Tuesday: PWP

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Greetings! It’s 4bdnsn0wflake again, and who’s in the mood for some porn for the sake of porn?

Today’s theme is PWP, or “Plot? What plot?”

So come up with your best bow-chicka-wow-wow-worthy prompts, and hopefully someone will make your fantasy come true!

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...

+ Shadowhunters, any m/m or f/f, one character walks in on the other while s/he is showering

+ MCU, Pepper Potts/Natasha Romanov, playful sparring leads to something less innocent

+ MCU, Wade Wilson/Peter Parker, nothing about Wade fazes Peter, except maybe this

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Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.


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Shadowhunters, any m/m or f/f, one character walks in on the other while s/he is showering

Shadowhunters, Isabelle/Maia, Room for One More?

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Isabelle opened the door to the bathroom making steam pour out from the shower. She could hear Maia singing when she first walked into the apartment and smiled as she watched her dance behind the curtain to the music blasting from her phone.

She chuckled and stepped inside, closing the door. "Room for one more?"

Maia jumped and poked her head out from behind the curtain. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Sorry," Isabelle replied. The curtain didn't hide much and Isabelle couldn't help but to look over her girlfriend's body. She looked back up at Maia's face to see the woman grinning.

"Yes, you can come join me."

Isabelle's clothes hit the floor very quickly and she jumped into the shower with Maia who immediately wrapped her arms around her and kissed her. Isabelle returned the kiss, pressing Maia against the shower wall. "Up for a little fun?"

Maia laughed. "Always."

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MCU, Pepper Potts/Natasha Romanov, playful sparring leads to something less innocent

Fill: MCU, Pepper Potts/Natasha Romanov

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Filled at my AO3 here (http://archiveofourown.org/works/12835899)

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MCU, Wade Wilson/Peter Parker, nothing about Wade fazes Peter, except maybe this

NC17/NSFW Fill: MCU - Wade Wilson/Peter Parker - He's A Spider Freak

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"That's weird." Peter pulled, simultaneously shoving Wade's shoulders away from where he had been loudly and enthusiastically sucking Peter's dick and humming.

"Huh." Wade leaned back on his heels and frowned. "Weirder than fucking in our costumes?"

"Yes."

"Weirder than cover Peter in your favorite food?"

"The chimichanga filling was messier, but this is still weirder."


"Weirder than Tie Me Up Tuesday?"

"Yes."

"Weirder than the evil spider lures the innocent fly into his web and has his wicked way with him?"

Peter blushed, crimson staining his cheeks, but he held his ground. "Yes."

"Hummers are out." Wade licked the end of an imaginary pencil and made a note in the air. He pretended to tuck it back behind his ear before going back down on Peter, this time without the vocal accompaniment.

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, well what else are you supposed to do while you're stranded and waiting for rescue?

Fill

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True fact: when John got bored, he got horny.

It was a miracle that they'd found John fully clothed and upright that time he'd gotten stuck in that time dilation field, because by his reckoning he'd been there six months.

John and Rodney had been stranded and alone on an alien planet for not four hours before John pinned Rodney against a tree, kissed him thoroughly, sank to his knees (taking Rodney's pants with him), and blown Rodney's - mind.

In the three days that followed, they'd traded blowjobs in every conceivable place - against a tree, on the ground, on the riverbank - and in every possible configuration - one at a time, sixty-nine, hungrily taking turns in something part contest, part war, part desperation - and when they weren't putting their mouths on each other, they were putting their hands on each other. By the end of the first day - after Rodney had protested how messy his clothes were getting - they'd paused to eat, drink, bathe in the river, and launder their clothes.

And then they'd just...not put their clothes back on.

Between Rodney's super-powered sunblock (which also doubled as lube and which John was certainly not making fun of now) and the little lean-to John finagled out of some sticks and both of their space blankets, they managed to avoid sunburn in unfortunate places, if not the occasional bout of friction burn.

For all that they'd blown each other, stroked each other, rubbed off on each other, there was one place they hadn't gone, and Rodney really, really wanted to try, but he wasn't sure how to ask.

He didn't have to.

One moment he was on his back, head pillowed on his arms, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of John's mouth on him, the next John was pulling off of him with a filthy slurp and pop, and then -

Rodney's eyes flew open. John was straddling his hips, grasping Rodney's cock, easing Rodney into his body.

"John, what -?"

"Easy, it's been a while," John muttered. "Let me take this at my own pace, okay?"

