Supernatural, Deacon/Dean, handcuffs
Dean strained against the handcuffs Deacon had just put on him.
"You're not going to get loose," Deacon told him with a smile. "There's nothing nearby for you to pick them with. I'll be keeping you too occupied to even try to think of a way out."
Dean groaned a little as he got used to having his hands above his head. He looked at Deacon with a twinkle in his green eyes. He was game. Deacon knew it.
"I can see the outlines of your muscles, must be due to your dad's training," Deacon ran a finger along some lines where Dean was chiseled. "Mmmm. Such a body."
Deacon, still fully dressed, straddled a naked Dean. He mouth and bit at Dean's chest, only leaving marks where they would be covered up. When he got to Dean's nipples, he teased, nipped, sucked and licked until Dean wasn't sure which way was up. Sounds were escaping his lips that he didn't recall making.
His tongue traced Dean's abdominal muscles. He bit at where love handles would be later in life.
Then, Deacon got off the bed to strip and Dean was able to catch his breath, or at least try to.
Deacon parted Dean's knees as he moved in closer. He lowered his head and sucked on Dean's inner thigh, bringing blood to the surface, marking him. He left those bruises up and down Dean's inner thighs. Then, he went back and nudged at them his tongue, probing at the already sensitive area. Every now and then he threw in a nip that caused Dean to flinch.
All Deacon used was spit before he pushed two fingers in Dean, painfully stretching him and raking at his prostrate. Dean hurt and couldn't help but be aroused.
Deacon plunged himself in fast and his pace grew faster. The thrusts made it hard for Dean to get air into his lungs.
When Deacon uncuffed him and laid his arms gently by his sides, Dean noticed that he'd come all over himself and didn't even remember the pleasure of it.