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John grunts, he is lost in the rhythm of his thrusts.
Dean’s back is glistening with sweat, the way it moves with lust.
The room is loud with moans and the smack of skin against skin.
Dean is dragging his whole body trying to fuck himself on John’s cock but John holds onto Dean’s hips tight, guiding his dick to Dean’s sweet spot, controlling the strokes.
Dean gasps out a soft “Dad.”
Even after almost a month of them being together, and the countless times they’ve had sex, that still gets John going like no other.
John drags their bodies close, back to chest.
He growls next to Dean’s neck. “You like daddy’s cock, baby?” John teases.
Dean mewls and nods into the pillow, “Love daddy’s cock.”
God, Dean sounds delirious, John nearly came with that.
“Fuck me harder, Dad,” Dean mutters dazedly.
John never refuses Dean’s pleas when he is like this.
So he fucks Dean hard, their bodies are rocking the bed with every drags of in and out.
Loud slaps of skin and moans fill the room.
John grips his son’s hip hard and pumps his seed deep inside.
He can feel it squelch when he gives a few last strokes.
Hard breathing is all that is heard between them after a while.
John casts his eyes down to their connecting body, looking at his cock snug inside Dean.
He pulls out slowly, Dean grunts when the tip is out.
John slumps down next to Dean, their out of breath panting slowing down to deep breaths.
He stretches over to kiss Dean’s back.
Dean whines and turns his head towards John, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.
John moves to kiss Dean’s neck and back when he sees it.
He presses a finger to the red-purple bruise on Dean’s lower back that is starting to bloom.
He can clearly see the shape of his own fingers and palms, see the proof of their lovemaking, and he looks lower to his seed leaking out of Dean in such a pretty sight.
“Fuck, Dean. You’re so fucking gorgeous. Especially with my mark on you,” John grunts as he lays a kiss on Dean’s nape.
Dean looks at his back and smiles, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
John is sure his son is just making a joke but that is actually a great idea.
“Mmhm, I should. Is that okay with you?” John asks plainly.
Dean looks back at John, “Sure. Would love that.”
So John goes to find the camera they use for cases.
He finds the camera in the side pocket of his duffle bag, he turns on the camera as he walks the short way back to the bed.
The bed dips as John spreads his knees between Dean’s legs.
John focusses the camera on Dean’s lower back, taking numbers of pictures of the mark he had made on Dean.
The reddish bruise contrasts beautifully with Dean’s pale skin.
John checks the picture before he takes a few more in a different angle.
Satisfied with the pictures he had taken, John rubs one hand on Dean’s asscheek, “Can I take some pictures here?”
Dean looks back at John, his cheeks blushing faintly, “Shit, yeah. That would be hot.”
So John aims the camera lower, making sure his leaking cum is in frame, he spreads the cheek with one hand and takes pictures with the other.
Dean must have known that John is having trouble with the angle when his son asks, “Want me to kneel?”
John huffs out “Yeah.”
Dean gets into position, kneeling on his knees while resting his head on his arms on the pillow.
The camera clicks in quick succession, taking pictures of the dripping cum and of the stretched hole. John decides at last second to take a few pictures of Dean’s back, from his shoulder to his lower back.
He kisses Dean’s shoulder after he is done with the camera, putting it on the side table, then taking a stick of cigarette from the pack and the lighter.
Dean rolls to his back, draping himself on John. “We should make a tape of ourselves one of these days.”
“A sex tape?” John asks for confirmation as he lights up a cigarette, taking a puff.
“Yeah.” Dean answers, then he takes John’s hand to inhale the cigarette, blowing a smoke in front of them.
“Yeah, another great idea, Dean,” John chuckles. “Whenever you want to, baby,” he continues, gentler.
Dean smiles and goes to press a kiss on John's lips. He takes his last drag of the cigarette from John’s hand.
“I’m gonna take a shower now.” Dean announces.
John just nods.
He finishes half of the stick before he decides to join Dean.