hunterusheroicus | Dean Winchester/Eliot

Dean Winchester/Eliot

Dean was pissed. They'd been on a case for a week and still hadn't figured it out. It seemed someone else was on the same case and the asshole seemed to be one step ahead of them. Finally they'd gotten a lead and were on their way to the house where the demon they were hunting was supposedly at. The poor sap being used as a meat suit was apparently some important businessman and the demon riding him around like his own personal pony was causing enough trouble to have made the papers a few times over.

He looked up at the house as they pulled up, eyes narrowing as he surveyed the layout. They got out and he popped the trunk, pulling out his pistol and the demon knife before sliding the blade into his boot. Once they were both loaded up they made their way to the door, pushing it open easily and heading inside. Dean immediately lifted the pistol, looking around before motioning to Sam that he was heading upstairs, being as silent as humanly possible.

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Seeing the action, Eliot snorted and shook his head, but let Dean do what he will. He reached for the foil packet, but did turn to give the other man a light smirk.

"You come before I'm inside you... and that will be reason for me to kill ya." His smirk widened. "Just sayin'."

He wasn't ready to put the rubber back onto himself yet so he just put the packet on the bed beside him. Rather, he squirted a palm full of lube and rubbed it to warm it on his fingers before moving back towards Dean.

"Lift your hips a bit," he told the other man as he settled back in the V of those legs that he vacated earlier.

"Not trying to come. Just touching, man." He watched Eliot, shifting slightly as he settled back between his legs. He looked slightly nervous, swallowing hard before pushing his hips up.

It had been...well a long time since he'd let anyone top him. He tried pushing the nerves down before closing his eyes and willing himself to relax.

Sensing the tension that suddenly overcame the hunter, Eliot placed one lubed hand on Dean's thigh and rubbed gentle circles there to help relax him. It served like massage oil and helped to warm the hand further for the activities later.

"You alright with this, man?" he asked as true concern softened the gaze in his eyes. Despite all his gruff talk and burly image, he really was a caring lover. If this was going to make Dean uncomfortable, he wouldn't proceed. That much was clear on his face.

He blew out a deep breath before looking down at him and nodding. "Kinda been a while since I let anyone do this, but I'm ok. Nerves." He rolled his eyes dismissively before sliding fingers through Eliot's hair again.

"I'll be okay. If I didn't want to do this I wouldn't have even let you get this far." He really wanted to pull Eliot back up, to kiss him because maybe that would help his nerves and help him relax, but he just watched instead.

Nodding, Eliot took the words at face value and continued with what he was doing. The slow circles extended inwards until his fingers rubbed along the crease of Dean's ass just above the hole. His other hand joined in, spreading the warmed lube over the hunter's balls and the sensitive skin behind the perineum.

"I'm gonna make you feel good, Dean," he said in his low husky voice. "Fuck you nice and slow until you're goin' wild from being speared on my cock. And when you're ready, you'll cry out so loud the whole buildin's gonna hear ya."

He moaned, rocking down slowly as he let the man's words sink in, the mental images they brought up made his cock twitch. "The whole building, huh?" He smiled before laying his head back. "Damn I'm gonna get shit from Sam tomorrow." Not that he minded in the least.

"You're already driving me fucking crazy man. Am I even gonna be functional after this?" He laughed, arching his hips slightly higher.

"Take a few days off." Laughing lightly, his hand finally went down to where the hole was and touched the opening lightly with his slicked digit.

Carefully, he pushed the first digit in and curled it to that spot he knew was there somewhere. That should be the best way to relax Dean.

"Might have to if I can't walk right." He snickered and then suddenly squirmed a bit, mouth falling open on a gasp as he pushed against that finger.

As soon as he felt that spot brushed he shuddered hard, fisting both hands into the already ruined sheets as he tried to grind down. "Oh holy fuck!"

Smirking wider, Eliot wiggled his finger a bit in the tight cavern and started slowly drawing it in and out. His other hand, also slicked, took over the area of Dean's cock to run down its silky length.

"Damn, you're tight... It really might be a few days if this is how it's going to be." As Eliot started pushing his second digit in, he bent down to give Dean's swollen cock head a nice teasing lick.

He hissed as he felt the second digit, but it quickly melted into a broken exhale when he felt Eliot's tongue. "Told you its been a while...." And it had been. Dean actually couldn't remember the last time he'd let someone top him.

He shifted, spreading his legs just a bit wider as he concentrated as best as he could, willing his body to relax.

Eliot took it easy though, keeping his word to make it enjoyable for the hunter. The two fingers went in and out of Dean slowly, scissoring only when he felt Dean ready for it and making sure to keep the man distracted by brushes on the prostate and licks around his cock head.

The only time that Eliot pulled back was when he felt Dean starting to get close, at which he stopped all movements and moved up to kiss him instead.

"Gonna fuck you nice and slow," he promised as a breath against the hunter's lips, "and make you writhe under me. You're gonna enjoy it, Dean. I won't hurt you."

