dephigravity | Seven Deadly Sins: Lust

The fifth installment of a series centered around the seven most sinful temptations. This is the sequel to Lust- An Inked Man

Title:Trust
Pairing: Jensen/ Jared
Characters: Jared, Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Breath Control
Word Count: 1994
Disclaimer: If I did own them I wouldn't be on here, now would I?
Summary: After getting his tattoo and an unexpected piercing, Jared's eyes are opened to yet another new world of possibilities when Jensen asks him to stay.
Author's Notes: Thanks again to my wonderful beta [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] for filling my pages full of red lines and plenty of unfs, while urging me on into the kink filled world. Changed slightly since, so all mistakes are mine.

*Written for the

kink_bingo "Breathplay" prompt

Jared lies staring out through the open blinds covering the small window over Jensen’s bed; the soft exhale of breath from behind him gently warms his neck. The burn on his shoulder and chest has subsided into a dull throb that he only notices it when he moves, nothing like the still tender nipple bearing its new accessory. His eyes drift down to take in the glint of moonlight reflecting off the silver ring hanging from his chest. Slumber eludes him as Jensen sleeps peacefully at his side; the realization of what he let happen to his body coupled with Jensen asking him to stay has him restless and his mind reeling.

The bed behind him dips as Jensen scoots closer into spoon against him, firm cock pressing against the small of his back. Jared lifts his head to allow his tattoo covered arm to slip under and wrap around to chest, he bites back a hiss at the sudden tug of the still healing skin on his shoulder. Feelings of security and newfound tenderness wash over Jared as he looks down to see Jensen absentmindedly brushing his thumb over his skin while he sleeps. He feels the cool ball of metal as he nuzzles further into Jared’s neck and hair; a mumbling of something unfamiliar falls against the back of his ear.

Pain rushes through his body as Jensen’s thumb flicks the jewelry piercing through his nipple, he arches his back into the embrace and he feels the forming of a smile on his skin.

“Incredible, isn’t it? How something so small can cause you so much agony and yet bring you unbelievable amounts of pleasure.” Jensen says in a whisper as he closes his fingers around the ring and twists it in its home inside Jared’s erect nipple.

Jared whimpers at the sensations and grinds back into Jensen’s cock; Jensen adjusts himself so that his shaft finds its way between the sweat-slicked cheeks of Jared’s ass. He feels Jensen slip his hand under his chest, allowing him to embrace him even more fully. They rock into each other while Jared feels the bouncing of his own cock as it comes alive with a succession of twitches.

“I,” Jared starts to say, but inhales as Jensen releases his nipple ring and grasps his cock. After a few slow tugs, Jared regains his train of thought, “I’ve never, haven’t ever-“

“Never what, Jared?” Jensen asks as he continues to stroke, his hand tightening its grasp along the heated flesh as his thumb pushes deep into the slit at the tip. “You aren’t a virgin, are you?”

The rhythm increases as Jared thrusts into Jensen’s clenched fist, while his sex-crazed brain tries to piece together Jensen’s question.

“No, not a virgin… been with girls,” he says with more effort than he means to show. Jensen is pumping him harder now; bringing him closer to the edge, but then pulls his hand away to squeeze at his balls, using his thumb to spread them apart. Jared’s cock slaps him across his belly as he turns his head back into Jensen’s shocked expression.

“You’ve never been with a guy before?” Jensen says, his eyebrows lifting in surprise; his pinky finger extends to trace along Jared’s perineum while continuing to massage his swollen balls.

Jared turns towards Jensen, grimacing as his new tattoo scrapes over the cotton sheets. His eyes focus on the glint of light on the stud hanging below Jensen’s lip.

“Does tonight count?” He asks with a childish sigh.

“That would be a no,” Jensen says, chuckling at his innocence. He releases Jared and his open palm presses against his chest, rubbing affectionately over his smooth skin. “What have you done exactly?”

