dean breaks in to a grin and follows after him, taking a seat on the chair at his desk instead. He swings it around so he's facing Cas who's bouncing on the mattress]

You like that? It's memory foam. Pretty sweet, right?

But what can I do, Dean?

[Not only does he lack the powers of an angel, but he doesn't really know enough about being human to be good at it. He may learn over time, but right now he feels pretty helpless.

As for the bed, he nods and feels it with his hands.]

Better than motel beds.

[He turns and lies on his back to get the full effect.]

You still now how to fight, I can teach you how to fire a gun. You have all this knowledge that will help us with our hunts.

[Being human can be taught. They can figure it out together. The last thing Dean wants is for Cas to feel like he's not worth anything to them because he's human now.

The hunter smirks, watching Cas.]

Much better, buddy. That mattress did not come cheap.

I can watch over the books. Help Kevin keep the dust off of them?

[He was a soldier. Now he's a database.]

I'm sure it didn't.

[He pats the mattress.]

I don't suppose you need a roommate.

[Though there's only one bed in here, and Cas looks too comfortable to move.]

[They wake up the same way they usually wake up, which is the very say way they fall asleep: With their bodies and/or limbs tangled and overlapping one another. This time, it's Clark first to wake. It's the open curtains and how they let the sunlight to freely stream inside their bedroom, Clark slowly becoming more recharged and energized with each ray of light setting upon his skin, his pores absorbing it all like a sponge.

Dean, for all intents and purposes, is still asleep, lightly snoring with his lower body still slotted perfectly against Clark's that even thinking about it has the Kryptonian's shaft rousing from its own sleep. Carefully, Clark moves closer, presses his face to his sleeping beauty's neck and just inhales him, nosing and brushing his lips along the soft and vulnerable skin.]

Dean. [Soft and quiet, plump lips just as soft grazing over his ear as he grabs the hunter's ankle and pulls it behind him, rolling his hips into Dean's to better wake him. His cock grew even more, blossoming right out from underneath Dean's own testicles and flaccid ~~for now~~ cock to glide against hist pelvis and tummy. There's a wet warmth closing over his ear, something slick sliding along the shell then flicking at his earlobe.] Dean. [He hums the name this time, stretching into him with a deep arch of his back that sends his chest bumping into his lover's.]

[Dean had thought he had gotten used to somebody being an octopus in bed when he and Sam were kids. His little brother used to have nightmares and when he did he would go to his big brothers bed to fall asleep again. the only problem was that when Sam was asleep he would wrap all of his limbs around his big brother to stay close and safe. Dean and adjusted to having someone cling to you because of that.

And then there was Clark. It was so much worse when the dude was much larger and much fitter than you are. Sometimes Dean was worried he would be crushed during the night but at the end of the day he didn't comment because truthfully: He loved sleeping with Clark like this. It had been so long since he trusted someone enough to live with them or be completely vulnerable. Dean craved the closeness that came with Clark Kent. there were even nights that Dean would turn Clark over and sneak in close to his lovers back, arms wrapping around Clark so Dean could be the big spoon.

So yes, waking up in a tangled mess of limbs was not uncommon for these two boys. The sun creeping through the curtains warmed the area's of his skin where the light fell but that wasn't enough to wake Dean. He was deep in sleep, compltetly relaxed , so much so that Clark was easily able to move and change his body to pull his lover close and slotted against him. Feeling that soft touch along his neck does manage to get the man to stir.]

....Mmh? [That's Clarks voice though Dean is very unwilling to open his eyes at the moment. Though there's a force on his leg and he's dragged across the bed, pressed against his lovers hips and moves with the roll of hips. Dean groans, feeling the growing member harden against his own soft cock. Dean whimpers when that warm mouth drags against his ear and tired eyes flicker open. He feels Clark close and see's his lover's lips drifting over his warm skin. Dean swallows hard, his hands combing up the well sculpted chest and scratching against the dark wry hair there. Softly making a noise Dean nudges his nose along Clark's cheek, warm and sated with the days beginning.]

...Mornin' sweetheart.

[No matter how many miles away, Sam seems to always save the day. If Dean couldn't deal with being tangled with another body in bed then this would have never worked out, fortunately though, it has and Clark was always glad to wake up as the little spoon in Dean's arms, always surprised that he'd never woken up while he was rearranged during his sleep.

