“Doin’ so good, baby. Just like that.”
Jared’s breathless as he speaks, barely able to get the words out when he’s so entirely consumed by what Jensen’s doing to him. He’s sitting on the couch, and there’s some movie playing on the TV, and they’re pressed closecloseclose, Jensen’s legs spread wide over Jared’s hips and no space left between them as they move together, slow and steady. Jared’s buried deep and he thinks he could’ve come by now if Jensen wasn’t so fucking good at this, so good at teasing him and pulling him right to that edge without quite letting him reach it.
Jensen works his hips like he’s getting paid for it, and it’s all Jared can do to hold on for the ride, fingertips pressing into soft flesh and he’s dizzy with the sight of the red marks he leaves behind, too caught up in this moment to not read them as possession. He knows Jensen is his by the matching rings on their fingers and a million promises whispered into soft skin, but every fractional reminder- every moment like this where they’re completely, entirely giving into each other-
“Fuck,” Jensen gasps out, and Jared tightens his grip and hits that same angle again to make sure he gets that slow drag right against Jensen’s prostate. Jensen shudders and leans into him, probably leaving his own bruises with the vice-grip he’s got on Jared’s shoulders, and Jared- Jared’s obsessed with that thought, with them leaving those little marks on each other.
“Close?” he murmurs, and Jensen’s mouth finds his, suddenly, hard and hungry, and Jared gives just as good as he gets, still holding on tight. Jensen’s movements are getting sloppier now, his focus split between his hips and his mouth and the matching orgasms they’re building towards, and Jared loves every second of it, something like a growl slipping free as he thrusts up, buried himself that extra half an inch just to hear Jensen whine.
Jared knows that neither of them will last much longer, all sweat-slick and desperate and messy, and he’s entirely fine with that. All he can bring himself to care about right then is the feeling of Jensen pressed against him, all around him, how fucking warm and tight he is inside, the taste of his mouth-
Jensen rolls his hips once more, twice, then shudders hard, moans straight into Jared’s mouth as he spills, hot and messy between them. He tightens around Jared, and Jared does growl this time, takes the moment to pour his last bit of energy into speeding up and fucking into Jensen as hard as he can, relishing in the little hitches of breath he earns until he hits that peak, heat coiled tight in his gut before it rushes out of him all at once.
They stay together like that for a few minutes, the two of them pressed close and catching their breath and taking the time to recover. Jensen goes soft in Jared’s arms, and Jared gentles his hold, pulling Jensen close into an embrace that’s less about possession and more about comfort and adoration.
“Good?” he mumbles, and he nuzzles at Jensen’s neck, nose pressed into his pulse point for a moment. They’ll need to move soon, to clean up and migrate to their bedroom for the night, but this is okay for now, and the tender moments after are almost as good as the rest of it. Maybe better, some days.
“Yeah.” Jensen’s voice is quiet, all sleepy contentment, and Jared smiles. “Really good.”
They stay quiet after that, holding each other for those few extra minutes before they work up the ambition to move. Jared thinks he could happily fall asleep like this, sticky discomfort be damned, and hugs Jensen just a little tighter with the thought of it.
Judging by the way Jensen settles against him, a warm, comfortable weight, Jared figures he isn’t alone in that feeling.
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