The bed jostles as Jared adjusts to lean on his tattooed arm; blushing, he thinks about his confession before he tells him. “Blow jobs, hand jobs, normal sex stuff, I guess.”

“Normal sex stuff? As in you on top, her on bottom, strictly missionary?” Jensen says as he slides his hand up to Jared’s neck and wrapping his fingers into the long strands of sweat dampened hair. “Vanilla is nothing to be ashamed about, Jared.” Jensen’s eyes flash with increased want.

“Yeah? What kind of things are you into? I mean, you don’t seem the cut and dry vanilla type, no offense.”

Jared looks at him, taking in the calming nature of his face and the desire burning deep inside.

“It depends, actually. I have always had a thing for tattoos and piercings, obviously, but I‘ve had a couple different experiences, some good, some bad.”

“Like what?” Jared asks as his interest piques.

“Guys in leather and vinyl are fucking hot. There is just something that is incredibly intense about black leather or rubber caressing a guy’s body. Wax play is fun, but make sure you shave first, it hurts a helluva lot but fuck, is it amazing when they peel it off.” Jensen says, laughing at himself.

“I take it you had a bad experience with that one?”

“Yeah but that led to this guy shaving me all over, which, holy shit!”

Jensen lowers his hand back down to play with Jared’s nipple one again, flicking the tender and inflamed tissue. Jared closes his eyes, letting the mixture of stimulation overwhelm him; his breath staggers and his mouth drops in a silent moan of ecstasy as he listens on.

“Bondage is a trip. You wouldn’t believe the intensity that helplessness can bring to your orgasm. Restraints are much easier to get into since rope tends to cut and burn you as you struggle, which is a must.” Jensen says as he brushes his knee up against Jared’s thigh, the rub of flesh over the small hairs of his leg sending even more shivers throughout him.

Jared tentatively reaches his hand out to find Jensen’s hip and then drags his fingers down to the soft curls of hair above his crotch. He snakes his fingers around the warm thickness of Jensen’s shaft, his thumb toying with the metal ring coming through the underside of the head. Jensen meets his touch with a low guttural growl from deep in his throat.

“Do you have a favorite?” Jared asks as his eyes open to meet Jensen’s.

“What, kink? Yeah, I do.”

Hips inch closer together, as he holds firmly onto the pierced cock, causing Jensen to rock into his grasp, the dimples of his ass growing more pronounced in the dim light coming in through the window. The dark patterns of his sleeve become defined and Jared focuses on them, trying to work out the designs in his mind.

“Tell me,” he says while his hand squeezes even tighter around Jensen’s cock. Jared stares deep into his eyes, hidden behind those almost feminine eyelashes.

Jensen squirms to get more friction as Jared loosens his grasp around his cock, he gasps in frustration as Jared continues his questioning gaze. Jared watches the wheels turn in Jensen’s mind, clearly trying to gauge if his answer will scare him away.

“Please? I promise I won’t judge? Tell me.”

“Asphyxiation,” he finally relinquishes, succumbing to Jared’s wounded child look.

Jared looks on as Jensen clenches his eyes and jaw, expecting a rejection that doesn’t come.

“Asphyxiation? As in choking?” Jared says simply, without a hint of mocking condemnation.

“Well not just choking. Breath play involves a wide variety of practices,” he says almost scholarly. “Some guys are into deep throated gagging or gas masks, but I am more into the intimate approach.”
Jared pulls away, thoughts race through his mind as he tries to picture Jensen slide a gas mask over his head, the stark contrast of black rubber obscuring his face over pale freckled skin. His nose crinkles just a bit and Jensen sits up on the bed, panic flushing into his face.

“I did it, didn’t I? I told you too much.”

“No, it’s not that. I was just picturing you in a gas mask; I don’t think I liked it much. I would rather see your face, your eyes.”

“Oh, well it’s a good thing that I don’t like them then,” he laughs.

