Title: Fundamentally Altered, 4/5
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Graphic Wincest
Summary: Repeated near-death experience would affect us all.
Notes: Written for stagesoflove 2006, Round 2, 'Five Stages of Sexual Arousal' stage #4 - Orgasm.
Stage #1 - Desire, stage #2 - Excitement, stage #3 - Plateau of Arousal.
The sound of your name on his lips, the taste of his on yours, the way the words blur together, not first or last but mingled in the cool night air - that's enough.
Your head rolls back, eyes blank, unseeing, mouth open in a silent scream as your fingers scrabble for purchase, clawing furrows in the skin of his back beneath his shirt.
There's pain, pressure, suction at the juncture of your shoulder and neck, the cold burn of sharp teeth and pinched skin. It's barely noticeable through the full-body pulse and flood of release, as every nerve ending flares like sodium in water, burning bright and unbearably hot for one eternal, elastic moment.
And then the world snaps back into focus with a sickening lurch, and you realise he's still moving, still coming, the wet heat at his crotch slowly soaking into your jeans as he continues to grind against you, face buried in the curve of your throat.
He's trying to force his cries through the skin below your ear - small, high, broken vocalisations that are more sensation to you than sound. He seems lost.
Every twitch of his hips transfers itself to your cock, still oversensitive and swollen, trapped behind your zipper. You slide a hand into the closest rear pocket of his jeans and pull him closer, snug, tight, to still his movements.
The fingers of your other hand are tangled in his hair; you've gone from mindless rut to comfort in an instant. Your life is so fucking weird.