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Christmas, 2003, when Dean's been in Deacon's house for over a year--he gives Deacon a present. It's a present for them both.
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- Part 6 of fic for fire relief
- Part 3 of let's play two
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He has to push Dean’s knees back. Dean holds them there, his young body flexible and strong and able to do it even without the help of his hands. The base of the rubber dick is black and thick, and it feels oddly alien when Deacon pushes his own dick against it. Dean’s chest heaves, his eyes black, fixed on Deacon’s face. “It’ll hurt, baby,” Deacon says, although surely Dean knows that—"but you can do it. I know you can.“
For a few moments Deacon thinks he can’t. He works a thumb in, between Dean’s body and the dildo, and it’s so tight and Dean’s face goes so strange that he thinks, maybe—but then there’s a shudder, and Dean’s hips tip into it. When he finally pushes his dick inside, too, it's—god, lord above, tighter than anything, wilder than anything. He’s doubled-teamed a boy before but that was with another man, with a flesh-and-blood dick just like his, normal-sized. This is—bizarre, impossible. He keeps the dildo in place with a thumb, crushes his dick in alongside it, and Dean turns his face to the side and buries it against his own arm, a long sigh turning into a moan turning into a—a wail, when Deacon thrusts again, and a shout when Deacon crams himself all the way inside, the dildo base crushed up against his balls, Dean split unnaturally around both of them.
"You’re so good,” Deacon says, half-mindless. Jesus, the pressure, it’s like his dick’s caught in a hydraulic press. He leans forward, carrying Dean’s hips with him in a helpless curl, and touches Dean’s face with his free hand, feeling how he’s spilling tears again, his thumb pressing into Dean’s wet split mouth. “Baby, you’re so good, you’re perfect. Taking me like this, all the way.”
He fucks in hard, and Dean cries around his thumb, his legs jumping. “Put them around me,” Deacon says, and Dean does unthinking, crossing his ankles high behind Deacon’s back, and Deacon leans forward enough that he can kiss Dean, pressing his knees back against his shoulders, and when he fucks Dean it’s relentless, the best steady rhythm he can manage, the dildo a strange hard presence amid Dean’s furiously soft heat, and Dean yanks at the chain and can’t move, and cringes his hips up and can’t get leverage where he’s being crushed into the bed, and he comes fast, striping up both their chests, moaning loud and wild and painful into Deacon’s hair, and Deacon pauses, feeling the ripple, and then mentally steels himself and holds on just long enough that he’s sure Dean’s done, his body aching and exhausted and needing rest, and only then does Deacon feel free to finish, fucking fast into Dean’s achy asshole, and when he end finally comes he stays in, deep, making sure that he creams thick inside, with Dean breathing hard against his sw
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Dean deacon pt3
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