The sounds Dean makes as he stirs make the starting day that much better, Clark rewarding him with another roll of hips to really get him going. And it's sad too because usually, Clark loves to lie there watching Dean sleep as deeply as he does, often sliding a foot up and down his man's leg or playing his fingers through his mousy brown hair. It's just that today he can't help but to wake him.

A whimper comes, accompanied by that hand sliding up his chest that makes Clark hum, he licks once more at his ear before pulling back, those green eyes stopping him as they say hello and he smiles brightly. God, he knows Zod was the only exception, but he would kill and do anything for those green eyes.]

Morning, you. And sorry. I would have let you sleep but I just couldn't help myself. Took some effort just to get you to stir that time. [Dean receives a nose bump in return, Clark kissing him chaste, once on the lips and again underneath one of his eyes. Then he reaches between them, adjusts his turgid arousal so that it was now running against his very exposed hole whenever he grinds against him.] Mm.. And don't you dare fall back asleep on me.

[Apparently Sam Winchester is always saving the day. What a guy. What a pal. Maybe Clark ought to send Dean's little brother a fruit basket. It took some time for Dean to let down his guards and get so close to Clark in bed but once he let go he truly went all out. Some days Clark would have to pry his human lover off his body. The warmth was just far too addicting.

There's a soft hiss through his teeth when Dean feels that hard cock rub against him yet again. This isn't fair, Clark shouldn't wake Dean up like this. It drives the fire fighter crazy. And unfortunately the eldest Winchester is well aware of his boyfriends habit of watching Dean as he sleeps. There's been many a morning when Dean's woken up with those eyes just staring at him and Dean's had to throw a pillow at Clark's face and call him a creep.

It's a little disturbing sometimes, okay?!

That bright smile is met with a softer one of his own. Maybe not as wide and obvious but it was filled with such love for the man across from him. So much so that Dean has to duck his head and look away cause he feels like his heart will just burst. ]

It's okay, lucky for us you have quite a nice way of waking me up in the morning. [When he's not being a peepin' Tom. Seriously. Who the fuck would complain about a delicious cock grinding against your ass or that tender mouth sucking on your ear? Madness. Madness I say!

Lashes fall on freckle dotted cheeks when Dean feels that soft kiss to his lips then along his jaw. Dean breathes out softly after the and gives a lazy, knowing smile as Clark's dick is adjusted and rubbing against his ass with every thrust.]

Kind of hard to do that when I have something this nice keeping me alert.

[With those noted words Dean squeezes his ass cheeks briefly, his hand tweaking one of Clark's nipples quickly.]

Edited 2014-07-09 05:05 (UTC)

[Perhaps he will. He'll have to send him something for preparing Dean for a tangled-limb life of sleep. Also, for cluing Clark in on what makes Dean tick such as turning the station in his 'Baby'.

Seeing Dean shy away like that is honestly adorable. It's definitely a rare moment between them as Dean really isn't the shy one in the couple. Clark's heart flutters and feels so light in his chest, he leans forward to press a tender kiss to his lover's forehead. Bless this idiot's soul and how lucky is Kent to have him?.]

Only the best for my baby. [Of course, there's plenty more mornings just like this one to occur for the foreseeable and distant future, until Dean tells him to stop and that doesn't seem likely of happening anytime soon.

Clark hums with each gentle push of his hips, the bead of precum oozing from his dick head spreading nicely against Dean's pucker. He's throbbing and it's all he can do not to ruin their quiet little moment, for now, and those perky cheeks squeezing around him don't help in the slightest, nor does the tweaking of his nipple that has him and his cock both jumping.]

Mm, good idea. [And he rolls them, Clark suddenly on top and sucking far too lightly against Dean's nipple.]

It's only going to get better. I plan to help you wake up thoroughly.

[Hey man, quit your bitching. Driver picks the music and shotgun shuts his cake hole. It's a true show of how much Dean had liked Clark that the first time Clark tried to change the radio from Dean's tapes to current pop music that Dean didn't immediately kick him out of the car. Really. Sammy was never spared such retribution.

Dean doesn't get too shy very often, and funnily enough he could be the crudest mother fucker in all the planet but the moment you start being sweet with him the hunter's face burns up and he wants to hide. He only ever shows this vulnerability with Clark. Really his lover knows Dean best , not even Sam can claim such a thing. When lips are pressed to his forehead Dean just grumbles but allows it to happen.]