Rodney nodded frantically, did his best to keep still, his heart racing, because this was what he'd wanted, not just fucking but John, and then John sank down fully and Rodney's world went white behind his eyes.

John started to move.

His thighs flexed beneath Rodney's hands, and he couldn't resist - he reached out, curled his hand around John's cock, stroked it in counterpoint to his own thrusts, and John threw his head back, lips parted in a moan. Rodney slid his other hand up John's torso, swiped his thumb over a nipple, and the rhythm of John's hips stuttered, so Rodney did it again, and again, and then John batted his hands aside, leaned in and fused his mouth with Rodney's, tongue flickering.

The change in angle made both of them moan, and John started to thrust harder, faster, rubbing his cock against Rodney's belly, and Rodney could feel the flutter of John's muscles, was getting closer, closer. Rodney fumbled a hand between them, stroked John's cock fast and tight, and John buried his face in Rodney's throat, came with a cry.

Rodney tumbled after him, blind and insensate but for the warm heat spreading between them and John's breath on his skin.

John's radio crackled.

"Colonel Sheppard, what's your twenty?"

Rodney's eyes flew open. Major Lorne. He sounded urgent.

"Colonel Sheppard, we heard screams. Are you and Dr. McKay injured? Can you answer me?"

John, who was draped over Rodney, warm and pliant and perfect, groaned and reached for his radio. "I read you, Major. Rodney and I are - in suboptimal physical condition, but we're mobile. We got a little - muddy. Give us thirty to clean up. We'll rendezvous with you at the gate."

"Are you sure, sir? We brought Dr. Keller -"

"I'm sure, Major."

"Yes, sir. We'll stay at the gate."

John set his radio aside.

"Muddy?" Rodney asked.

"Dirty," John conceded. "But in the best way." After a couple of deep breaths, he sat up, pulled off of Rodney. "C'mon, clean up. Back at Atlantis, we can try everything on a real bed."

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Danny gets really turned on when he sees Steve all sleek and wet after a swim

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, experimenting in ways they never would've been able to back in the old days

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Any space fandom, any m/m, sex on the holodeck

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Supernatural, Castiel/Dean Winchester, angelic strength and patience make Cas the gentlest Dom ever

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Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/David Parrish, body paint

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, an Ancient mishap turns them both into women

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MCU, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, growing up in the circus gives a person all kinds of skills

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The Voice RPF, Blake/Adam - Adam gets a little too mouthy on the show; Blake puts him in his place

Fill - NSFW

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Adam was checking his Pokemon Go stats for the week when there was a knock on his dressing room door.

“Yeah?” He called, clicking off his phone.

He wasn’t too surprised when the door opened and Blake stepped inside.

“You coming back for more verbal ass-whupping, Cowboy?” Adam stayed snarky even after the cameras stopped rolling, because he knew it got under Blake’s skin.

“You were really running your mouth during the show today. You know you’re the only one who thinks you’re clever.”

“That’s not what Twitter says. Besides, you know you love it.”

“There is such a thing as professional courtesy and basic respect.” Blake drawled. He looked more agitated than usual.

“Aw…did I say something that hurt your feelings, Big Guy?”

Blake crossed the length of the room in three strides. It alarmed – and excited – Adam how quickly those long legs moved.

Blake put his hands on the arm rests of the chair Adam was sitting in and got right in Adam’s face.

“I want an apology.” He growled.

A little shiver ran up Adam’s spine. Having Blake so close, hovering over him, was more of a turn-on than he would ever admit to anyone, maybe even himself.

Adam pushed Blake aside and stood up.

“Oh, get over it.” Adam rolled his eyes. “What are you going to do about it, anyway?” He challenged.

But maybe he should have known when to quit, because Blake narrowed his eyes and gave Adam a less-than-playful shove.

“I’m gonna put you in your place.”

Adam felt a jolt of electricity run the course of his body. If only Blake had any clue what his alpha behavior did to Adam. Adam licked his lips and smirked.

“Come and get me.”

A wicked smile played over Blake’s lips, and he pushed Adam down onto the couch.

“What the hell?” Adam laughed.

“Will you shut up for one freaking minute?”

Adam suddenly realized that Blake’s gaze was raking over Adam’s prone form, and the bigger man’s eyes had an unmistakable lust in them.

“Do it,” Adam both taunted and pled.

