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Title: Perky nipples
Author:  timey_wimey_kid
Fandom: CW RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins
Genre: (nipple)porn, romance
Rating: R
A/N: Okay, so Misha's Asylum5 nipple might have broken my brain...

"You put that shirt on purpose, didn't you? Just to drive me crazy?"

Misha barely makes it out of the elevator when he gets slammed into the wall with a force of a high speed train. As soon as he manages to catch a breath that's been knocked out of his lungs, he looks up. Jensen. Of course, who else. Jensen's staring at him, pupils blown, and oh, as far as Misha can remember his boyfriend doesn't usually carry a gun in his pocket.

"Jensen? What's going on?" Misha raises his eyebrow, but Jensen doesn't reply, only leans forward and licks at his neck, slowly moving upwards and instantly sending shivers down Misha's spine. As well as towards his already half-hard dick.

"Mish. You. Mother. Fucker", he slowly whispers in Misha's ear, preceeding each syllable with a sharp bite along the shell of his ear. Misha shivers again, looking around nervously: the corridor is empty right now, but they probably need to get out of here just in case.

Jensen doesn't seem to care though. He slides a hand up Misha's chest, covering his nipple through the silky shirt and slowly rubbing it in circles with his palm, and grins at Misha's needy groan that escapes his lips.

"Jen? Not that I'm not enjoying this, but we need to get to my room."

"Well, I don't think I can", Jensen replies, grinning even wider now. "I can't let you go now, not even for a second. You've got me waiting for too long. The whole party. The whole fucking evening." He moves to the other side of Misha's chest, now gently teasing the left nipple with a fingernail. "You put that shirt on purpose, didn't you? Just to drive me crazy? Just because you know it's a bit too tight around your shoulders, fuck, do you even know how your fucking nipples look in this thing?" As if to illustrate his words, he pinches Misha's left nipple, completely ignoring the way Misha's hips are bucking up, seeking at least some friction.

Undoing a few top buttons on his shirt, Jensen slides his hand inside, and yes, it's always best when it's just skin on skin. Exposing the other nipple to cool air, he bows his head to lick it, circling it with his tongue for a while before biting on it, lightly at first, then a bit harder. As if this weren't enough to drive Misha insane, he starts teasing and twisting the right nipple with his fingers, and Misha loses it completely.

He's gasping for air, not even caring that they are in the middle of a hotel corridor, probably making so much noise - oh god Jensen's sucking on it now and it feels almost as good as on his dick, - anyone could come out of their rooms this instant and see them. And they'd be lucky if it's just Jared, and oh fuck, finally, Jensen's palming his cock through his pants and Misha just groans again.

All he can think of right now is how amazing Jensen's tongue and lips and teeth feel, and the way his hand is rubbing against Misha's crotch, and fuck, he's so close, he's gonna come in his pants like some teenager, and it would probably be embarrassing if it didn't feel so fucking amazing. And Jensen probably knows, because he sucks just a bit harder, moves his palm just a bit faster, and fuck, Misha comes with a groan, holding on to Jensen's shoulders because his knees might have given in for a second there.

He breathes for a few seconds before remembering he should probably return the favour, reaches out to palm Jensen's crotch and...

"Whoa."

Now Jensen's blushing, furrowing his eyebrows like he always does when he's ashamed of something. It's Misha's turn to grin.

"Well, less work for me."

"Shut up. Did I mention I'd been ridiculously horny for at least 2 hours?"

Still laughing, Misha pulls his boyfriend closer to finally kiss him on the lips, and Jensen melts into him, burying his fingers in Misha's hair like he always does. Feeling the familiar softness in his bones, Misha decides he doesn't really want to do this here. Rather back in their bed, where they could lie down and keep exchanging lazy kisses until one of them falls asleep, comfortable in each other's arms.

Reluctantly, he pulls back from the kiss and takes Jensen's hand, tugging him towards the room. As they walk, he looks back and smirks at Jensen.

"You know what, Jen? Next time if you don't want my nips staring at you all evening, wear jeans that leave at least some of your ass to the viewers' imagination."

He can't help but laugh at Jensen's legit shocked expression.