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"I wanna try barebacking."
Arthur Ketch looked up from his laptop with a raised eyebrow in the direction of his boyfriend. "Oh?" He asked simply.
Sam Winchester flushed brilliantly and nodded. "Yeah," he said. "I do."
"How come?" Ketch asked, leaning back in his chair. He had a vague idea of why Sam was requesting this, but he wanted to hear him say it with his own mouth.
Sam flushed even darker as he eyed his boyfriend. Ketch simply waited patiently.
“Come on, you can tell me anything, poppet,” Ketch said, leaning over and resting a comforting hand on Sam’s thigh.
Sam relaxed a little at the touch. He rested his hand on top of Ketch’s. “I trust you,” he said simply.
“That’s sweet, Samuel, but I want to hear the real reason,” Ketch said softly. “Tell me.”
That was an order, and Sam knew better than to disobey it. “I’d like to try barebacking because I want to feel the.. The…” He struggled for the correct words. Or, rather, maybe the courage to describe what he wanted to feel that didn’t make him feel perverted.
“The what?” Ketch asked, a small little smile coming onto his face. “The full thing without anything between us?”
Sam nodded, casting his gaze down. “I know that we’re both clean as well, so that’s not really an issue,” he said. “I just… I’d really like to feel you.” He looked at Ketch. “All of you. I don’t want to feel latex anymore.”
Ketch smiled a dark smile. He squeezed Sam’s thigh. “Then I suppose I should give you what you’re desiring, hmm?” he hummed.
“Right now?” Sam asked, his voice in a slightly higher pitch than normal. He cleared his throat and spoke again. “I mean, now? Don’t you-”
“My work can wait,” Ketch said. “That’s one of the perks of being salaried. As long as I meet the hours I need in order to be paid, I can do whatever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck that I want.” He stood up and offered Sam his hand. “Let’s go to the bedroom, poppet, and I’ll make you feel so good, you won’t want to move from the bed.”
Sam flushed and stood up, taking Ketch’s hand and allowing him to lead him into their bedroom.
Once they got to the bedroom, Ketch pulled Sam into his arms and squeezed him tight. Sam sagged in his arms and sighed contently, filling himself that Ketch will take care of him on this new and exciting adventure.
He felt fingers in his hair before Ketch pulled his hair to tilt his head back and hungrily devoured Sam’s mouth. Sam returned the kiss just as fervently, his fingers already starting to undo Ketch’s belt.
Ketch gave a throaty chuckle as he withdrew after a moment, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Are you that eager, Samuel?” he asked with an indulgent smile.
“Arthur, I’ve jerked off to this idea for months,” Sam said as he finished undoing Ketch’s belt and began working on his slacks. “At this point, I’m surprised that I haven’t came in my jeans like an overeager fourteen year old seeing his first pair of tits that weren’t in a magazine.”
Ketch gave a laugh as his fingers began to undo each button on Sam’s flannel carefully. “That’s a very vivid image,” he said. “Relax, Samuel. We’ve got plenty of time to do everything that we want to do.”
“I know, but I want to do it inow,” Sam whined.
Ketch smacked Sam’s ass, and the younger man closed his eyes briefly. “Calm yourself, or your first time on my bare cock will include no orgasm for you. I will not hurt you unnecessarily for the sake of desire, especially on a first like this. Do you understand me?’ His voice was gentle and firm at the same time, warning Sam of the consequences while explaining his logic.
“Yes, Daddy,” Sam hummed, nodding his head and exhaling a breath.
“Good. I’d hate to punish my good boy, especially when he’s trying something for the first time,” Ketch said, placing a gentle kiss on Sam’s forehead. “Now, finish getting undressed for me and get on the bed, please.”
“Any position?” Sam asked with a smile.
Ketch smiled. “What position would you like to be in?” he asked softly.
Sam flushed a little bit. “I want to ride you, Daddy,” he admitted shyly.
Ketch smirked, his gaze darkening as he took Sam in. “We can do that, poppet,” he said. “Go get undressed.”
Sam beamed. “Thank you, Daddy,” he cooed happily. He shrugged off his fully unbuttoned flannel and let it fall to the floor.
Ketch watched as Sam continued undressing for a moment. “You’re welcome, Samuel,” he said. He then started to get everything that they’d need together. He pulled out a bottle of lube and a small washcloth for after the activities from their nightstand. He made sure that there was a bottle of water on his nightstand and a protein bar. He had grabbed a condom because of sheer muscle memory, but then he looked at it, smirked, and tossed it back into the drawer before looking over at Sam. By now, Sam was lying on the bed with his face down, ass in the air, and wiggling to get comfortable.
“What’s your safe word, Samuel?” Ketch asked calmly.
“Detroit,” Sam replied instantly.
“Good boy,” Ketch praised, setting the supplies on the bed and running a gentle hand over Sam’s back. “God, look at how good you are for me. Absolutely stunning in your obedience.”
Sam flushed and gave a low moan from the praise. Ketch smirked and leaned in to kiss the small of Sam’s back before he withdrew to finish getting undressed himself.
