At first, he barely feels it when John slides a hand between them and starts stroking his cock as he slides out of Dean, but then a gentle wave of pleasure rolls through him just as John pushes back into him, careful and steady, and this time it hurts a little less. John keeps going, slow-paced but inexorable, and as Dean opens up, the pleasure starts winning out over the burning. It still feels huge inside of him, but no longer unbearable.
John is speeding up now, little grunts of pleasure escaping him, head down and breath huffing out over Dean's chest, and then he puts a roll into his hips that sends a bright flood of sensation through Dean, fetching him up off the floor with a cry. John laughs, a hard bark of sound, and starts pounding into Dean at that same angle, over and over.
Dean's moaning continuously now, he can't believe it feels so good - it's like when he's fucking a girl, except it's in him, deep and intimate and filling him up until he wants to scream from it, too much but wonderful. He writhes against John, desperate.
John's really hitting his stride, strong battle-hardened body pumping against Dean, waves of heat and need washing over them both, taking them closer and closer to the edge. Dean goes over first, thrashing and yelling.
"Dad, oh God, oh fucking Christ, DAD!"
He clenches tight around John, who manages a few more thrusts before following him over, head buried in Dean's chest, deep groans bursting out of him as he works through it. There's a few moments of silence as they both come back down, comfortable and satisfied at first, but becoming a little strained as the real world starts to come back in on them. Finally, John heaves out a sigh and lifts up his head to look at Dean. Dean has to steel himself to meet his father's eyes, expecting to see disgust in them. After all, he's just seen his son writhing wantonly and begging to be fucked by him. But although John's looking shocked and worried, there's no disgust there.
"Dean... are you...?"
"'M fine, Dad."
A rustle of movement and a low murmur from across the room send them scrambling for their clothes.
"Not a word to Sam about this," hisses John. "As far as he's concerned, it was just blood magic!"
Dean nods frantically, but he can't help noticing that his father's eyes never leave his body as he dresses.
Re: Blood Sugar Sex Magick John/Dean NC-17 4/4
John is speeding up now, little grunts of pleasure escaping him, head down and breath huffing out over Dean's chest, and then he puts a roll into his hips that sends a bright flood of sensation through Dean, fetching him up off the floor with a cry. John laughs, a hard bark of sound, and starts pounding into Dean at that same angle, over and over.
Dean's moaning continuously now, he can't believe it feels so good - it's like when he's fucking a girl, except it's in him, deep and intimate and filling him up until he wants to scream from it, too much but wonderful. He writhes against John, desperate.
John's really hitting his stride, strong battle-hardened body pumping against Dean, waves of heat and need washing over them both, taking them closer and closer to the edge. Dean goes over first, thrashing and yelling.
"Dad, oh God, oh fucking Christ, DAD!"
He clenches tight around John, who manages a few more thrusts before following him over, head buried in Dean's chest, deep groans bursting out of him as he works through it. There's a few moments of silence as they both come back down, comfortable and satisfied at first, but becoming a little strained as the real world starts to come back in on them. Finally, John heaves out a sigh and lifts up his head to look at Dean. Dean has to steel himself to meet his father's eyes, expecting to see disgust in them. After all, he's just seen his son writhing wantonly and begging to be fucked by him. But although John's looking shocked and worried, there's no disgust there.
"Dean... are you...?"
"'M fine, Dad."
A rustle of movement and a low murmur from across the room send them scrambling for their clothes.
"Not a word to Sam about this," hisses John. "As far as he's concerned, it was just blood magic!"
Dean nods frantically, but he can't help noticing that his father's eyes never leave his body as he dresses.
"Right, Dad. Sam need never know..."