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“Happy anniversary Mr. Ackles,” Jensen says, as he leans down to kiss Jared. They still kiss like newlyweds, hungrily, greedily, drunk on the taste and feel of each other’s lips and tongues. The kiss goes on a long time, there is no need to rush, they have all night. When Jensen finally lifts his head, Jared is lightheaded, and it’s not because of the champagne they drank at dinner. Well, not just because of that. Jared is lying down on the bed, naked, while Jensen, fully dressed, stands over him. Jared can still feel the ghost of Jensen’s lips on his. The anticipation of what is to come coils in the air, like a snake ready to strike.
“Still as beautiful as you were on our wedding night,” Jensen says, as his eyes take a walk over Jared’s body.
Jared’s cock twitches, but that’s all it can do. When they were getting dressed for dinner, Jensen had given Jared a ring. A gold ring. A gold cock ring. Jared spent the entire dinner squirming as Jensen sat beside him, hand on Jared’s thigh, fingers stroking Jared’s crotch. As soon as they got home, Jared had stripped, because he knows this game. They have played this game many, many times. Jared is going to get good and fucked, but when Jensen is ready. And Jensen likes to take his time.
“You get more beautiful with every year that passes which is all kinds of not fair,” Jared says to his husband of a decade. “But you’d be more beautiful if you were wearing a lot fewer clothes,” Jared adds hopefully.
Jensen just laughs, sits down on the bed beside Jared. “All in good time, husband,” he says. “I have another gift for you.”
Jared gave Jensen a gold watch, a blow job, and the Saint Lauren’s high-top sneakers Jensen has been eyeing. Jensen gave Jared the cock ring, a fancy dinner at Jared’s favorite restaurant, and tickets to Alaska, the only state Jared hasn’t visited yet. Jared has a map of the states in his study, and he’s delighted he’s finally going to be able to mark Alaska off. They leave in two weeks. At the rate that Jensen is going, it’s going to take that long before they ever get to the fucking part of their anniversary celebration.
“What is it?” Jared asks. He is quite sure it’s something designed to drive him crazy with want, Jensen loves driving him crazy. He’s still eager for whatever is though, because, as it turns out, he loves being driven crazy.
Jensen reaches under the bed, pulls out a little box. Jared watches him as Jensen slowly opens it. He looks inside, smiles, no scratch that – smirks, and then shows the box to Jared.
In the box is a feather tickler. Jared’s cock twitches again.
“You know one of the things I love about you?” Jensen asks, dropping the box on the bedside table. “How sensitive you are,” he continues. He takes the feather, runs in over Jared’s collarbone. Jared’s body is tense with anticipation as the feather brushes against his shoulders. “Just the lightest touch and you respond so beautifully.” The feather is brushed against Jared’s right nipple, it instantly turns into a hard nub. Jensen takes his time, runs the feather over the nipple several times. Jared’s already clutching at the covers he is lying on, and they’ve barely gotten started. Jensen laughs, dark and dangerous, and Jared thinks he is the luckiest motherfucker ever.
Jensen leans over to kiss Jared again, as the feather trails its way from one of Jared’s nipples to the other one. It’s a teasing kiss, a brief pressing of lips and then Jensen withdraws and then leans down and barely kisses Jared again. But Jared’s hands are free (for now) and he grabs Jensen by his expensively clad shoulders and pulls him into a deeper, more satisfying kiss. If Jensen didn’t want his tailor-made Dior suit wrinkled, he shouldn’t have worn it to bed.
Jensen’s eyes are glinting with mischievousness as he lifts his head, the feather having turned Jared’s left nipple into a twin hard nub. “That’s gonna cost you,” he teases Jared, as the feather trails down to flit across Jared’s belly button. Jared’s torn between feeling ticklish and turned on as the feather dips inside his navel. “Seems like you need a little reminder of who is in charge in the bedroom.”
Jared regrets nothing and lets his smirk show it. He puts his hands behind his head and dares to taunt his husband. “So, remind me.”
Jensen’s tongue darts out and licks his bottom lip, which is even more plush than normal after the kiss they just shared. Plush, wet, pink, perfect. Jared is so focused on his spouse’s lips, that he almost misses when the feather skirts right past his cock and moves down to his thighs. He knows it won’t help, but he still groans in protest as the feather softly brushes against his sensitive inner thighs.
“See, I was going to let you come after I played with you a bit,” Jensen says. The feather inches closer to Jared’s heavy balls and Jared’s whole body jolts when the feather brushes against one of them. “But now, I think you can wait.”
“I’m sorry?” Jared asks, hopefully.