You spoil me. [Teasing Clark comes simple enough for Dean and it's a great way to distract from his embarrassment and get back to the task at hand. The sex. Oh baby, the sex. And Dean is likely never to tell Clark to stop. It's pretty damn awesome to be woken up in the morning with someone eating out your ass.

Feeling that hard prick rub along his ass feels fantastic. Dean has to tip his head back and muffle a moan behind his own hand as the slickness of Clark's precum slides along his opening. At least Dean can take solace in the fact he's not the only one going crazy, judging by how Clark twitches when Dean squeezes him.

Suddenly Dean's on his back with Clark's lips wrapped around his nipple. Dean groans, rolling his hips slowly , his cock beginning to stiffen. Dean bites down on to his bottom lip, green eyes watching down on Clark as he slides his hand down his own chest going for his cock.]

Fuck. Yeah baby, wake me up. Love it when you do that. Best alarm clock on the planet.

[Such drastic measures over someone touching the radio on his car. If Clark had known he was willing to go so far and spared Clark he definitely appreciate not being kicked to the curb after his first offense but, fortunately, Clark has a very unique way of getting around himself.]

Get used to it. You've got a lifetime of it coming your way. [Gently, he raises Dean's head by his chin, licking into the man's mouth with a bold sweep of his tongue. Damn right he spoils Dean, who wouldn't? The guy is amazing and does anything and everything under the sun for Clark, so it's only right to give back in return, right?

Dean's hand doesn't get past without Clark catching it first, sucking and laving a couple of fingers and slicking his palm with his tongue. He returns to Dean, licking his lips and angling his strong hips to nudge the head of his cock against his lover's hole, teasing when he presses hard enough it nearly slips in but then he withdraws, nipping at Dean's lip.]

Why don't you roll over and get onto your hands and knees so I can really wake you up, hmm? [He hums against the older man's lips, still licking and nipple at them.]

You know I can never resist to eat out that perfect ass.

[It's not just any car, man. It's his Baby. After the car crash that kill his dad and landed Sam and Dean in the hospital the thing was totaled. And Dean put the old girl back together by himself. He was insanely proud of her.]

So corny. [Dean snorts before Clark his guiding Dean to his lips once more. There's a little cheer for his own self esteem when Dean manages to not moan when Clark licks his mouth with such eagerness. Dean is used to being a giant puddle of hot mess when it comes to Clark. The fact that he isn't quite yet is a big victory. And Clark, you are biased. Dean ain't that great. In fact it's a daily thought on Dean's end how the hell he managed to fool someone like Clark Kent in to falling in love with him. No one hates Dean Winchester as much as he hates himself and he foes not feel worthy of Clark's love and affection. Ever.

Oh shit, Clark took his hand and started to lick it. This is when Dean loses it. He groans loudly , hips fucking up and hard cock bumping against Clark's own taunt stomach. Dean feels the head of Clarks cock nearly breaching him and in his head Dean is praying in his head for Clark to just start wantonly fucking him. He needs it. So much. His hand slides over Clark's chest, fingers curled and nails scratching through black hair over his pecks. And when Clark asks him to turn over Dean doesn't hesitate. He rolls over and pushes up on to his hands and knees, leaning back and lowered his upper body to the bed so his cheeks spread more and Clark's got a great view of his twitching asshole. Dean chuckles from his spot, chin resting on his folded arms.]

Hope you're hungry then, cause it's all for you babe.

[And Clark appreciates any person with that sort of dedication, it's not often you meet someone like that.]

Like you're one to talk.

[Not deserving of Clark's love? What makes the reporter so much better than Dean? True identity aside, Dean saves people's lives for a living, and even after when he returns home, boneless and exhausted out of his mind, he still coddles and spoils Clark. Dean's the true super man here, Martha adores him and Clark couldn't be any happier to have him in his life.

Dean's selfless and full of life, but then there are moments like these when he just embodies sex. Sometimes Clark envies him, the man doesn't even have to try, it's just a part of who he is, part of his charm. He exudes it in everything that he says or does, especially when he's angry or frustrated... Clark always gets a hard-on then.

Clark wastes no time at all before he delves into the cleft of his lover's spread ass, moaning and groaning as that pucker clenches against his tongue that slides up the crease slow and thorough. Large and manly hands slide up the the back of Dean's strong legs, settling just underneath his perky and thick ass cheeks, thumbs spreading him further. Clark works him diligently, his tongue wiggling inside, just the tip to tease.]

What? You are way cornier than I am any day.

