Short Stories and One Shots

The Gift of Giving

Requested by: winchesterzforever on Tumblr

Pairing: Dean Winchester x M! Reader

Word count: 4,388

Warnings: This is just glorified face fucking, I hope you enjoy

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The sight before him was... pretty.

There wasn't any other way to explain it besides calling it pretty, or beautiful, or maybe... well he couldn't think of anything else really.

(M/N) was tied to the bedposts, propped up a bit so that it looked like he was relaxing but Dean knew it was anything but relaxing. Everyone was out of the house, minus them, and it was a relief. Dean knew it was actually just Sammy taking pity on him and forcing everyone out on the guise of Christmas cheer.

But, back to the problem at hand, er, bed.

(M/N)'s face had dropped to a nice ruddy color, his eyes wide as he watched Dean shuck his shirt and pants into some unknown corner. The other male wanted to fight against his bindings, to touch him, but what was holding him down was new and nice and he was terrified of breaking them.

(M/N)'s (S/C) wrists weren't held down by rope, him and his stupid sensitive skin wouldn't let them do that, so they had gone out and gotten (F/C) silk instead. Dean's face had gone a wonderful shade of red in the store when they'd bought it. His face was actually started to match that color, though it was arousal now instead of embarrassment. 10x better if you had to ask (M/N).

"Alright," Dean's voice was soft, overly so, but you couldn't blame him. They'd set boundaries, they'd talked all this over; he knew what was going to happen, everything they had set out, but it was still nerve-wracking to be actually Doing it and not just talking about it.

(M/N) blinked up at him almost owlishly as Dean rubbed gently at his thighs, moving to kneel on the bed next to him.

"You doing alright?" Blinking again (M/N) grinned, the smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Never better." His voice was just as soft as Deans was, but he sounded... drunk almost. Neither of them had been drinking, (M/N) had made sure of that, but he was drunk none the less.

"Ok, Ok..." Dean leaned down, placing soft kisses across (M/N) cheeks, little things that were hardly even a brush of his lips but as he moved he applied a bit more pressure, kissing with all the love in the world.

Their kisses were long and slow, Dean gripping at (H/C) hair to gently tilt (M/N)'s head this way and that, the shorter male straining against his bonds to touch, but never too hard. This was a game of sorts, to see how long (M/N) could make it before he couldn't take not being able to touch Dean directly.

Dean then leaned back, (M/N) arching to follow only to fall short. The two of them were panting, Dean watched as the string of saliva between them thin and break, a slight wonder in his mind. Dean had been in bed with numerous people, some of it just a fling, some of it out of love, but he'd never kissed someone so much that they'd drooled over each other.

He watched as (M/N) fail to lick their mixed mess off his chin, swallowing the little he'd captured. He was probably uncomfortable with the wetness running down his chin, but he didn't move to wipe it on his shoulder or anything so it couldn't have been too bad.

Dean then watched as his tongue poked out again, wetting his lips this time instead of making a mess. God damnit he was hot.

With a deep breath, Dean gathered himself, mind and body, to straddle (M/N)'s chest, his hands gripping at the headboard until his knuckles turned white. This was a new angle, a new sight, and Jesus it was beautiful.