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It began with too much wine and two lustful minds. Dean knew it was a bad idea. He knew he would regret it, and yet there he was, laying in bed, engulfed by plush sheets and trapped under a certain brunette boy.
His wrists were above his head, restrained by a strong hand that belonged to the guy who was on top of him.
The other hand was roaming around under his shirt, mapping all the dips and curves, memorizing and tracing them like he was afraid he might forget.
Cold hands dragged along his bare ribs, caressing and squeezing deliberately, with purpose. He felt his eyes roll and his mouth parting, a small desperate moan coming out.
The pink lips he fantasized about were now connected to his, moving in a rhythm that felt all too natural.
Their tongues danced together with ease, one leading the other and the other following helplessly.
He tasted like wine and a hint of stale smoke. It was intoxicating. It was addicting. It was everything he ever dreamed of. He would do anything to glue their mouths together. Forever.
They broke the kiss, gasping for air.
A set of light, dazed, baby blues met a set of lust-filled, hungry hazel browns.
Soft lips found their way to the blonde’s jaw, kissing softly, cherishing every contact. They made their way to his neck, light pecks transitioning into tender sucking. Not enough to make marks, but enough to engrain themselves into Dean’s mind, making him beg for more.
The soft suckling stopped, he was a whining mess under the streamer, Parker whispered into his ear, causing a shiver to run down his spine. He didn’t hear what the voice said, too focused on the feeling that the taller man’s lips left behind.
“Par—Parker…” his quiet pleading melted into a jumble of sweet needy little moans and whimpers as the man’s mouth found their way back to his neck.
He licked, sucked, and bit, eliciting loud, sultry cries out of Dean. His eyes were screwed shut, lips parted and glossy from the previous interaction with the very mouth that were now exploring his collum.
The taller’s hand made its way up to Dean’s jaw, caressing it delicately. The other was gripping his hip, restraining him from grinding up on the brunette’s chest.
Dean moaned in frustration. He needed some kind of release, his dick hard and pressing uncomfortably against his pants.
Suddenly, he feels the pad of Parker’s thumb press down on his bottom lip. It was deliberate, commanding. He was demanding entrance.
He opened his mouth, too dazed to think.
The pollex entered with little resistance. He felt it rub against his tongue, the feeling weirdly grounding him in the midst of all the pleasure and frustration.
He started sucking on the digit, almost automatically. As if it were second nature.
Parker seemed to be pleased, a hum of approval coming out of his mouth, which was still attached to his collarbone.
His lips clung to the thumb while the taller shifted his target to his throat, peppering kisses light and hard. He closed his eyes, wanting to feel nothing else but the lips of the other man.
Dean felt so good, but all good things must come to an end. Without warning Parker engulfed his Adam's apple, biting it so it doesn’t hurt but still leaves him flustered.
The blonde’s eyes flew open, accidentally biting the digit in his mouth in pure surprise.
He regretted his actions immediately, the brunette stopped, lips disconnecting themselves from his skin, his thumb pressing down on his tongue, making him gag, and forcing his mouth open.
After a few seconds his jaw was strained and sore. A soft whimper left his throat.
A stern voice cutting through his hazed mind. “Don’t use your teeth again. You understand?”
The blonde looked up, eyes glazed, full of lust. He nodded meekly and, whining, begging Parker to continue.
Parker’s gaze shifted into something deep and dangerous. Like a hurricane. Eyes dilated, staring Dean down as if he were fresh meat.
It made him shudder in excitement.
“Tell me what you want, princess. Whatever you want. Just tell me.”
He didn’t even have time to think; it just flew out of his mouth on pure want, “Fuck me, Parker. Please, Parker, I need this.”
That seemed to ignite something deep inside Parker.
Lips smashed into each other. Charged with out arousal and need. Tongue was shoved into Dean’s mouth, leading his own in a never-ending dance.
Dean felt his throat let another low moan escape as he felt Parker pull the strings of his sweat pants and slowly pull them down.