RockStarPeach

Title: Anything You Want
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: Adult
Summary: Jared wakes up to a pleasant surprise, blindfolded and naked, in bed with a naked Jensen. Things just get better from there. Straight up, lazy morning porn.
A/N: Based on the blindfold_spn prompt Jensen fucks Jared with a dildo. Jared loves this. Then, instead of taking the dildo out and fucking Jared himself, Jensen stuffs Jared's ass with both the dildo and his cock. Jared loves this even more. Bonus kinks can include dirty talk, fisting, bondage, blindfolds etc.

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Jared smiles as he slowly wakes, feels fingers carding through his hair softly and a hand gently kneading up and down the length of his arm.

He starts to blink his eyes open, sucks in a sharp hiss of breath and his heart speeds up too quickly when everything is still dark. There’s a shushing noise in his ear then, Jensen’s lips pressed to the shell and the soft sound fills him with warmth and comfort as the momentary panic subsides.

There’s a finger at his temple then, tugging on the cloth that’s covering his eyes tight, reminding him that it’s there, that he’s not blind, just blindfolded.

“Relax, baby,” Jensen whispers, licks along the curve of Jared’s ear and runs his hand down Jared’s bare back. Jared learned long ago that pyjamas tend to just get in the way of all the fun, so it’s rare that he wears them, especially with Jensen. “Just relax and lie still. I’m gonna take good care of you.”

Jared lets out a slow breath and hums happily while Jensen leans over him to take Jared’s wrists in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over the jut of bone soothingly. He pulls them forward, Jared’s chest pressed firmly to the bed as his loose fists are stretched open and his fingers are wrapped around the spindles in the headboard.

“Keep them there,” Jensen orders, voice low and warm against the back of Jared’s neck and he nips the skin sharply. Jared nods jerkily and sucks in a breath. “I mean it. Don’t move, Jared. Move and I’ll stop. And you really don’t want me to stop. Got it?”

“Yeah,” Jared breathes out, grips the wood tighter and spreads his thighs willingly when Jensen coaxes them apart with his hands. “Got it.”

“Spread wide for me,” Jensen says and Jared can feel him moving on the bed, hear the sound of a drawer opening to his left, the sound of Jensen rustling around and then the bed dips again as Jensen settles behind him, between his legs.

Jared makes room for him, spreads his legs and bends his knees a little, pushes up so that his ass is in the air with his shoulders still pressed flat against the mattress. Jensen loves to look at him like this, pliant and wide open, balls hanging heavy between his thighs with his dick huge and hard and straining up against his stomach. Which works out great, because Jared really, really loves to be looked at.

He knows he’s gorgeous, knows that it drives Jensen crazy when Jared’s on display and Jared’s cock gives a needy twitch when he hears Jensen groan in approval.

“Good boy,” Jensen tells him, soothing Jared’s heated flank with a large hand. “So good. So beautiful for me.”

Jared preens under the attention, pushes his ass up even further and smiles smugly to himself when Jensen sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth and drags his hand down the back of Jared’s leg, slowly.

“What do you want?” Jensen asks him, putting his free on Jared as well, feather-soft touches, tips of his fingers just tickling the skin as they skitter up and over the swell of Jared’s ass. They firm up then, palms spread over his cheeks as Jensen’s thumbs curl and dip into the crack, easing it apart.

“Ngh,” Jared groans, hands clenching down on the spindles of wood again as he unconsciously rocks his hips back, wanting Jensen’s fingers inside him, forcing him open even wider.

“What do you want, Jared?” Jensen asks again. His fingers tense and dig into Jared’s flesh, nails biting into his sensitive skin, harder and harder until Jared stops moving, stops pushing back for more.

“Fuck me,” Jared tells him, and he’s impressed with how level his voice his. It’s not a request, not really. It’s something he wants and something Jensen wants and something he knows he’s going to get. Because Jensen hardly ever says ‘no’. “I want you to fuck me.”

Jensen chuckles behind him, the sound reverberating through his body and into Jared’s briefly before Jensen’s hands are gone, cool air of the room rushing up against his skin, warmed from contact. Jared makes a disappointed sort of noise deep in his throat and then immediately one of Jensen’s hands is back on him, placed at the base of his spine, solid and sure.

“Lube,” Jensen explains, keeps his hand there for a beat longer until Jared forces himself to relax. Then he’s alone again. Or almost alone, because he can’t feel Jensen, can’t see him, but he can still hear him, fumbling with the bottle. Jared is hyperaware of the pop of the cap being flipped, the schloop of the plastic being squeezed and the drip of the liquid out onto Jensen’s hand. They’re good noises.

Jensen is still for a moment then, quiet and Jared gets a little apprehensive before he hears the telltale squelch of lube being spread out over the flesh of Jensen’s cock and he wriggles a little, shifts to get as comfortable as he can. This is always a great ride and Jared plans on enjoying himself to the fullest.