“No, not yet, but you will be,” Jensen says, but he’s teasing, as he runs the feather over Jared’s other swollen ball. Well, he’s mostly teasing, Jared knows he’s serious about Jared not coming anytime soon.
Jensen trails the feather back up again, to Jared’s nipples, down the long path of his stomach, following his treasure trail, until it brushes against Jared’s cock. Jared makes a noise that is definitely not a whine as the feather trails over his cock, before it brushes against the gold cock ring keeping Jared from coming all over the feather and Jensen’s evil (talented) hand.
Jensen drops the feather finally, and Jared thinks they are finally getting somewhere, but after ten years he really should know better. Jensen leans down again, his tongue sneaking out to lick the top of one of Jared’s nipples. Jared’s squirming now, cause he just can’t keep still any longer. One of Jensen’s hands presses against Jared’s lower belly, which does nothing to stave off the wave of want and need that is coursing through Jared. Jensen takes the nipple in his mouth, lavishes attention to it with his tongue, as his fingers splay over Jared’s lower belly, just inches from where Jared really, really would like Jensen’s hand, mouth, anything to be.
Jensen lays down fully over Jared, his clothed body rubbing against Jared’s naked one, as he takes Jared’s other nipple in his mouth. He looks up at Jared through his long eyelashes, his backside in prominent view. Jensen has been working out, and he’s broader in the chest and shoulders than he’s ever been. His back is taut, and he has curves in all the right places. Jared is struck anew with just how damn beautiful his husband is as Jensen teases his nipple until it is as red, swollen, and pink as Jensen’s lips.
Jensen scoots down, pressing kisses on Jared’s chest, on the tattoo over Jared’s heart with the intertwined J’s (Jensen has an identical one in the same place, although Jensen had tried to talk Jared into getting his tattoo on his ass), down his stomach. Jared instinctively sucks his stomach in as Jensen kisses what feels like every inch of it. Jensen scoots down even further, and his mouth hovers over Jared’s cock. Jared holds his breath, as Jensen tongues the tip of Jared’s cock before Jensen sits up. Jared groans. “Be a good boy,” Jensen says. “And you might get a treat.”
“Great way to spoil the mood, Jen,” Jared says. “You just made me sound like a dog.”
Jensen grins, unabashedly, and slaps Jared on the hip. “Roll over, Sparky.”
Jared does, cause hey he really likes Jensen’s treats and sticks out his ass in clear invitation. Jensen laughs and Jared feels something soft and silky brush against his back. Definitely not the feather. Jared crosses his hands behind his back, he feels Jensen’s tie being wrapped around them. The softest of restraints, but being restrained always helps Jared feel centered, stay present. And at least Jensen has finally taken something off beside his shoes (he had insisted on wearing his Saint Lauren’s to dinner, even though they certainly didn’t match his suit).
Jensen runs a finger down Jared’s back until he reaches his ass. Jared turns his head, watches Jensen reach in the drawer for the lube, which he takes out and places on the bed but does not open. Jared smiles because he knows what that means. He closes his eyes because he wants to feel everything Jensen is giving to him.
Jensen tugs on Jared’s hips until Jared is on his knees, his upper body still on the bed, and then Jensen settles behind him. He feels his ass cheeks being pulled apart and is aware that Jensen is staring at his hole. A tongue presses against his entrance and Jared already feels hot enough to combust. The tongue delves in deeper and Jared sinks into the delicious dirty-wrongness of it as Jensen moans against his entrance. Jensen is taking his time, letting his tongue dip in, just deep enough for Jared to feel it, but pulling it back out again. “Ten years, and you still got the tightest ass around,” Jensen says. “Prettiest ass too.”
The tongue dips in again, Jensen is pulling his ass cheeks further apart, as his chin presses against Jared’s ass. He is getting Jared’s hole wet, as the tongue dips in, again and again, a little deeper now. A finger is added, wet with lube because Jensen is always so careful, and Jared feels his hole welcoming the finger in, feels the slight pressure, and needs more, always needs more. Jared could come just from this, a finger or two, and Jensen’s hungry mouth, has come just from this, but tonight he has the cock ring, tonight he doesn’t want to come until Jensen is as deep inside of him as he can be.
A second finger is added, and Jensen’s tongue is getting in deep now. Jared’s moaning, eyes still closed, his cock fighting to get hard. The fingers crook and find that spot inside of Jared and press against it. Jared’s arching his back like a cat in heat and pressing his ass back against Jensen’s face. “Come on Jensen, please.” He doesn’t really know what he’s asking for, other than more, but Jensen knows, he always does.
