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Jensen/Misha
NC-17
500
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blindfold_spn fill originally posted here for the prompt: Jensen just really wants to suck on Misha's fingers.
It’s a really fucking good thing Misha generally doesn’t have a lot of props to deal with as Castiel; it means his hands are usually at his sides, obscured by his coat. When it comes to Misha, Jensen’s already screwed; give him a prop and Jensen’s fucked.
When he grabs a drink with Misha after wrapping, Jensen tries not to stare, he does, but Misha’s hands are distracting when given something to hold, to play with, when they suddenly have free rein. His fingers are long and slim, graceful and capable, quick and clever and Jensen wants nothing more than to grab Misha’s wrist as he gestures animatedly across their table, grab him and hold him still and suck those fingers between his lips. He’s been watching them for a while, wants to know what they feel like in his mouth, wants to lick off the condensation left from Misha’s beer until there’s nothing but Misha there against his tongue. He’ll taste each knuckle, nip each fingertip. Lick and suck and kiss until Misha’s looking at him with eyes gone dark and wide, Jensen finally managing to throw him off balance.
Misha will squirm in his seat, desperate for relief, release, and Jensen will have the upper hand. He’ll be the one in control, the knobs of Misha’s wrist shifting in the circle of Jensen’s fingers as Jensen bites the base of his thumb, follows the sting with a soft press of lips. He’ll lick up Misha’s index finger, suck down along his middle. Give that pinky that sticks out occasionally some love and attention, warm the tip of it on his tongue.
And then, maybe then, Misha will pull his hand away, Jensen’s name coming out strangled, full of smoke and gravel, as Misha’s fingers find Jensen’s wrist and tug him up, tug him out of their booth and toward the bathroom, toward the exit. Toward anywhere that means privacy, anywhere as long as it’s not here.
Jensen will let him, will follow him. Will lead if he has to as long as he gets to feel Misha’s fingers wet with Jensen’s spit against his skin, slip-sliding over the inside of his wrist.
They’ll leave, and they’ll rut against each other. They’ll touch and they’ll rub and Jensen will groan around Misha’s fingers. He’ll suck them and Misha will fuck his mouth with them and Jensen will shudder and come, eyes squeezed shut, fingers clutching at Misha’s hips.
And Misha will take his spit-covered fingers and spread Jensen open, press inside, never really let him come down after getting worked up. They’ll suck and they’ll fuck and it will be so good, it will be—
“Jensen?” Misha asks, waving his hand in front of Jensen’s face. “Don’t let me bore you.”
Blinking at Misha across the table, Jensen hopes he doesn’t notice his flush under the dim lighting of the bar. He reaches for his own beer, takes a sip. Watches those hands, fingers itching. “I’m anything but bored.”
Jensen/Misha
NC-17
500
blindfold_spn fill originally posted here for the prompt: Jensen just really wants to suck on Misha's fingers.It’s a really fucking good thing Misha generally doesn’t have a lot of props to deal with as Castiel; it means his hands are usually at his sides, obscured by his coat. When it comes to Misha, Jensen’s already screwed; give him a prop and Jensen’s fucked.
When he grabs a drink with Misha after wrapping, Jensen tries not to stare, he does, but Misha’s hands are distracting when given something to hold, to play with, when they suddenly have free rein. His fingers are long and slim, graceful and capable, quick and clever and Jensen wants nothing more than to grab Misha’s wrist as he gestures animatedly across their table, grab him and hold him still and suck those fingers between his lips. He’s been watching them for a while, wants to know what they feel like in his mouth, wants to lick off the condensation left from Misha’s beer until there’s nothing but Misha there against his tongue. He’ll taste each knuckle, nip each fingertip. Lick and suck and kiss until Misha’s looking at him with eyes gone dark and wide, Jensen finally managing to throw him off balance.
Misha will squirm in his seat, desperate for relief, release, and Jensen will have the upper hand. He’ll be the one in control, the knobs of Misha’s wrist shifting in the circle of Jensen’s fingers as Jensen bites the base of his thumb, follows the sting with a soft press of lips. He’ll lick up Misha’s index finger, suck down along his middle. Give that pinky that sticks out occasionally some love and attention, warm the tip of it on his tongue.