Then Blake was on him, kissing him senseless. He covered Adam’s body with his own and ground against the other man. Adam gasped when he realized how hard they both were. Had Blake been harboring a secret desire for Adam just as Adam had been for him?

His answer came when Blake reached between the two of them and undid his belt buckle.

Damn did those big hands move fast, because before he could quite register that one of his biggest fantasies was about to come true, Adam found himself exposed.

Blake’s large hand rubbed their cocks together as he thrust against Adam. Adam moaned appreciatively, kissing Blake more deeply.

Their panting and groans increased in intensity as they both approached orgasm. Adam dug his fingers into Blake’s broad back as he came. Blake kissed and sucked on Adam’s neck until the bigger man followed suit.

Blake sat back on the couch. They both took a moment to catch their breath.

Adam looked over at his friend, whose eyes were as glassy and sated as his own.

“You know this is only going to encourage me.”

“Shut up.” Blake grinned, and pulled Adam in for another kiss.

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iZombie, Ravi/Blaine - medical kink, doctor/patient play

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Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel - angelic handcuffs

SPN, Sam/Gabriel - Angelic Handcuffs

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Thankfully, Sam had his own room away from Dean's. He didn't need or want Dean interrupting his night and he definitely didn't want to hear any comments come the morning from him. He'd eaten with Dean and said goodnight before unlocking his room and scooting inside before Dean could comment. He locked the door after himself and breathed deeply before calling out. "Gabriel?"

He heard the flutter of wings and felt the air move around him and then the feeling of hands on his back, pressing him forward toward the wall. He loved the feel of those hands on his body and moaned at the touch. "Sam." His named was whispered into his ear as he felt himself being spun around to face the one holding him. Before he could say anything, Gabriel hungrily kissed him, his tongue searching for his, drawing out a low moan from him. His head tilted back, letting Gabriel trail down the column of flesh with his lips, teeth and tongue. "Missed you." Gabriel breathed out. It was never enough, these stolen times they had together. "Hmm, missed you, too." Sam said, returning his words with a passionate kiss.

Sam found them moving toward the bed, shedding their clothes at the same time. When they were both naked, Gabriel lowered him to the bed, letting him get comfortable before joining him. He nudged himself between Sam's thighs, blanketing Sam with his body. Gabriel began kissing him, turning him to putty. He felt Gabriel grabbing his hands and raising them above his head. He tried to pull his hands down to run his fingers through Gabriel's hair but found his hands cuffed to the bed by Gabriel's angelic powers. Sam quirked an eyebrow up at his predicament. Gabriel gave him a mischievous smile. "Got you all to myself, not about to let you go now."

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Supernatural, Sam/Cas - teaching Cas how to hug leads into teaching him lots of other interesting things

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Supernatural, Dean/Crowley - Crowley comes back human, old flames are rekindled... with a new power dynamic

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MCU, Tony Stark/Bruce Banner, "Please don't get TOO excited."

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Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Rosa Diaz/Gina Linetti, Gina gets frisky after going on Rosa's motorbike

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Dragon Age, anypair, having adrenaline fuelled sex after a tough fight

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Any, any/any, rimming

Shadowhunters, Magnus/Alec, Stop Thinking So Much

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Alec let out a moan, his breathing heavy as he leaned over his desk, clutching the edges. Magnus was knelt behind him, his tongue slowly fucking in and out of him, making Alec tremble. He kept glancing at the door, praying that no one needed him. He didn't even remember if they locked the door before they started doing this.

Magnus pulled back and lightly nipped one of his butt cheeks. "Stop thinking so much," Magnus said. He nuzzled against Alec's butt and pressed a kiss to one cheek. "Just relax and focus on me."

Alec's grip on the desk tightened and his heart started to beat faster when he heard footsteps echoing in the hall. "Magnus, just please tell me you remembered to lock that door."

Magnus just chuckled and went back to tongue fucking him, making Alec almost forget that they needed to be quiet. He slapped a hand over his mouth and rode his boyfriend's face, desperate to get off before they got caught.

It seemed like forever before Magnus finally reached out and stroked him, making him come almost instantly. Magnus stood up and wrapped his arms around Alec, pressing a kiss to the shadowhunter's cheek. "You okay?"

Alec nodded, then froze when he heard a knock on the door. He glanced back at Magnus who just kissed him and snapped his fingers, cleaning up their mess. Alec quickly zipped his pants back up and sat down, still shaking slightly as Magnus went to open the door, looking as calm as ever.

