light of my life, fire of my lions

[cherrychapel]

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[cherrychapel]

The Impala was parked in a secluded spot off an old backroad, windows fogged up and the engine still ticking as it cooled down.

Dean had you in the passenger seat, seat pushed back as far as it would go, his mouth wrapped around your cock like it was his favorite thing in the world.

He was on his knees in the footwell, one hand braced on your thigh while the other stroked the base of your shaft in perfect time with his mouth. His lips were stretched wide, shiny and swollen as he bobbed his head, taking you deep into the wet heat of his throat.

“Fuck, Dean…” you groaned, fingers threading through his short hair.

He hummed around you, the vibration shooting straight through your cock. He pulled back just enough to swirl his tongue around the head, licking up the precum leaking from your slit before sinking down again, nose brushing against your stomach as he took you to the hilt.

Dean was a fucking pro at this. He sucked you with filthy enthusiasm, cheeks hollowing, throat working around your length as he swallowed you down. Spit dripped down his chin onto your balls, the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth filling the car.

He looked up at you through his lashes, green eyes dark with lust, clearly loving every second of having his mouth full of you. He pulled off with a wet pop, stroking you fast with his hand while he licked and sucked at your balls, tongue swirling around them before taking one into his mouth.

“Shit— you’re too good at this,” you groaned, hips twitching up into his hand.

Dean smirked, lips brushing against your cock as he spoke.

“Been thinking about this since we got in the car.” He licked a long stripe up the underside of your shaft before swallowing you down again, taking you deep and holding you there as his throat constricted around you.

He was relentless — sucking, licking, stroking, using every trick he had until your thighs were shaking and you were gripping his hair tighter.

Dean moaned around your cock when you finally came down his throat, swallowing every drop like he couldn’t get enough.

He pulled off slowly, licking his lips with a satisfied grin, voice rough as he looked up at you.

“Best pit stop ever.”

[cherrychapel]

Dean Winchester lay sprawled on the cheap motel sheets, legs hooked high over your shoulders, the blinds shut tight and the "Do Not Disturb" sign keeping the world out. Your thick cock drove into him in long, deliberate strokes, grinding straight against his prostate with every slow roll of your hips.

"Shit… you’re gonna break me," Dean groaned, voice hoarse and shaky. His freckled chest rose and fell fast, cock flushed dark and drooling steadily onto his stomach.

You had been teasing him for hours. Every time his breathing hitched and his thighs started to shake, you eased off the stroke on his cock, leaving him clenching and empty, orgasm slipping away. He whined, hips jerking, trying to fuck himself back onto you.

"You’re such a bastard," he panted, hole fluttering around your shaft.

You answered by circling your hips, pressing right on that swollen spot inside him while your fist stayed motionless around his leaking cock. "You love every second of it," you murmured against his throat, biting down just hard enough to make him shudder.

Dean’s moan cracked. His rim squeezed you tight. You started stroking him again—slow, focused on the slick head—while your cock hammered his prostate in short, brutal thrusts. The pressure built fast this time, different, deeper, almost too much.

His eyes rolled, thighs trembling hard against your shoulders. His cock jerked in your grip, and you didn’t stop. You kept fucking him through it, nailing that spot over and over.

Dean’s whole body locked up. A sudden, powerful jet of clear fluid erupted from his cock, splashing hot across his chest and abs. His hole clamped down hard, spasming as thick white ropes of cum followed, mixing with the clear squirt and painting his torso in messy streaks. He kept pulsing, hole milking your cock in rhythmic squeezes while you fucked him straight through every wave.

When it finally ebbed, Dean went limp, legs sliding off your shoulders, chest heaving, eyes glassy. His skin glistened on with the mix. You stayed buried inside his twitching hole and leaned down to kiss him slow and deep, tasting the wrecked little sounds he made against your tongue.