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thecatevari) wrote2006-10-02 11:01 am
thecatevari) wrote2006-10-02 11:01 am
Penumbra Snippet
Ugh. I hate the post-partum part of finishing a really long story. I never know what the fuck to do with myself until Kink gets back from his vacation. Which, okay, he DID put out and is entitled to his time off, but what about MEE? So anyway, what ends up happening is my brain flits around and plays with lots of little things until something sticks. This is a pice of Penumbra, which is the sequel to Halo. Sam/Dean/Sufiya (OFC). So rough.
"I want…" Sufiya exhales. "I want you to go all at once, okay, Sam?" Her fingers cover Sam's where they're splayed across her broad, rolling hip.
"I… Are you sure?" Sam swallows dryly, still having a hard time believing he's here, doing this, even with is cock riding against/in the cleft of her ass. Under her, Dean moans softly and Sam's suddenly overwhelmed with both a wave of heat from his groin up and a dizzying sense of the weirdbadhotwrong of the whole situation.
"It's okay," Sufiya urges him, fingers tightening. "It'll be good."
Sam guides himself into her slicked opening in one slow thrust, not pausing even when she whimpers and tightens. Dean whines thickly in his throat as if it's him instead of her Sam's going into. Sam's never done this; the heat and velvet smooth pressure, the tangible and yet surreal sensation of Dean inside her too, separated from him only by a very thin and taut membrane of flesh. "Wait," Sufiya breathes finally. "Wait."
Sam and Dean both wait, bodies shaking with the effort of halt, of restraint. Sam knows he should be focused on Sufiya, her discomfort, her pleasure—and a part of him is, running soothing hands gently along her back, her ribs—but mostly he finds himself looking at Dean writhing under them both.
Dean's face is opened, softened, somehow ecstatic, head thrown back and mouth open, his eyes only a glitter through his eyelashes. Sam wonders who's seen Dean like this, if his clients have, if they make Dean look, feel like this. It makes him feel angry and restless, wanting to strike out at Dean, wanting to strike out at the faceless them.
Dean looks past Sufiya to him and Sam feels it all the way down to his cock, which twitches and swells, making Sufiya moan and make tiny shivering shifts of her hips. "Ease down, little brother," Dean murmurs at the same moment Sufiya mutters, "Okay. Move."
Dean's hand goes from Sufiya's other hip to Sam's knee and then slides higher to grip Sam's bunched thigh. He looks…oddly tentative, as if he expects Sam to jerk away, curse him as a whore and pervert. And maybe he does. Sam hasn't really given him a whole lot of room to think otherwise.
Sam makes his first slow, rolling thrust and is rewarded by Sufiya and Dean moaning in chorus. Sam reaches back and braces himself on Dean's thigh, just above the knee, and hopes Dean will take it for the gesture it is.
He guesses Dean must, because his eyes close then, back arching and the friction of their cocks together inside the heat of Sufiya exquisite beyond description.
"I can feel you both," Sufiya breathes, making her own first, careful moves, trying to coordinate between Sam in her ass and Dean in her cunt. "Gods, you both feel so good, rubbing together in me like this…" Her head drops on her shoulders, presenting Sam with the damp nape of her neck where thick black hair is starting to curl and he leans forward to put his lips against her skin. With his left hand, he hefts the round fullness of her breast, feeling the shudder of her skin, the tautness of the nipple, furled and tight.
"I want…" Sufiya exhales. "I want you to go all at once, okay, Sam?" Her fingers cover Sam's where they're splayed across her broad, rolling hip.
"I… Are you sure?" Sam swallows dryly, still having a hard time believing he's here, doing this, even with is cock riding against/in the cleft of her ass. Under her, Dean moans softly and Sam's suddenly overwhelmed with both a wave of heat from his groin up and a dizzying sense of the weirdbadhotwrong of the whole situation.
"It's okay," Sufiya urges him, fingers tightening. "It'll be good."
Sam guides himself into her slicked opening in one slow thrust, not pausing even when she whimpers and tightens. Dean whines thickly in his throat as if it's him instead of her Sam's going into. Sam's never done this; the heat and velvet smooth pressure, the tangible and yet surreal sensation of Dean inside her too, separated from him only by a very thin and taut membrane of flesh. "Wait," Sufiya breathes finally. "Wait."
Sam and Dean both wait, bodies shaking with the effort of halt, of restraint. Sam knows he should be focused on Sufiya, her discomfort, her pleasure—and a part of him is, running soothing hands gently along her back, her ribs—but mostly he finds himself looking at Dean writhing under them both.
Dean's face is opened, softened, somehow ecstatic, head thrown back and mouth open, his eyes only a glitter through his eyelashes. Sam wonders who's seen Dean like this, if his clients have, if they make Dean look, feel like this. It makes him feel angry and restless, wanting to strike out at Dean, wanting to strike out at the faceless them.
Dean looks past Sufiya to him and Sam feels it all the way down to his cock, which twitches and swells, making Sufiya moan and make tiny shivering shifts of her hips. "Ease down, little brother," Dean murmurs at the same moment Sufiya mutters, "Okay. Move."
Dean's hand goes from Sufiya's other hip to Sam's knee and then slides higher to grip Sam's bunched thigh. He looks…oddly tentative, as if he expects Sam to jerk away, curse him as a whore and pervert. And maybe he does. Sam hasn't really given him a whole lot of room to think otherwise.
Sam makes his first slow, rolling thrust and is rewarded by Sufiya and Dean moaning in chorus. Sam reaches back and braces himself on Dean's thigh, just above the knee, and hopes Dean will take it for the gesture it is.
He guesses Dean must, because his eyes close then, back arching and the friction of their cocks together inside the heat of Sufiya exquisite beyond description.
"I can feel you both," Sufiya breathes, making her own first, careful moves, trying to coordinate between Sam in her ass and Dean in her cunt. "Gods, you both feel so good, rubbing together in me like this…" Her head drops on her shoulders, presenting Sam with the damp nape of her neck where thick black hair is starting to curl and he leans forward to put his lips against her skin. With his left hand, he hefts the round fullness of her breast, feeling the shudder of her skin, the tautness of the nipple, furled and tight.
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guh.
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*meep* working here. NOT!
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I'm just going to be over here, trembling and twitching while I try to look like I'm working.
Og damn!