Dean could definitely appreciate how careful Eliot was being. He rocked against the fingers slowly, gasps and moans escaping his lips. "Eliot..." He moaned, hands clenching and unclenching steadily.

As soon as he pulled away though and kissed him he cried out at the loss, staring up at him for a moment before pulling him into another deep kiss. "I know you won't...god just...need you."

"That's okay," Eliot reassured as he started moving his hand inside Dean again, the two fingers curling to find his prostate. "I want this too."

He gave him another quick chaste kiss and started to kiss along his jaw, his third finger moving in to join his other two. "Let yourself go... I'm here to catch you."

This wasn't the heated passionate sex that they had earlier although it was no less intense. Eliot took respect and concern for his partners seriously, and with the edge taken off from their earlier rutting, he could relax and make love to them.

He closed his eyes, just feeling and enjoying everything Eliot was doing to him. For as turned on as he was he felt fairly boneless beneath him. "Don't think anyone...has ever got me this fucking turned on."

Fingers curled into Eliot's hair and the back of his neck, trying to drag him up and into a searing kiss as he cried out and pushed down on the fingers.

Dean sounded like he was nearly ready, but for the moment, Eliot kept doing what he was for the past while, fucking him slowly with three fingers and jerking him off with the other hand. He allowed himself to be guided up to be kissed and eagerly, he delved his tongue into Dean's waiting mouth.

"Good," he whispered when he looked down deep into the other man's eyes. "Think you're ready?" His middle finger curled one last time inside Dean to give the prostate a nice gentle massage. "Tell me if you're ready."

He curled his tongue around Eliot's, moaning into his mouth before nodding. "I'm ready. Fuck I'm ready." He reached down between them and curled his fingers around his cock, watching his face as he stroked slowly.

"Now, please. You keep teasing me like this and I'm liable to just finish myself off." He didn't mean it, of course. He wanted this, wanted Eliot badly.

Eliot chuckled darkly, voice gravelly with lust. His eyes flickered close for a moment when Dean grabbed his cock and he was very much ready too.

"And I'll be liable to kill you," he joked back. He gave Dean another quick kiss before pulling away completely to reach for the condom. It was on the bed behind him and he took a moment to rip it open and roll it on.

He added more lube and gave himself a few quick strokes before resuming his spot by Dean's legs. One hand moved to hitch the hunter's knee up and over his shoulder while the other guided himself forward until he was pressing softly against the stretched hole. He didn't push, not yet. "You want this?"

He watched Eliot, smiling and shaking his head. "I don't believe you'd kill me." He winked before laying back and relaxing, letting Eliot lift his leg while wrapping the other one behind him.

"I want you." He said with a growl, trying to push down on him. "Damn it please!" He panted, chewing on his lip hard.

Well, how could Eliot refuse Dean when the hunter begged like that? Although he wanted to push his way in in one full swoop, he didn't, but started his way by pushing in slowly inch by inch. Every few moments he gave both of them some time to adjust before he started forward again.

It was nearly a full minute before he was seated in the hunter completely.

"Damn, you're tight. You alright?" he asked, his free hand giving Dean's thigh a pat and his expressing held in a strained smile.

Damn it burned. His muscles tightened and clenched briefly as he focused on relaxing and letting himself adjust to the cock inside him. "Yeah...fuck I'm..." He rocked his hips slightly. "I'm good. Just move..." He looked down at him.

He dug his heel in, trying to drive him to move.

The nudge pushed Eliot forward a bit, at an angle that had him brushing into Dean's prostate. Smiling when he saw the reaction that got, he rocked up slightly, looking to get a repeat of the hunter's expression of falling apart.

"Alright, alright... bossy bottom," Eliot taunted as he began to pull back and thrust forward again, slowly at first then working his way faster and further.

He reached up, tugging Eliot down over him. It pushed his leg against his chest but that didn't matter as he pulled him into a deep kiss. He moaned long and low, rolling his hips.

"Fuck..." He growled softly, nipping at his lip as he pushed down, meeting his thrusts.

Eliot kissed back passionately, searing Dean with his heated mouth as he entwined his tongue against the hunter's. Below, his hand gripped Dean's cock in long firm strokes that matched his thrusting, and before long Eliot was moaning into Dean's mouth from the pleasure as well.

At this rate, he wouldn't last long. He groaned and pulling back from the kiss, he looked down at Dean for only a second before he was attacking the hunter's lips passionately.

He already knew he wouldn't last long after the pleasurable torture Eliot had put him through. He cock was leaking freely over the man's hand. He kept kissing him for a long moment, letting their tongues tangle.

When Eliot pulled back he looked up at him with lust blown eyes, panting out of kiss swollen lips. "Eliot.." He gasped before they were kissing again and he clenched around him. "Fuckin' close..."

"Good," Eliot whispered, his words murmured against the side of Dean's mouth. "Come for me, Dean. Let go and spill it all." He pumped the cock harder, making sure he ran his hand down the whole length and brushed the head with the heel of his palm.

He was having less problem having came once more than Dean, but he was getting close too. If Dean came, Eliot had no doubt he would follow quickly after.

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