InsaneJournal

RP: I don't want anybody else
Who: Dean and Romilda
What: A dream reinforces the wish for a shopping trip
Where: Dean's flat and Quickpulse
When: Saturday 15th August, Late morning
Rating: VERY NSFW - sexual content. First cut link extremely so and NSFW links in thread anticipated.


Dean had spent Thursday and Friday slowly and carefully painting the second layer of the latest trial attempt of his current project. It was only a fraction of the size of what he planned for the final piece and had far less sections, but all of the elements were still there. With the care he was taking and the intricacy of his painting and the measurements he had to make it took the full two days and he worked late on the Friday, ignoring the sounds of someone still moving around the studio obviously working late too. He'd headed home and eaten when he was done, before showering and slipping into bed sometime after midnight.

He didn't always remember his dreams very well but the vividness of his imagination meant that when he did he tended to remember them in spectacular detail. When he had nightmares this was an absolute curse and the reason why he had been able to paint such vivid depictions of the things that haunted him. When his dreams were erotic this tended to lead to him waking up incredibly aroused.

These days of course most of his erotic dreams tended to feature Seamus. In this particular case they progressed from leisurely kisses and caresses to Seamus kissing his way around Dean's body. Up his legs and nipping at his inner thighs, making Dean's legs spread in anticipation only to be denied when Seamus moved to his hands, pressing kisses to his palms and on up his arms meeting at the neck Dean bared for him. He moved again, this time down Dean's chest, paying attention to first one nipple then the other, suddenly exquisitely sensitive. He kissed on down Dean's belly, making him suck in breaths as it twitched under the attention. And just as he thought Seamus might finally take his aching erection into his mouth he was made to flip over. He grumbled in complaint until Seamus covered Dean's body with his own and he could feel both heat and hardness that made him shudder with want. Hands massaged at his arse, never quite pressing hard enough or touching anywhere craved them most and-

And suddenly he awoke to light filtering through the dark curtains of his bedroom. Not that he knew it but one of his neighbours had slammed a door just loud enough to disturb him. What he was far more conscious of was the the fact he was hard and spreadeagled on his front, face smashed sideways on a pillow. He groaned softly, hips hitching forward into the delicious friction of his sheets. Why had it stopped there? Not that that was a concern for right now when he was in that hazy place of being half asleep and half awake, determined to finish the thoughts his dream had started. He shifted slowly, breath hitching as his cock pressed down into the bed as he brought his hand down between body and sheets, caressing skin that responded so easily to the soft press of fingers. Although his nipples were returned to their usual low sensitivity he pinched one and let out a heavy breath at the zing of sensation. Shifting he bent a knee up slightly to give himself better access and wrapped his fingers around his cock with a sigh. He began to stroke, slowly at first, imagining Seamus's hands as they explored his body, perhaps kissing down his spine, perhaps running hands up his ribs and spreading the cheeks of his arse to press a slick thumb against his hole. That thought made Dean's breath hitch again as his fingers tightened.

He let go and reached blindly for his bedside table, hand coming unerringly to find exactly what he needed and pulling the bottle to him. He shifted so both knees were under him, and flicked open the cap, squeezing lube into his right hand and coating a couple of fingers of his left hand. He reached back, one finger circling his hole lightly as he brought his other hand back to his cock with a quiet groan. He tightened his hand, hips hitching forward into the now tight, slick pressure. He was rarely loud, instead his breath hitched and caught as he flicked his wrist, imagining hands that were not his own and Seamus pressed against his back as he slowly pushed a finger inside and brushed a thumb across the head of his cock. Dean whimpered slightly, lost in sensation and imagination. His breath was coming quicker as he eased his hand down, rolling his balls in his hand, his cock standing tall against his body. He was close, so close. Pushing back against his own finger he rocked slightly and his breath stuttered. Gripping his cock once more he stripped it fast, breath panting and little sounds of pleasure escaping. He whined slightly, unable to do everything he wanted with his own two hands, hips not knowing which sensation to press towards more. "Please," he begged as he slipped his hand out of his arse and between his legs to press at that spot just behind his balls that would- his mouth fell open even as he held his breath and came, body jerking. A moment later let out a deep breath, muscles relaxing. He blinked his eyes open slowly, his breathing deep and now even. He wiped his hands on the sheets and faceplanted back into his pillow with a groan. Time for another shower. And then maybe he needed to make that trip to Quickpulse after all.



Some time later after he'd showered, cleaned his sheets with a few quick spells, eaten and dressed Dean ventured over to Monument Alley, and avoided Finnigan's. Yes he could look at Seamus without immediately thinking about his most recent fantasies too much these days, but he wasn't heading there at all. No, instead he cautiously opened the door to Quickpulse. He'd never been in before, although he was intrigued. He did own a couple of toys he'd bought in muggle shops but frankly the battery operated one tended to get particularly testy about his magic and the other had never quite done what he'd hoped. And after the messages he'd sent back and forth with Romilda the other day while waiting for something to come together he'd made his mind up to go through with the vague plan to at least go and investigate the shop. He was entirely unconvinced that he needed fancy underwear, but he was intrigued what options magical toys might provide, especially now his libido seemed to be picking up again. As ever there was no discernable pattern to the fluctuations that came thanks to his potions regime.