[Like Dean would admit that he likes his dorky jokes and his references that no one will get. You wouldn't think it but Dean's a total nerd. He loves comics and Star Trek and will always quote one off lines to you. Dean may save a lot of lives for his job but it doesn't help much with his self worth. He knows he isn't everything his father wanted him to be before John passed away, and he's let his brother down more times than he can count. It's only a matter of time before Dean lets Clark down too.

The number of times an argument between Dean and Clark ended with the two of them furiously fucking on the ground seems to be infinite. No matter how hard Dean may scream or yell Clark always seems to be calmer, and always turned on. And with a giant dick like Clark's it only takes Dean half a second to switch from Angry to horny as all hell.

Jesus Christ, Clark just dives in to eating out his ass and Dean fucking loves it. He groans loudly against the flesh of his own arm, rocking back as he feels Clark's mouth moves against his hole. Dean turns slightly, reaching back and rests a hand on the back of Clark's head. When he rocks his hips back on to Clarks mouth, tight muscles tweaking around the invading tongue, Dean groans and pulls Clarks head even closer. He sets the man's head in place so he can spear himself deeper with his lovers tongue.]

Fuck. Come on man, you gotta do more than that.

((ooc: so we should definitely do something with this next time around :3))

That bath was pretty corny. Corny and amazing.

[Another thing they have in common. Clark loves to geek out with Dean, but the first Dean had went on random tangents about Stark Trek and comics he grew up reading or superhero movies they'd just gone to see, Clark just had to sit back and cast an incredibly judging look just to make Dean squirm. It was priceless and brilliant. Unfortunately though, he hasn't gotten Dean that good in a long while.

One of these days Clark's going to push Dean just enough to get him to ravage the kryptonian. He'd love to be shoved down, face held against the mattress as Dean fucks angrily into him. But for now, he's content with tonguing the hell out of his ass.

Dean's taking control, holding the reporter against his ass, the grip in his hair tight and vicious and Christ, that's just what Clark wants. It turns him on like nothing else, groaning as he ruts pitifully and desperately against the sheets to keep from touching himself.

The next couple of times Dean thrusts back against him, Clark shoves his tongue deep inside, licking against those constricting walls that squeezed and clamped bodily around his eager muscle. A hand raises and falls down with a loud slap, Clark pressing himself even more against Dean. He plans to make him cum just like this - blow his mind, then fuck him out of his mind right after.

This is going to be one eventful morning.]

[ooc: omg, Dean can get his BJ in the car and honestly he'd probably fuck Clark on the hood. ITS HIS TWO BABYS.]

Well it made you happy so who gives a shit?

[Really Clark, you're gonna poke fun at the bath he put together for you? It was hard enough to do it, Dean felt so awkward and dumb putting that thing together but seeing the smile on Clark's face was worth it. And yeah that first time Dean went on a long ass rant and Clark just stare Dean was pretty sure he'd die of embarrassment. Luckily Clark was staring cause he thought it was cute not because Dean is a total freak show like the fire fighter previously thought.

Can you please do that? Dean is fucking hot when he loses his shit and is in a rage. He'd be like an animal, no one would be safe. Clark would really get his fuckings worth.

The hunter is left moaning loudly when Clark starts to tongue fuck him more eagerly. Dean is rocking back against that mouth, groaning out as he pushes his ass over Clark's face over and over again. Getting speared by that tongue feels amazing.. When the smack comes Dean cries out and starts moving his hips a little faster.]

Fuck! Again- Harder baby, come on.

[Dean stays in his bent over position, twitching hopelessly. He holds Clark's head to him steady as he wraps a hand around his cock and starts to jerk stroke it in sync with his rocks back against his lovers mouth.]

Jesus, just like that. Son of a bitch- I'm gonna come all over my self.

((xD he gets his two babys for the price of...nothing. pretty damn lucky.))

[Oh, relax, Dean. He meant nothing by it, honestly. He knows how awkward it must have made him feel and he has to at least tease him about it while it's still fresh to count. Dean had outdone himself at any rate and Clark's positive any man or woman would have been jealous if they'd seen that prepared bubble bath.

Ask for it and it shall be done. And the only reason Clark will instigate that sort of intense sex is because he knows he won't be at risk of being slugged (fortunately for Dean more so than Clark for reasons) in the process. As angry as he's seen the Winchester, he hasn't actually seen him throw any punches.]

You like being spanked, don't you?