Jensen hasn’t prepped him, but that’s okay. He doesn’t really need it, not with enough slick and not as long as Jensen goes slowly. He feels the bed shift once more as Jensen settles in closer, feels the heat of Jensen’s hand once again on his back, steadying him. Jensen’s thumb slides lower, between his cheeks and down, stops when it hits Jared’s tight hole.

“Ready baby?” he asks, thumb pushing down just a little more. It’s still covered in lube and slides in easily, all the way and Jared can feel himself take it in, pucker clenching tight and pulling it deeper.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Ready. Do it. Fuck me, Jensen.”

Then there’s a blunt pressure against his opening, pushing in alongside the thumb that’s already there, but it’s cool compared to the heat of Jensen’s hand and it doesn’t take Jared long to realise that it’s a dildo, his favourite dildo, not Jensen’s cock.

“Jensen,” Jared gasps as Jensen pushes the toy forward, slow but relentless and doesn’t stop until it’s all the way in. It’s smaller than Jensen is but it’s still a good size and Jensen tilts it down so that it rubs against Jared’s prostate when he works it in and out in a few shallow jerks.

“Do you like that?” Jensen asks, doesn’t pause in his motions, only makes them bigger, pulls the dildo out further before he pushes it back in again, harder and faster than before. “Like taking this rubber cock up your sweet little ass?”

Jared can only groan in response at this point, press his shoulders down and his hips up to take the fake cock in deeper, because yes, he does love it. He’d love it more if it was Jensen, but he’s pretty sure Jensen won’t be able to resist fucking him with the real thing before they’re done. Especially if Jared moans extra pretty, throws in the occasional, well-placed ‘please’. Jensen’s a sucker for that shit.

“You do, don’t you?” Jensen asks, slips his thumb out finally and moves his hand over Jared’s lower back, around his ribs and around so that it’s lying flat against Jared’s stomach. His muscles ripple and bulge under Jensen’s hand as he fucks back against the push and pull of the toy.

“You love getting split open, love it when I can see. Love it when it drives me crazy, watching you writhe and squirm on your favourite toy, when I can see it sliding inside, see your perfect little hole stretching around it, swallowing it down. Fuck, Jared.”

Jensen is panting heavily by the time he’s done talking and his hand is working even faster, pumping the dildo in and out of Jared rapidly now, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. So fucking close Jared can taste it, needs it and he’s ready to beg. Not just because Jensen loves it, but because Jared never has any shame in the bedroom and he’s willing to do or say whatever it takes to get the most pleasure out of every situation.

“Jensen,” he chokes out. “God, Jensen. Please. Fuck, please. I need…”

“What do you need, baby?” Jensen asks, slows down the harsh pounding into Jared’s ass now, teasing. “Tell me.”

“Need to come,” Jared admits, because it’s not like it’s a secret. And they both love it when Jared tells him, both love to hear it out loud. “Can I? Can I touch myself?”

“No,” Jensen barks, stopping his movements altogether. “No. I told you to keep your hands where they are. When you come, I’ll handle it. I promise, baby. I’ve got you.”

“Jensen, please.”

“Do you want to come like this?” Jensen asks, twisting the dildo once again, pushing it just a little. “Or do you want my cock in you when I make you so crazy, so desperate you can’t even remember your own name?”

“Oh God,” Jared says. It comes out broken as the picture Jensen paints in his mind with his words makes him desperate already, weakens his knees and he starts to shake. “Your cock,” he pleads. “Fuck, your cock. I need it.”

“Anything you want,” Jensen tells him and Jared can hear the curl in his lips, hear the smile in the words. “All you have to do is ask.”

Jared breathes a sigh of relief, knows he’ll be getting off soon because Jensen never can last very long after he’s worked Jared up like this, after he’s watched his fill, watched Jared turn to jelly under his hands. Jared waits patiently for Jensen to pull the toy out, licks his lips in anticipation but instead of the stretch and release and the feeling of emptiness he expects, he feels the warmth of Jensen’s thighs pressing up against the backs of his, feels the pressure, fuck the exquisite pressure of Jensen angling the dildo up, finger sliding in underneath to stretch his hole even more.

“Jensen,” he starts, stops to groan when Jensen adds another finger, holds very, very still and tries his best to stay loose. He thinks he knows where this is going but he doesn’t want to get his hopes up, just in case he’s wrong. They’ve only done this a handful of times and Jensen usually takes a lot longer to build up to it when they do. “What are you… what are you doing?”

“Gonna fuck you, Jared,” Jensen promises. “Gonna fuck you good and hard.”

And then the stretch from inside his rim is almost unbearable as Jensen pushes in a third finger. There’s lube everywhere, it’s a slippery, sticky mess and it hurts but it feels so fucking good Jared thinks he might pass out. Before long Jensen’s fingers pull back, slowly slide out and he feels the head of Jensen’s cock press into him, alongside the flexible rubber.

He cries out, pain surpassing the pleasure but he knows that won’t last for long and Jared mostly just wants more. Wants to be so fucking full that he doesn’t know which way is up and his fingers are clenching and unclenching spasmodically around the thin pieces of wood so hard he thinks they might snap like twigs in his hands.