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Any, any ot3, threesome

Ten Minutes - Romani Detective Original Fiction - NC-17 - 1/2

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Not as smutty as it could have been, but I'm kind of at work. Hah.

James moved slowly, not wanting to wake either of the men he was settled between. Cracking an eye, he glared at the alarm clock, ready to shriek into the early morning quiet. God, he hated Andy’s alarm, but he had to admit, the damn thing was effective. Not even the cowboy could sleep through its blaring call and that boy could sleep through an earthquake. Rumor was, he had slept through an earthquake once.

His eyes told him that they had another blessed fifteen minutes before they all had to roll out of bed and start getting ready for work. Andy’d head for the kitchen, returning with coffee for them all, a ritual that had started long ago. Zayne would pull the pillow over his head and attempt to go back to sleep. It was James’ job to make sure the cowboy got up and moving before that happened. Sometimes, he and Andy had to get creative. Leave it to Reyes to cause trouble so early in the morning.
A brush of skin on skin drew his attention to his left. “Good morning,” he whispered to the mass of unruly dark hair. Rolling onto his side, James propped himself on an elbow, watching his favorite person stir to wakefulness.

“Buna,” Andrej muttered, not quite awake enough to remember his English. Dark lashes over deep blue eyes fluttered, settled, remained open. “What time is it, Jay?”

“Too fucking early for you two to be yapping,” Zayne grumbled, turning over and taking the covers with him.

“While he might be right in theory,” James chuckled, “it’s about ten till.”

“Let me have my damn ten minutes, narco,” Zayne growled into his pillow.

“Fine,” James said, pulling a still sleeping Andy into his arms. “You go back to sleep. We’ll just… occupy ourselves for the next ten or fifteen minutes.”

Zayne stilled in his quest for the best possible sleeping position. Turning so that he faced James, he frowned. “If you think the two of you are going to get up to something freaky while I go back to sleep, you’re delusional.”

Andrej’s arm stretched across James’ pale middle, reaching out for Zayne’s arm. “Go back to sleep, Zayne, we are not getting up to anything.”

“We’re not,” James said, disappointment heavy in his words. “Damn.”

“See,” Zayne said, pointing a listless finger in the redhead’s direction. “I knew what he was after.”

“That’s only because it’s the same thing you’re always after, cowboy.” James’ fingers lightly stroked Andy’s mutinous hair. It was only slightly less crazy than Zayne’s out of control mop. Both were equally adorable so early in the morning.

“Can you blame me,” Zayne asked, snuggling into James’ side.

“No,” James said, running a hand along the smooth skin of Zayne’s arm. “Not one damn bit. I crave this like you crave pizza.”

“You got that right, baby,” Zayne agreed, brushing his fingertips against Andrej’s cheek.

Muttering something in a language his two lovers barely understood, Zeklos lifted his head off James’ chest. “You are not giving me much choice this morning, are you?”

“We’d never force you into anything,” James said.

“But we might coerce you a little,” Zayne laughed.

“Not that it takes much to change his mind,” James added.

“Nope,” Zayne agreed, toying with a lock of Andrej’s hair. “Just a little encouragement is all that he needs.”

“Gah,” Andrej yelped when Zayne tugged at the lock of hair between his fingers.

“See, like that.”

With a groan, Andrej pushed Zayne’s hand away from his face. “I hate you both,” he said without any real force behind his words. Before either Zayne or James could reply, Andrej straddled James’ waist, dipping low enough to kiss the redhead.

“Oh hell yes,” Zayne shouted, wrapping an arm around Andrej’s chest and biting into the thick line of muscle along Andrej’s shoulder. “I can give up sleep for this.”

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Any, any/any, showersex

Fill - NSFW - MCU, Pepper Potts/Natasha Romanov

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Goosebumps rose on Natasha’s flesh at the cool air that rushed into the bathroom, even though Pepper had only opened the door quickly and widely enough to slip inside.

“How am I doing on time?” Natasha asked as she let the warm water cascade over her body. She had a tendency to linger during her showers, as she found the cleansing stream soothing and calming.

“Plenty of time,” Pepper reassured. Natasha could hear the other woman moving around in the bathroom. “Can I wash your back?”

A smile played over Natasha’s lips.

“Of course.”

Pepper opened the shower curtain and stepped into the tub behind her girlfriend. She reached for Natasha’s loofa and some citrus-scented body wash.