Tongue and fingers leave him, and Jared is about to complain when they return with a third finger. Now he’s feeling stretched, full, and sloppy wet as Jensen makes happy little noises as he continues to eat Jared out. Jared feels strung out and needy and desperate and he’s already babbling, more, please, come on Jensen, Jen, please.
Jensen’s tongue is pulled out with a loud pop as he removes his fingers. He gets off the bed, and Jared opens his eyes to watch him.
Jensen’s finally taking off his clothes and is making a production of it. First, he takes the jacket off, unbuttons each button, lays it on the back of the big comfy chair Jared sits in to read. He takes off his white button-up next. Every button is carefully unbuttoned. His eyes are locked with Jared’s as he does so. Jared is aching with need, but it’s a hell of a show, so he makes himself comfortable and watches. Each button reveals more and more of Jensen’s sculpted body. His muscles flex as he pulls one sleeve of the shirt off and then the other. He looks stunning, standing there without his shirt, with his broad chest tapering down to his trim waist. His husband is at his prime, and Jared can never get enough of staring at him, drinking him in.
“Gonna fuck you so good,” Jensen promises him, as his hands finally move to his pants. “Gonna fuck you nice and slow, you are still gonna feel me two weeks from now when we get on that plane.” He takes off the belt, lays in on the chair. Pops open the button of his dress pants, reaches for the zipper. Jared’s whole body tenses in anticipation as Jensen slowly unzips his pants.
“I think, since you are doing a striptease, you should shake your ass,” Jared says. “Really show your ass-ets off.”
Jensen steps out of his pants with a grace that Jared could never, he would have just tripped over them and ended up flat on his ass, and now Jensen is just in his black briefs. “Well, since it is our anniversary,” Jensen says and turns around. He raises his hands above his head and then moves them down his body until they reach the top of his briefs. He wiggles his ass, and Jared couldn’t look anywhere else, even if the room fell down around him. Jared isn’t even aware he’s biting his lip until he feels the sting as Jensen pulls down the briefs, just a little, runs a finger into his briefs and Jared’s head is spinning with how hot his husband is. Jensen turns his head, looks at him as he pulls his briefs the rest of the way down. Jensen’s backside is as beautiful as his front, and Jared can’t wait any longer to touch the man that he loves.
Jensen turns around, kicks off his briefs, and walks toward the bed with intent, and Jared’s cock is going to burst if it isn’t released from the cock ring soon. Jensen is already hard, his thick cock jutting proudly in front of him as he approaches Jared. He unties Jared’s hands and Jared turns around. “How do you want me?” Jared asks, offering Jensen his hands again. Jensen rewraps the tie carefully so that Jared’s hands are now in front of him.
“On your back,” Jensen says. “I want to see your beautiful face.”
Jared lies back down, bends his knees. Jensen gets between them. “Ready for the cock ring to come off?”
Jared shakes his head. He wants it off, he does, but also, he wants this to last just as much as he knows Jensen does. “Not yet,” he says. He knows Jensen will know when.
Jensen pulls Jared’s lower body to him and slowly presses inside. Jared feels the familiar pressure, the slight sting that always accompanies the initial entry. His fingers flex in their soft bonds, as Jensen keeps pushing in steadily until his balls are pressed against Jared’s ass.
“Fuck, you always feel so good,” Jensen says, as he stays pressed in deep inside of Jared. “The tight way your ass grips my cock, like it never wants to let it go.”
Jared takes a few deep breaths, and wants to freeze-frame this moment, the soft, hungry way his husband is looking at him, the feel of Jensen’s cock as deep inside of him as he can go, Jared’s cock practically weeping as it struggles in vain to get hard, the feel of Jensen’s tie against his wrists, the scent of Jensen surrounding, caressing him.
The outside doesn’t exist, there’s only Jensen and Jared and this moment.
Jensen rubs his hands up and down Jared’s thighs and waits.
Jared nods, and Jensen begins thrusting in, deep, slow, rhythmic. He leans over, trapping Jared’s hands and cock between their bodies, and kisses Jared just as slow and everything is building in Jared, his body shaking with want and need and how much he loves and craves the man thrusting inside of him.
Jensen lowers his head, takes one of Jared’s nipples once again in his mouth. Jared’s fingers itch to touch Jensen, and his fingers graze Jensen’s belly. Jensen moans his appreciation and turns his attention to Jared’s other puffy wet nipple. He sits back up, and Jared lifts his hand, grazes Jensen’s nipples with his fingertips, and Jensen’s nipples harden too.
Jensen pulls Jared’s lower body even closer, and Jared places one of his legs on Jensen’s shoulder, the other one pressed against Jensen’s side as Jensen continues to fuck Jared.
“Faster,” Jared pleads. “Come on, Jensen, I need it.”