Jensen doesn’t stop, not until he’s all the way in and when he is he pushes his hips right up against Jared’s ass, holds very still. Jared can hear him breathing, stilted and heavy and one of Jensen’s hands must still be holding the base of the dildo because there’s only one rubbing up and down soothingly over Jared’s front.

“You okay?” Jensen asks him. “Tell me if you’re not.”

“I…” Jared says, blinks his eyes open and shut even though he can’t see anything, scrunches up his toes just to have something to distract him so he can think. “Yeah. I’m good. Promise. Just, please. Jensen, please.”

Jensen lets out a long, slow groan in response and slowly, so very slowly, starts to move. He pumps his hips back and forth, cock sliding inside Jared’s slick channel while he holds the dildo still, doesn’t fuck him with it any longer, just uses it to keep him open, keep him wide and vulnerable and pretty.

Jared wishes for just a moment that they were doing this in front of a mirror, wants to see what he looks like. He knows it’s probably really fucking good, but he wants to see it for himself, see what Jensen’s always talking about when he praises him.

“So amazing,” Jensen tells him then, as if reading Jared’s thoughts. He draws his hips back and snaps them forward, makes Jared shake and whine as the tip of his cock pounds into Jared’s prostate, quicker and harder with each stroke. “Fuck, Jared, you should see yourself.”

Yeah, Jared would love to. He’d kind of like to see Jensen too, see the way he looks and moves, the faces he makes and way his muscles flex and give. Jared knows that he’s Jensen’s favourite thing to look at, but Jared will never ever get tired of looking Jensen, either.

“Stretched so wide and tight, your pretty little rim filled to bursting. Shit, I can’t… So perfect. So perfect around my cock. Feel so good, baby,” Jensen babbles, pumps his hips in and out, slide of his cock dragging along Jared’s insides, along his tight pucker and damn it, he’s so close and getting closer. He won’t last, he knows he won’t.

“Please, Jensen.”

“You have no idea,” Jensen goes on, voice cracking as he keeps up the pace of his thrusts, bends down and angles his hips so he goes even deeper. “You think you do. You’re an arrogant son of a bitch and you think you know how hot you are. But really, you have no idea. What you do to me, baby. You break me.”

“Please,” Jared begs again, feels like he might cry because Jensen’s words are driving him insane, the stretch in his ass, the pounding inside and the feeling of knowing he’s the most important person in Jensen’s world, they’re all spiralling together, conspiring to make him lose his mind entirely and all he can feel is his need.

“Yeah,” Jensen agrees. “Yeah, okay. You can come. Come, Jared.”

And then the hand on his stomach slides down, down to rest over his pelvis, Jensen’s fingers splayed out across his skin. One finger lifts when Jared makes a pathetic sort of noise and the tip just barely glides over the head of Jared’s shaft, slides easily through his pre-come, smearing it.

He jerks with the force of the contact, so long without any touch there that it jars him. Jensen’s other hand is suddenly on him, holding his hip steady while the front of Jensen’s body keeps the dildo in place and Jensen crouches down over him, covers his back with Jensen’s front and puts his mouth to Jared’s ear.

“Let go, baby,” Jensen tells him and with one more swipe of that finger over Jared’s cock he’s done for, screams out his release while he wets his belly and the bed below him with thick pulses of come.

He feels himself clenching down around Jensen in his ass, feels his cock thicken and empty and he feels light in the head as his hands slowly loosen their death grip on the spindles and the world fades out around him.

“Welcome back, sleepy head,” is the next thing he hears and this time when he opens his eyes he can see. Can see Jensen on his back looking down at Jared where he’s wrapped around his lover with his head on Jensen’s chest.

“Wow,” Jared says, because really, that’s all he can come up with. That was fucking fantastic.

“That good, huh?” Jensen teases, blushes so cute as he tilts Jared’s chin up with his index finger and places a soft and lingering kiss to his lips. Jared falls into it, closes his eyes again and holds Jensen tighter, arms wrapped around his ribs.

It’s not until Jensen opens his mouth slightly, slides his tongue between Jared’s lips and then they break apart again before something hits Jared.

“Oh my...” he says, eyes wide with horror. “Shit, Jensen, I passed out on you. Fuck, I’m sorry, man. Did you…”

Jensen tilts his head back and lets out a heartfelt laugh.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he says, reaches his hand around Jared’s back and down, fingers sliding into the crack of his ass and slipping through the mess of what is clearly Jensen’s come leaking from his hole. “I hope you don’t mind. Maybe I should have waited until you were awake again? I sort of couldn’t help myself.”

Jared laughs right back and rolls on top of Jensen, pins him to the bed with his hands wrapped around Jensen’s wrists, keeping them still next to Jensen’s head.

“No,” he says as he kisses Jensen again, smiles and blushes and ducks his head into the crook of Jensen’s neck. “No, it’s fine. More than fine.”

“Good,” Jensen tells him, hand smoothing down Jared’s back as he smiles. “Because I might want to do this exact same thing again later.”

Jared looks up at him and smiles back. He’s looking forward to it.

END