As much as he and Sam loved fucking when Sam was naked and Ketch was clothed, with Sam wanting to try the barebacking, Ketch wanted to give him all of the skin on skin contact.
His poppet deserved that anyways.
Once Ketch was as nude as his boyfriend, he sat down between Sam’s splayed legs and grabbed the lube. “We’re doing three fingers today,” he told him.
“But we just fucked yesterday, Daddy,” Sam protested softly. Well, not really protesting, but just reminding his lover that he wouldn’t break.
“I know, my needy little poppet,” Ketch chuckled. “But I also know that I could fuck you for an entire day and by the next day, you would be tight again. And I know how you are when you’re riding me. I just want you to be prepared and unhurt, that’s all. And besides, you love it when I finger you open. You’ve came on my fingers before. Remember that?”
Sam nodded. “Yes,” he agreed. “I remember, Daddy.”
Ketch smirked as he opened the bottle of lube, letting the viscous liquid cover his fingers. “I might go a little slower than you want me to, as well, but just remember that I’m not trying to hurt you. We’ve got plenty of time to fuck today, so let’s take advantage of it.”
Sam nodded, groaning and burying his face into the pillows as Ketch pressed a single finger, covered in barely warmed lube, against his hole. Once he felt that tight muscle relax a little bit, he pushed the finger into Sam, relishing in the broken moan from his lover as he gave the finger a slight twist as it entered.
Ketch took his time opening Sam up, even though his own body was screaming at him on a molecular level to just mount Sam and fuck him full of cum, to claim him from the inside out. He knew that Sam would need the extra prep for this, however, and he was determined to make sure that his lover would experience nothing but pleasure throughout the encounter. He waited until Sam was begging nonstop before he added the second finger, pumping them deep into his lover.
Sam was making the most beautiful noises, soft whines and loud swears, his hips rocking up and back into Ketch’s fingers as his hands clenched the comforter on their bed even tighter.
“Beautiful,” Ketch praised as he continued to finger Sam open, curling his fingers upwards and giving the rim a little tug. “Fuck, Samuel, you’re beautiful like this. You’re doing so well for me, poppet.”
“Daddy,” Sam choked out, rocking his hips even more.
“I’m here handsome, my little poppet,” Ketch soothed. He slipped his free hand underneath Sam to grasp at his boyfriend’s cock, feeling the weight of it in his palm. He gave a few slow strokes, smiling as Sam’s cries seemed to echo off of the walls. “You’re so wound up, poppet, relax for me handsome.” He placed a soothing kiss on Sam’s flank, stroking and fingering. “Just relax for me a little bit, Sam.”
“So horny,” Sam moaned, fucking himself back onto Ketch’s fingers at a slightly faster pace than Ketch liked. “Want more.”
“I know you do, poppet, but you know the rule,” Ketch said, removing his hand from Sam’s dick and resting his hand on his lover’s hip. “Take a few deep breaths for me, poppet.” He squeezed Sam’s hip as a form of encouragement.
Sam exhaled and whined, scrunching his eyes shut as his hips rocked back even more.
“Samuel.” Ketch’s voice was firm. “Stop.” He stopped moving his fingers.
Sam did as he was told, stopping his rocking and breathing heavily.
“Take a few deep breaths,” Ketch ordered.
Sam nodded. He took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. Ketch watched with satisfaction as he saw and felt some of the tension leave Sam’s body. “Again,” he said.
Sam took another deep breath, letting go of the comforter on the exhale.
“Give me one more, please,” Ketch encouraged, rubbing circles into the jut of Sam’s hip.
Sam gave another big, deep breath and fully relaxed against the bed.
“There we go, so good for me, poppet,” Ketch praised softly. “Doesn’t that feel better, Samuel?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Sam moaned, squirming as Ketch began scissoring him open. “‘M sorry, Daddy. Just excited.”
“I know, poppet,” Ketch smiled. “I’m excited too. I just don’t want you to wear yourself out before we get to the main event.”
Sam moaned and squirmed even more as Ketch continued to scissor him open. “Am I ready yet, Daddy?” he asked hopefully.
“Not quite yet, poppet,” Ketch chuckled. “At least, not for my cock. But you are ready for a third finger, so stay still for me, please.”
Sam exhaled slowly and stopped squirming.
“Good, that’s my handsome good boy,” Ketch praised, slowly starting to slide the third finger in, groaning as Sam gasped and mewled. “See? Doesn’t that feel so much better now that you’re all nice and relaxed?”
Heat and constriction covered his fingers as he spread them inside of Sam, stretching him open in preparation for his cock. Sam remained still, but clenched tightly around Ketch’s fingers and gave all sorts of loud moans, whines, and pleas for Ketch to just fuck him already.
Ketch wanted to, by God in Heaven did he want to. But he also wanted to make sure that Sam was well prepped for him. Ketch may be slightly above average size in length, but he far surpassed that in girth, and being on top receiving instead of on bottom changed the perception of size. At least, that’s what’s been told to him (Arthur Ketch has never bottomed once in his life).
At long last, that last threads of Ketch’s seemingly endless patience began to fray and he patted Sam’s rump as he withdrew his fingers. “Up,” he commanded in a rough voice.
