“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.”
Jared doesn’t think he’s ever going to get enough of this, the way that Jensen goes so pliant and soft under his hands. It’s intoxicating in every sense of the word, and it leaves him dizzy, endlessly needing more.
It’s getting late, the sun already slipping down below the horizon line, and it’s just the two of them in the world right now, huddled close in bed. Jensen’s splayed out underneath Jared, chest flushed and pupils blown wide and looking every bit as fucked-out as he must feel, the both of them breathless in these fragile moments after. Jared’s hair is sweat-slicked, muscles left with a pleasant ache, and he doesn’t pull away yet, doesn’t pull out. Isn’t quite finished.
He leans in to kiss Jensen, first, and gets a quiet little sigh in return, gets Jensen’s hands curling soft around his biceps to hold him there. Jensen’s pretty all over, of course, and Jared could wax poetic about every single part of his body, but god, his mouth. His beautiful fucking mouth.
When they part for breath, their eyes meet, instead, and Jared smiles, loose and easy. Brings a hand up to cradle Jensen’s cheek, and he’s never, ever going to get over the way that Jensen always leans into it, how receptive he is to this kind of affection. And when Jared moves his hand, lets the edge of his thumb brush Jensen’s lower lip- fuck. Fuck, the way Jensen’s breath hitches almost does Jared in.
But he’s gentle, still. Strokes his thumb over petal-soft and pretty-pink and takes his time before pressing in, making a little indent. Easy as breathing, Jensen’s lips part, and Jared presses inside, forever obsessed with the warm-wet space and the way it feels when Jensen’s tongue moves against his skin.
“There you go,” Jared whispers, and Jensen’s eyes have gone half-lidded as he starts to suck, slow and careful. “That’s good, darlin’. Really good.”
Eventually, Jensen’s eyes slip shut, and Jared’s left watching him, wholly infatuated with every single part of this. The moon has come out, and Jensen’s skin is lit in soft, silver tones, and Jared thinks he could watch this forever.
He does move, eventually, shifts to lie beside Jensen without pulling his thumb free. Jensen’s content to keep doing as he has been, and Jared doesn’t stop him, tucking himself right against Jensen’s side and closing his eyes as well. It’s a soother for the both of them, in a way, and he’s more than happy to stay like this, Jensen’s lips sealed around the base of his thumb as they drift off together.
It isn’t the first time they’ve fallen asleep like this, and it won’t be the last. Jared’s entirely content in that knowledge.
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