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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Considering what Dean was doing, Eliot would have a condition if he didn't react to what the hunter was doing. It was very obvious when Dean found his prostate considering how he suddenly jerked up against the whole bed. His hands on the sheets clenched tightly and he spasmed, precum spilling out from having the gland stimulated.

"Ah fuck!" he cried, breaking down into a moan and closing his eyes. He opened them quickly again though, not wishing to miss seeing how Dean's lips were wrapped around his cock.

"You're killin' me here."

He hummed, letting his tongue flatten and vibrate against the swollen cock stretching his lips. He slid down further, feeling the tip slid into his throat as he swallowed, ignoring his gag reflex as best as possible.

Within a few moments he'd added a second finger, scissoring and pumping them slowly before letting them crook to tease his prostate again.

Eliot could feel that hum going through his whole cock and go straight to his balls. Before long he started rocking himself slightly, back and forth between the mouth around him and the fingers urging him on. He was considerate enough to not do it rapidly as not to choke Dean, but he needed more friction.

"Yes... keep... do that t-thing with the throat again."

He added a third finger and now he started pumping just a little faster, a little harder as he picked up the pace sucking, bobbing his head down further to draw Eliot into his throat, tightening as he swallowed around the tip.

A low moan sent vibrations from the back of his throat all the way through the man's cock before he started humming again, rolling his tongue and licking around the tip every time he pulled back with a need to drive him over the edge.

Boy was Eliot being steadily driven towards that cliff's edge. The vibration of varying notes down his body was like an acceleration to it, and the fingers that spread and drilled him was taking away the breaks.

He cried out, arching and tensing and rocked, very near. A tearing sound happened when one twisting hand accidentally ripped into the bed sheet beneath them.

"I'm gonna—!!" It was all the warning Dean got, just seconds before Eliot spilled over.

He twisted his fingers against Eliot's prostate as he sucked down his come, milking every bit of it he could from the man with a low groan. He shifted, rolling his hips against the bed for a moment before releasing his cock with a wet sound, licking the tip one last time and smirking.

After a moment he pulled his fingers free as well, raising an eyebrow at the ripped sheet. "That good, huh?"

As Eliot was still panting and regaining his lost breath, he couldn't answer Dean yet. And even when he managed to refill his lungs and make the air stay, he already reached up and pulled Dean down for a kiss.

His tongue delved into his mouth, exploring, entwining, tasting residues of himself here and there. It was hot and he still couldn't believe at how awesome it was.

"Fuckin' amazing."

He let himself be kissed, letting Eliot taste himself in Dean's mouth before biting at his tongue teasingly. He laid on top of him for a few minutes, relaxing there before moving back to lay at his side, pressing close.

He shifted, this time actually dragging Eliot until the man was pressed against him before wrapping an arm around his waist, hand pressed to his hip. "Good."

In his new position, Eliot got the feeling that Dean was trying to prevent him from running off in the middle of the night.

Since he was pressed up against Dean, he sighed contently and resumed what he was doing with doodling random patterns on Dean's back before he got his brains blown out through his dick.

"You still want another round or are we callin' it a night?" he asked with a satisfied smile.

He thought about the question for a moment, squeezing Eliot's hip for a moment before shrugging. "I'm good with either." He stated lazily before turning his head and capturing his lips in a slow kiss.

"Though I feel pretty damn good right about now." He laughed, licking his lips.

"Mmmhmmm," Eliot murmured back, willing to go along and simply let this take them where it wanted to.

It was a nice reprieve in his life to slow down and enjoy the body's pleasure every so often. He usually picked up girls, but ever since he was turned, he had been wary of accidentally hurting them too. That Dean was a capable hunter was what he eventually contributed his wolf's calm to.

He kissed Dean's jaw and down his neck, slow lazy kisses that he wasn't in a hurry to speed up. "Let's see where it goes," he murmured against skin.

He nodded, groaning and letting his head fall back to get more of the kisses to his skin. "Sounds like a plan." He agreed, sliding fingers into Eliot's hair, tangling gently. His hand moved from his hip to his back, nails dragging over skin smoothly.

He shifted, grabbing Eliot's arm and tugging the man slightly over him, smirking against the skin of his shoulder before kissing.

The hand in his hair made Eliot growl softly and low, unknown to even himself that he sounded for a moment very much like a content wolf.

He continued where he was kissing along Dean's neck to down to his collar bone, sucking at the skin there until he gave the hunter practically a necklace of red marks.

"You trying to mark me now?" He smirked, raising an eyebrow. He wasn't complaining though. He actually liked it. His fingers moved down, brushing lightly over the scar he'd made on Eliot's neck, staring at it for a long moment.

He could feel his body responding to the attention he was getting and after a moment he laid his head back, closing his eyes to just let himself feel, ignoring the stirring in his cock.

Eliot growled back playfully in response. "Just thinkin' you look great with that necklace I gave you," he said with a smirk. He moved up to give Dean a quick peck on the lips before moving down again.

His kisses south took him to the hunter's chest where one nipple caught his attention and he began flicking at it with his tongue.

Dean hissed, back arching off the bed as he tried to press closer to that mouth. "Fuck..." He breathed out, grinding against his side now. "Damn Sammy's gonna be grilling me tomorrow."

He laughed, tugging his hair lightly before winking down at him.

Pausing, Eliot looked up to give Dean an arched eyebrow. "And what will you be telling him?" He flicked at the nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking a bit. When he was satisfied that it was a swollen hard nub, he let go and smirked at Dean. "You're assumin' he hasn't heard you already." That was was before he moved to the other nipple and started teasing again.

He puffed out a breath, shivering slightly. "Gonna tell him to mind his own damned business, but he'll probably figure it out." He jerked when Eliot moved to his other nipple, growling. "You were calling me a fuckin' tease? Damn it Eliot."

Eliot grinned around the hardening nub and pulled at it again with his teeth. "Payback's a bitch," he said as he took his time making this nub swell as swollen as the other one.

Only when they are did he resumed his kissing down Dean's sternum.

He rocked his hips up again, growling in frustration. Without thinking, too busy enjoying himself, he pretty much blurted out. "Well next time I'll tease until you can't fucking see straight." He slid his hands back down into Eliot's hair, tugging lightly as nails scratched over his scalp.

"Next time, huh," Eliot murmured moments before his tongue found Dean's navel and delved to tease at it lightly. He had no regrets about the slow foreplay though, liking how he leisurely worked Dean back to a hardness of a second round.

He growled again in contentedness at the hands in his hair. He also approached the top of his crotch when this happen, causing the rumble to be swallowed in the fuzz above there.

He laughed, jerking slightly at the tongue in his navel, fingers tightening in his hair for a moment. "Fuck!" He squirmed, biting his lip. "Thats just not nice..." He smiled down at him.

He shifted, pushing up slightly on one elbow, watching him through lust darkened eyes.

Eliot's chuckle ruffled the small hairs of the hunter's groin. "Admit it," he murmured as he gave the jutting cock a playful lick. "You like this. Bet you can't wait to feel my cock in you either."

Positioning himself down between Dean's legs, Eliot placed one hand on the hunter's though while the other wrapped around Dean's cock at the base to hold him still for teasing.

He locked eyes with Eliot, staring at him for a long moment before nodding slightly. "Maybe." He smiled before gasping, trying to push his hips up slightly.

His eyes fell shut for a moment as his head fell back and he bit back a groan. His lips fell open and he puffed out quick gasps. "Damn it stop teasing..."

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