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Dean’s breath stuttered to a halt for a long moment when Baby came, his cock clamped tight inside of Baby’s ass. “Oh God,” he ground out, face going red. He came a heartbeat later, when Baby released his hold a little bit. He collapsed then, panting against Baby’s fresh anti-possession tattoo.
They collapsed in a pile and Baby pulled Dean close, cheek pressed against his. “Fuck.” He laughed a little. “I love you.” He murmured, kissing Dean’s shoulder.
Needing no further encouragement, Dean sped up. He set a blistering pace that had the headboard crashing into the wall and Baby sliding further and further up the bed. At one point, he sat back on his knees to watch his cock sliding in and out of Baby’s ass, but then he fell back on the man’s body, kissing him desperately. He took Baby’s cock in his hand, stroking him in time with his thrusts.
Baby was fairly inexperienced and so when Dean set the fast pace, he could feel the pleasure begin to build up in his groin. He was more or less screaming out his pleasure at that point and it wasn’t much longer after Dean took his cock in his hand that Baby was crying out his climax, spilling over Dean’s hand and himself.
“Baby, oh God, Baby,” Dean panted against Baby’s mouth. “Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby…” He chanted Baby’s name in time with his thrusts, the word like a prayer, eyes glassy with lust. “Fuck, love you so much, Baby…”
Baby arched with a keening cry and clung to Dean. “Dean. Fuck-ah! Faster!” He moaned, beginning to meet Dean’s thrusts eagerly.
Dean didn’t need to be told twice. He started a nice, slow, deep pace, trying to angle it so he could nudge across Baby’s prostate with every thrust. He dipped his head down and kissed at his car’s neck, the thought sticking and bouncing around in his head for a long moment before being expelled at the prick of nails in his skin.
Oh. Oh fuck. Okay this was why humans enjoyed it so much. Fuck. Baby arched his back as his human thrust into him, hitting that spot inside him that made him see stars. He dragged Dean’s mouth up to his, kissing him soundly. “I love you.” He groaned, arching again.
He didn’t move for a long moment, letting Baby adjust to being so full. “Talk to me, Baby,” he groaned, resisting the urge to thrust.
Baby let out a moan and sighed. “Move.” His fingernails dug into Dean’s shoulders and he squirmed slightly, keening.
When three fingers were moving smoothly inside of Baby, Dean pulled them out and lid down Baby’s body, climbing out of his clothes. “Now here comes the fun part,” he said, laughing a little. He lined his cock up with Baby’s hole and teased his head in and out for a long moment before sinking in to the hilt, one slow inch at a time.
It hurt. Baby wasn’t gonna deny that, but he was able to handle it. He held his breath as Dean pushed in, letting it out once he was in to the hilt. Trembling, he clung to Dean and pressed his face into the hunter’s neck.
“That,” he said, grinning. “Is a magical little bundle of nerves called the prostate. It’s what makes anal sex like this so very, very good.” He bent and nipped at Baby’s nipple playfully.
Baby groaned softly and nuzzled him lightly. “I can see that.” He arched again and let out a low whine. He wanted more.
Dean was gently about opening him up, knowing this was Baby’s first time. “Talk to me, Baby,” he whispered against his lips. “Tell me how you feel.”
Baby arched slightly and kissed him, moaning. “Feels good.” Dean hit his prostate and Baby almost jumped off the bed, arching. “What…” He panted. “Was that?”
Dean bent to kiss him as he walked his fingers down the length of Baby’s torso, past his cock and balls. He swirled his fingertip around the small pucker of flesh at his entrance, teasing. After a good, long moment, he pressed the fingertip in, probing past the ring of muscle.
Baby gasped softly at the sensation of Dean’s finger at his entrance, returning the kiss softly. It entered him and he groaned, squirming slightly. He brought his hands up into Dean’s hair and moaned.