chamsp:Inspired by this image by @endlessskyblog, because this is beautiful! I just whipped this u

chamsp: Inspired by this image by @endlessskyblog, because this is beautiful! I just whipped this up, and I almost never write smut (I can’t). Forget smut. I hardly even write anymore. So forgive any mistakes. J2 Musicians AU! ~~*~~*~~ It’s a lazy morning, air stagnant with the early summer heat. The Sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling glass door hits the bodies entwined on the bed in perfect angles and casts a golden aura around them. The white linen sheets are damp with sweat, crumpled with all the rolling around. It’s been going on for a while now, and if Jensen has any say in it, it will go on for many more. Because he loves seeing his lover like this—entire length of his body, so tan and beautiful, strung tight with unreleased pleasure, the mild ripple in his muscles, stomach taut and quivering, and soft, hitched moans as he begs so pretty. “P-please, Jensen. ‘ts too much. I… please…” It’s music to Jensen’s ear, more beautiful that his own callused fingers could ever create against his guitar strings. “Come on, Jay. You tellin’ me that JT Padalecki, drummer extraordinaire, can’t handle a little extra tension?”  Jensen teases affectionately, one hand wrapped around Jared’s neck, grip comfortable, but firm enough to hold Jared in place, a reminder of who’s in charge right now. Jared ‘s legs are pinned down with his own. His other hand is lazily stroking across Jared’s length with just enough pressure to keep him on edge. “You’re such… such an asshole, dude. A fuckin’ t-tease!” Jared stutters sounding out of breath, tugging at that silky mane with frustration while the other arm tries to sneak around to where Jensen’s pace is now speeding up. Jensen can’t help but chuckle. “Keep that attitude up, and trust me, pretty boy. I’ll show you teasing!” The resulting shudder he feels through Jared’s body does stroke the his ego just a little. “Fine! I give up. J-jen, please. Can’t take it anymore. Please! I need to…” “Need to?” “Ugh! Need to come. P-please, Jensen.” Planting a kiss on Jared temple, and then slowly nipping at his earlobe, Jensen whispers, his ministrations now relentless. “Then go ahead, baby. Let go for me.” Jared does. He stops breathing, entire body arching up as he tips over the edge, face scrunched up in pleasure, a few stray tears down his cheeks. Jensen holds on as Jared jerks, stroking him through it and extending the pleasure until Jared’s begging him to stop.  It’s such a beautiful sight, makes Jensen’s breath catch in his throat. They lay like that, holding each other, until Jared’s breath evens out. “You ok? You need anything, Jay? Water?” He asks once Jared goes all pliant in his arms. And he gets a sleepy reply. “M’kay.” “Then get off of me, you heavy fucker. Let’s get you some sleep.”Jensen chides playfully. “Yeah, yeah! Love you too, Jen.” Jared’s smile is childlike as he rolls over, only to snuggle back into Jensen. Jared always gets clingy and needy post sex, and even though he grumbles about it, Jensen loves it . “Love you, Jared Tristan Padalecki.” @chamsp,Thank you very much for this story! -- source link

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