Sam scrambled to obey, sitting up as Ketch moved to sit with his back against the headboard, admiring Sam’s flushed skin, the way that the sweat plastered his chestnut colored hair to his forehead, the dopey looking smile on his face…
Bloody hell, Arthur Ketch was the luckiest bastard on Earth to have Sam Winchester in his most baseless form.
Ketch patted the top of his leg. “It’s not going to fuck itself,” he said bluntly, wiping his fingers off on the bed.
Sam gave a soft laugh at that and crawled onto Ketch’s lap, hoisting himself up so that he could properly align his hole with his lover’s cock.
Ketch placed a hand on Sam’s hip, splaying his fingers broadly. “Go slowly,” he said softly. “There’s less lube without the condom, so there’s going to be a little more friction than you’re used to.”
Ketch knew that Sam knew that, either from personal experience or extensive research. But he also knew that Sam was eager and not entirely logical at the current moment in time, which meant that the was not going to remember that information. And like hell Ketch was going to let Sam hurt himself because of this.
Sam nodded. “Yes, Daddy,” he said in a low voice, soft with arousal. He swallowed and took in a slow, deep breath, as if to steady himself. He took a second one and on the exhale, began to slowly descend down onto Ketch’s cock.
Tight heat flooded the nerves that tingled along the sensitive SKIN of Ketch’s cock, feeling Sam in a whole new way. He felt everything and he gave a low growl as Sam carefully lowered himself down, his eyes wide open as he bit his lip hard enough to leave indents on his skin.
Ketch reached up with his free hand and gently tugged the lip free. “Let me hear you, my handsome poppet,” he groaned, shifting in and out of different angles inside of Sam as he moved.
“FUCK!!” Sam all but shouted, his head lolling back and exposing his throat. “Daddy… it feels so good.”
“I bet it does, you feel so good, poppet,” Ketch groaned as he rocked up a little bit, going deeper into Sam. Sam moaned and gave a full body shiver. “Fuck yourself on my cock, Samuel. Let me see how much you enjoy it without a barrier.”
He knew that he wasn’t fully inside of Sam, but he couldn’t help it. Neither of them were going to last long, and he wanted to see Sam fuck himself on his cock. He’s a simple man with simple pleasures.
Sam nodded, swallowing as he began to rock himself up and down on Ketch’s cock, moaning and gasping each time he did so. As he fucked himself, he’d sink a little lower onto Ketch’s dick, filling himself up at his own pace.
Ketch kept an eye on Sam’s microexpressions, making sure that his boyfriend wasn’t in any sort of distress as he fucked
him. His own hips would roll up and down, depending on where Sam was, just letting his body do what it wanted to do naturally.
When Sam made it all the way down, he took a break, gasping and moaning. “I don’t think I’m gonna last long, Arthur,” he admitted, dropping the honorific.
Ketch didn’t mind. He patted Sam’s ass and reached up and twisted a nipple, smirking at the whimper it pulled from his lover. “Fuck yourself on my cock until you cum all over me,” he ordered in a haggard voice.
Sam gave an eager nod. “Okay,” He exhaled. He hoisted himself up and then slammed himself back down. He shuddered and repeated the motion.
Ketch surged forward and hungrily kissed him, pulling him closer to him as he bit down on Sam's lower lip. Sam whimpered as he squirmed, but continued to fuck himself on Ketch's cock, his hands grasping desperately at the other man's shoulders.
"Fucking perfect," Ketch moaned deeply, pulling away to lose himself in kaleidoscope eyes as he rocked his own hips powerfully up into Sam, setting a counter rhythm to Sam's own. He could feel everything about Sam and now that he had his lover bare, he was thinking about giving the condoms to a local high school or something because he and Sam would no longer be needing them.
Sam was sounding absolutely wrecked by now, his sounds going from polysyllabic to just about no syllables, just sounds. Those sounds were ones of pure pleasure, pure bliss, pure hedonism. It was clear that he wasn't going to last much longer, but he sure as hell wasn't going to cum without Ketch's permission.
Ketch leaned in and gently bit the lobe of Sam’s ear and whispered, "Cum, my sweet little poppet."
And Sam came with a cry, given the permission that he needed. He spilled between the two of them, his head resting on Ketch’s shoulder, breathing heavily.
Ketch lasted a few more thrusts before he slammed into Sam, growling and biting Sam's neck as he spilled into him, filling his lover up.
Sam went fully boneless against him, panting heavily and Ketch wrapped his arms around him, whispering soft, gentle praises in his ear, He shifted downwards so they could lay down.
They laid there for a few moments, Ketch murmuring the soft praises and love into Sam’s ear and stroking his hair.
Sam finally lifted his head and smiled dopily at Ketch. He wiggled and Ketch groaned.
“I don’t think we’re going to do round two quite yet,” he murmured. “How do you feel?”
“Full,” Sam hummed. “And good. I feel really,
really
good.”
“Good,” Ketch smiled, kissing Sam sweetly. “I’m glad that you feel good.”
Sam kissed Ketch back just as sweetly and smiled warmly. “Can we do it again soon?”
“We’re never using condoms again, Samuel.”