“Anything for my husband on our anniversary,” Jensen says. He grips Jared’s ass, looks down where their bodies are joined and runs a finger over the spot, pressing the tip of his finger in along with his cock. Jared’s back arches off the bed at the sensation. “Someday I’m going to stick my fingers in too,” Jensen promises him. “Fuck you with my cock and my fingers.”
“Fuck,” Jared says. “Yeah.”
Jensen grips the leg that Jared placed over his shoulder and Jared’s hip and begins to thrust in faster, rough thrusts in and out, that shake Jared, the bed. Jared’s hands are tied, and he has nothing to hold on to, as Jensen fucks him so good, so perfect. The pressure on his cock has gone from uncomfortable to something approaching pain and all he has to say is “Jensen” and Jensen reaches down and pulls off the cock ring. Jared’s cock gets hard so fast he’s dizzy with it, and he’s leaking precome as Jensen fucks him even harder.
Jared just brushes the tip of his cock with his fingers and his orgasm slams through him. He yells out Jensen’s name as he spurts come for what seems like forever. Jensen just keeps fucking him through it.
“I love watching you fall apart,” Jensen says. “I think you can come again for me, don’t you?”
At one time Jared might have said no way, but his husband knows just how to play his body. Jensen slows down his thrusts, pushing deep inside, swiveling his hips, as Jared recovers from his orgasm. Jensen is still hard; he has stamina for hours as Jared knows from experience and it isn’t long until Jared’s cock begins twitching again as Jensen presses repeatedly against his prostate.
Jensen pulls out, and Jared turns on his side because he knows what Jensen wants just like Jensen knows what he needs. Jensen settles behind him, wraps a leg over Jared’s, and pushes back in.
With this change of angle, he’s hitting Jared’s prostate with every thrust as Jensen reaches over and pulls Jared closer to him.
“I love you, Jay,” Jensen says. “Every damn inch of you.”
“I love you too Jen, so much,” Jared replies.
Jensen lowers his hand, brushing his hand against Jared’s cock. Jared’s cock is getting hard again, as the familiar fingers of Jensen’s hand strokes up and down in time with the slow, steady thrusts of his cock. Jared lowers his bound hands, grabs on to Jensen’s hand as Jensen continues to stroke him.
“Gonna come for me again?” Jensen asks. “Come on, sweetheart.” Jensen‘s hand is firmer on Jared’s cock as he continues to stroke him, he’s grinding in so deep, pressing against Jared’s prostate and wave after wave of pleasure is taking Jared higher and higher.
“Yeah,” he says. “Come with me, Jensen.”
“Yeah,” Jensen agrees. His teeth nip Jared’s ear as he thrusts in hard one, two, three times as he strokes Jared’s cock and Jared’s orgasm hits him as he feels Jensen shudder behind him. His come spills on the bed in front of him, as Jensen’s spills deep inside Jared.
This second orgasm is so intense, Jared’s vision whites out with the force of it. His body is still shaking even after his cock goes soft. Jensen pulls out carefully, always carefully, as he reaches over Jared and unties his hands. Jared turns around, burrows himself in his husband’s arms as Jensen strokes his hair. “So good to me, Jared, always so good,” Jensen whispers as he kisses the top of Jared’s head.
It takes a minute, but the shaking subsides. Jared takes a deep breath, raises his head so he can kiss his husband. “Thank you,” he says.
Jensen chuckles, “I should be thanking you,” he says. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He leads Jared into the bathroom, Jared still feels unsteady, raw, strung out, as if he has been stripped in more ways than one. He always feels like this after an intense session of lovemaking and Jensen always knows what to do. Jensen runs a bath, fills the water with scented bubbles. The bathtub is huge, it was custom built for them. Jensen holds Jared’s hand as the bathtub fills, kisses Jared’s shoulder, whispers words of love to him.
When the bathtub is filled, Jensen turns off the water and climbs inside. Jared has to scrunch down for it to work, but it’s the way they both prefer, so he climbs in in front of Jensen, lying his head on Jensen’s chest, as Jensen runs a washcloth over his body, slowly, lovingly, as Jared lets the warm water and Jensen’s strong hands comfort him, let him gradually come down from his high.
After the water begins to cool, they return to the bed, where Jensen puts on clean sheets while Jared curls up in the chair and watches his gloriously naked husband bend over the bed.
“Ready for bed?” Jensen asks.
Jared nods, gets into bed beside his husband.
“Good,” Jensen says, turning off the bed side lamp. “Because then you’ll be all rested for round two.”
Jared is one incredibly lucky man, he thinks, as he drifts off to sleep.