And then, maybe then, Misha will pull his hand away, Jensen’s name coming out strangled, full of smoke and gravel, as Misha’s fingers find Jensen’s wrist and tug him up, tug him out of their booth and toward the bathroom, toward the exit. Toward anywhere that means privacy, anywhere as long as it’s not here.
Jensen will let him, will follow him. Will lead if he has to as long as he gets to feel Misha’s fingers wet with Jensen’s spit against his skin, slip-sliding over the inside of his wrist.
They’ll leave, and they’ll rut against each other. They’ll touch and they’ll rub and Jensen will groan around Misha’s fingers. He’ll suck them and Misha will fuck his mouth with them and Jensen will shudder and come, eyes squeezed shut, fingers clutching at Misha’s hips.
And Misha will take his spit-covered fingers and spread Jensen open, press inside, never really let him come down after getting worked up. They’ll suck and they’ll fuck and it will be so good, it will be—
“Jensen?” Misha asks, waving his hand in front of Jensen’s face. “Don’t let me bore you.”
Blinking at Misha across the table, Jensen hopes he doesn’t notice his flush under the dim lighting of the bar. He reaches for his own beer, takes a sip. Watches those hands, fingers itching. “I’m anything but bored.”
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Date: 2010-07-20 05:51 am (UTC)you're my porn hero.
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Date: 2010-07-20 05:57 am (UTC)Seriously, there wasn't even any sex in this and I'm over here going NNNNNGGG...
You rock my world, dude.
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Date: 2010-07-20 06:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-20 06:31 am (UTC)My god.
You just killed me.
I could spend hours talking about Misha's hands and I only met him once. I can't imagine how it would feel to WORK with the guy every day once you've noticed! Ugh.
(Like... in your story, just picture Jensen watching Stonehenge Appocalypse, the scene when Misha takes pics. i dunno why, but it got to me. (Also, I looooved the fact that i own the very same camera.
Me and Misha. Soulmates. <-*wishful thinking*))
*throws hands in the air* And I don't even have a hand kink!
I do, I really really do have a Misha-hand kink, though. Like wow. That speechless.
So yeah. Good job. I'm going to take a cold shower now.
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Date: 2010-07-20 06:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-20 08:21 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-20 11:18 am (UTC)In conclusion, this is amazing, and also goddammit.
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Date: 2010-07-20 01:32 pm (UTC)I had such fun writing for
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Date: 2010-07-20 03:00 pm (UTC)Mmmmm...yeah, that's about all the coherency I can muster right now.
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Date: 2010-07-20 06:26 pm (UTC)*drools a little*
Happy thoughts, I has them.
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Date: 2010-07-20 06:44 pm (UTC)I am stupidly thrilled that you liked it.
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Date: 2010-07-20 06:46 pm (UTC)I also kind of have a thing for Misha's hands. Guh.
Thank you!
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Date: 2010-07-20 06:47 pm (UTC)Now maybe he'll do something about it and it will stop being all in his head. Or maybe Misha knows....
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Date: 2010-07-20 11:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-21 01:07 am (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it!
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Date: 2010-07-21 01:08 am (UTC)Seriously. Or with that sitting across from you.
Maybe Misha does know... ;)
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Date: 2010-07-21 01:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-21 01:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-21 01:13 am (UTC):D
I'm kind of evil, I know. Corrupting people and all.
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Date: 2010-07-21 01:43 am (UTC)AWESOME!
I must rec this!
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Date: 2010-07-21 02:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-21 02:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-21 03:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-21 03:29 am (UTC)Oooooooooooooooooohhh!
YYYYYYYESSSSSSSSSS!
The Hands of Misha are Glorious to Behold!
(ishookoneofsaidhandsatnjconandshiverattherecall)
This is made of entirely too much Awesomeness!
The icons of dastiel_gal and hils are an added bonus!
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Date: 2010-07-21 03:39 am (UTC)Durr. I'm not feeling very coherent right now.
This is crazy hot. Also, I loved it. Oh right, I have to click post comment for my comment to post. *is distracted*