“Jensen?” Jared asks coyly. “Will you show me?”

“Show you what?”

“How you do it, I mean I get the concept but-“

Jensen’s eyes flicker between a soft, caring and deep uncontrollable desire as Jared’s plea cements itself in his mind.

“Lie down,” he directs and Jared obeys, spreading his legs open as Jensen maneuvers between them. “I need you to trust me, okay? I won’t do anything to hurt you but I need to know your limits. If for any reason you want me to stop, you tap my shoulder twice.”

Jared takes in Jensen’s soothing voice, hanging on every syllable implicitly as his hands slide up over his chest and brace against his shoulders. Jensen leans forward; the Prince Albert is cool against the heated flesh of Jared’s inner thigh as he begins to wrap his fingers around Jared’s throat. Slick with precome, Jared’s cock pokes hard against Jensen, mirroring the excited nervousness of both men.

“I want you to grab yourself, Jared. I promise this will be unlike any other experience you’ve ever had.”

Jared slides his hand between them and grasps his dick, his knuckles skirting the small trail of hair travelling down Jensen’s abs. His eyes focus on the intricate designs gracing his arms. Aquamarine fish scales cover both of his forearms stopping abruptly at his wrists, further up his biceps are gothic inspired gargoyles interwoven between Celtic knots, they’re eyes a deep yellow as they peer out from his skin. Jensen rubs his thumbs along Jared’s jawline as his fingers stroke the sides of his throat; they slip down as he slowly begins to tighten his grip around his neck.

Jared feels his windpipe closing as he strokes; he’s finding it harder to breathe through his nose and opens his mouth to suck in the increasingly elusive air. Shots of lightning streak across his eyelids while his lungs fight for air, colors swirl kaleidoscopically in the corners of his vision as his strokes increase in speed. Jensen loosens his chokehold, sending in cool bursts of air deep into Jared’s lungs, only to clench even tighter, his fingernails clawing crescents into the tender flesh.

Jared almost reaches to tap his shoulder but instead digs his free fist deep into the sheets. His head starts to pound as his pulse drums in his ears, the veins in his head throb against his skull as he fights to keep his fist pumping his cock. He can vaguely hear Jensen saying something about ‘almost there’ and his body struggles in desperate need of oxygen. His balls withdraw deep inside him as come bursts forth from his cock, splattering Jensen’s belly and then dripping back onto him. Jared gasps for air the second Jensen lets go, endorphins flooding his system as synapses fire. His vision struggles to focus as bursts of light shine through the blurs; Jensen rubs a comforting hand along his chest to coax his breathing to steady.

“You okay?”

Jared tries to formulate an answer, his coughs and haggard breaths resounding in Jensen’s ear; he nods emphatically as Jensen lies against him, their bodies slick from Jared’s orgasm.

“That,” Jared forces out, “was fucking-“

“I told you.” Jensen smirks and crawls on top of Jared, his mouth biting hungrily at his earlobe. Jared opens his legs wider as Jensen slides legs in between them, grinding furiously into his crotch.

“God, Jared. The things I can show you,” Jensen says through a nibble and then peppers Jared’s neck with kisses; his tattooed arms rippling as he strokes his hands all over his body.

Jared moans as Jensen’s lips find their way onto his own. Their tongues wrestle as the morning sun rises, streaking their bodies with shafts of warm light, and bringing their first night together to an end.

Lust- An Inked Man

Current Mood: chipper
Current Location: the couch
Current Music: I am Barely Breathing by Duncan Sheik

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DAMN!!!!!!! THAT WAS....JESUSFUCK!!
FUCK NAUGHTY DIRTY SLUTTY JENSEN AND NEW,INNOCENCE,READY TO LEARN JARED ARE GOING TO HAVE SO MUCH FUN...IM ENVY..YEAH I SO AM.

UMMMMMMMMMM DELICIOUSLY FILTHY HOT SEX.

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