[The words are said against his winking asshole and Clark grins as he delivers a couple more smacks to Dean's ass, easily leaving his hand print behind, Dean's cheek all rosy and abused. Clark licks and bites against the skin made sensitive to get him whining just the way he likes.

But then he's suddenly flipping Dean onto his back, legs up in the air to get him exposed all over again and Clark impales him with his tongue once more. If he's going to come then Clark really wants Dean making a mess of himself and gradually makes his way onto the bed, lifting the other's lower half with him so that Dean's cock is angled down at his face while rimming him like there's no fucking tomorrow.]

((Awww yissss, mutha fuckin' bread crumbs...))

[Clark had better not. As tough a guy he may act somethings just have him hella embarrassed and this situation would be none the different. Dean will draw baths for Clark, he'll bake him pies and rub his feet. But the second Clark tries to say he did it out loud Dean will deny it. Deny deny deny.

The only punching Dean has done was playfully on Clark's arm. Sure, Dean Winchester is a tough mother fucker who can throw his round in a bar brawl but he'd wouldn't hurt Clark like that. Even if the guy could take it cause that son of a bitch is ripped.]

Mmhmmm. [Dean nods his head, gasping out with the smack to his ass. And then he's groaning with each hit, come beading up at the head of his dick as he strokes it quickly. His cock is all slick with precum and his ass cheek is flaming from the assault. Dean's gasping out loud trying to catch his breath as Clark licks the sensitive area and the fire fighter jolts, groaning out.]

Fucking hell, Baby.

[And then what the hell- he's suddenly on his back. Dean's eyes are wide with surprise and he writhes as Clark lifts his legs and starts shoving his tongue deep in to Dean's body. Dean is cussing up a storm here, his body being lifted more off the ground and his heavy dick being pointed straight at his own face. Understanding what Clark wants now Dean lets go of his cock, hips twitching as he rides himself down on to Clarks tongue.]

Ah-Ah-Ngh-Nfgh-!

[Suddenly two rocks too many and Dean is coming, thick white ropes erupting from his penis and hitting him across the face and over his neck and chest. It clings to his cheeks and eyebrow, runs down along his jaw and roles from his chin to his neck and pecks. Dean moans out as it happens, his cock twitching helplessly and hips rocking for what seems like hours as he's gasping desperately for breath and unloading himself on to his own flesh. Dean's noises are heavy and needy and he sets his gaze on Clark between his legs and licks some of the semen off his own lips, hips still pistoning.]

C-Clark (fuck), Baby. You gotta come on me and then fuck me hard. Please baby- I -I need you to c-come on me.

[Dean can barely get the words out, jerking and all sensitive as Clark enjoys the taste of his ass.]

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[His fireman is always so responsive, whether it be a playful pat on the ass or something as kinky and intimate as eating him out. Kal relishes each sound he elicits and the thought of allowing the guy a tiny break just to catch his breath properly doesn't even cross his mind. Seeing Dean writhe and beg and thrust back for more while his dick leaks like a hydrant getting ready to burst is the sexiest thing known to man. In Clark's opinion at least.

What's even better is the look of confusion and total lust on his face after Clark flips him onto his back, lost as to what's happening around him because the movement was far too quick. But then he's right back riding his tongue, Clark lashing out as deep as he can until he's finally getting what he's been after from the moment he began.

Clark moans at those noises the other man makes just before he explodes, Dean clenching around his tongue as his body spasms and pushes out rope after rope of hot cum. He groans and hums, rubs the backs of Dean's thighs, all slick with his sweat and when Dean has finally finished marking himself, Clark lets his body relax against the bed again, eyes dark and hungry as he observes the semen splattered across his man's face and chest. Fuck.]

Dean...

[It's groaned out. He was just about to get to cleaning up that mess, tongue wet and ready, when Dean begs for him to cum as well. Already he's pulling on his engorged cock, drawing the foreskin back and swiping some of the seed from Dean's chest to use as lube to get himself going. Kal jerks himself desperately, the muscles all throughout his body tensing and bulging beautifully.]

Fuck... F-Fuck, fuckfuckfuck... Right th-- Oh...

[And just like that Kal is emptying his balls to cover Dean's lower half in spunk; shooting across his stomach and ribs, a stripe even catching his nipple, and the rest spilling out on his Dean's cock and balls with a guttural shout.]

The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme

Dean Winchester || Supernatural || m/m

season 9? - 3?

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