Pepper poured the gel over the loofa, then set to work on washing the other woman. She moved her hand in gentle circles covering the length of Natasha’s back, stopping just above the top of the Black Widow’s buttocks. Pepper worked the loofa up her girlfriend’s body and slid her arms around so she could have access to Natasha’s front.

Natasha made an appreciative humming sound as Pepper began her luxurious lathering of Natasha’s shoulders, arms, breasts and belly. Pepper even bent down to wash her girlfriend’s legs and feet.

“You’re doing a great job,” Natasha cooed. “Feels really good.”

Pepper let the water rush over both of them, watching the suds slip down and disappear from her girlfriend’s skin.

She hugged Natasha from behind and kissed the Black Widow’s neck. Then she dropped the loofa.

Her hands slid over Natasha’s body, this time with no barrier between her and her girlfriend.

“Mmmm.” Natasha leaned back, pressing herself flush with Pepper.

Pepper caressed Natasha’s breasts, then ran her hands down the Black Widow’s torso and abdomen. When she got to her girlfriend’s pussy, she nipped playfully at Natasha’s shoulder and slipped her fingers between the Black Widow’s folds.

“Ah,” Natasha lightly rocked into Pepper’s touch as the other woman played with her pussy, rubbing her clit and teasing her hole.

Pepper ran her free hand all over her girlfriend’s skin while she fingered Natasha.

The Black Widow moaned and panted, shifting her hips to allow Pepper the deepest access.

Pepper licked at the droplets of water on Natasha’s back as she brought her girlfriend to climax.

She held Natasha tightly, supporting her, as the Black Widow regained her composure.

Natasha turned around and gave Pepper a deep, grateful kiss.

“Do you think we still have any time?”

“Probably. Why?” Pepper had already gotten most of herself bathed in the process of pleasuring her girlfriend.

“I was going to ask if I could wash your front.”

Pepper grinned, picked up the loofa, and handed it to Natasha.

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Any, any sibling, incest

Fill - NSFW - The Boondock Saints, Connor/Murphy

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“Yes!” Murphy crowed as his racecar zoomed past Connor’s and flew over the finish line.

Connor swore and kicked the battered game console. His car spun out of control and crashed into the wall, then burst into flames.

“I am the best! The champion!” Murphy jumped up from the couch and threw his arms up in victory. “You suck, Connor! I beat you every time!”

“Fuck you, Murphy.” Connor grumbled. “It’s just a stupid fucken game.”

“One that I win at every single time. Face it, you’re a loser!”

“Like being able to play fucken video games is something to be so fucken proud of.”

“Sour fucken grapes, brother.” Murphy laughed. “Besides, I’m better than you at everything.”

Connor scowled.

“That’s total bullocks. I’m better than you at all kinds of stuff.”

“Like what?” Murphy plopped back down on the couch, picked up a half-empty beer and took a swig.

“Drinking, smoking, shooting, driving…”

“Driving, maybe,” Murphy conceded. “The rest? No fucken way. Come up with something real.”

Connor raised an eyebrow at his brother.

“Oh, I got somethin’.”

“Yeah? With that kind of smirk on your fucken face, it’d better be good.”

“Oh, it is. It’s a lot better than yours. It’s the best.”

Murphy was about to reach for a match so he could flick it at his twin, but before he could continue his posturing, Connor had Murphy shoved back against the sofa and was undoing his brother’s jeans as the blond got on his knees between Murphy’s thighs.

“Fuck,” Murphy breathed when Connor pulled his twin’s cock out and started to lick up and down his shaft.

Connor wasn’t kidding about being fantastic at giving head. He had a technique, a finesse, that Murphy doubted he would ever get anywhere near, much less match or surpass, in skill.

“Fuck!” Murphy bucked his hips when Connor took his dick deep into his throat. Murphy's fingers dug into the battered couch cushions as Connor sucked his brother off within an inch of his life.

When Murphy came like thunder, Connor swallowed like a pro, leaned back on his haunches and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were shining, and his expression was beyond smug.

“Tell me that wasn’t the fucken best you ever had.”

“Okay,” Murphy was still trying to catch his breath, “you win.”

“Goddamn fucken right I do.” Connor got up and headed for the fridge. “Beer?”

“Aye,” Murphy said, feeling like even though he’d admitted defeat, he’d still ended up the victor.

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Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel - an angel in handcuffs ;)

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Star Wars, any/any, using the Force during sex