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Fandoms: Supernatural, Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: Sam Winchester/John Sheppard/Ronon Dex
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 830(ish)
Warnings/Kinks: Double penetration.
Summary: Pure PWP.
Sheppard isn't a particularly small man, although his leanness sometimes makes him seem so. But right now, caught between Sam and Ronon he seems smaller and more vulnerable than Ronon is used to. It makes him want to protect, even as another part of him just wants to take, to mark, to stake a claim.
He's not quite sure how they got from being slightly drunk and comparing scars to Sam, on his back, cock buried deep inside Sheppard, while Ronon curls over Sheppard's back and eases himself slowly inside, his cock pressing tightly against Sam's while Sheppard shakes in his arms.
Sam's whispering curses and pleas in a voice that's barely above a broken whisper. Ronon daren't say anything, can't do anything but work his cock slowly deeper. His hand is slipping on Sheppard's hip, wet with lube and sweat. He has no idea how Sheppard's taking the both of them, because neither of them are small. Just the thought of it send a dark pleasure roiling through his guts. Sheppard's head is hanging down, and Ronon can see small beads of sweat rolling down the curve of his spine.
His hand looks shockingly huge and dark against Sheppard's skin. One of Sam's hands curls around Sheppard's ribs, long fingers splayed as if to touch as much skin as possible and the flare of jealousy makes him push inside harder than he should. Sheppard shudders and a quiet whine escapes him as his body jerks in Ronon's arms and the already tight grip on Ronon's cock increases. Sam throws his head back and Ronon grits his teeth.
He's finally in as far as he can go and it's the scariest and more arousing thing ever, the way Sheppard is trembling between them. For a moment, the three of them are completely still. He used so much lube he can feel the excess trickling down over his balls. Sam's hair is damp with sweat. Sheppard is breathing deeply, but every so often he twitches, as if he can't help it and his body tightens then releases again as he obviously forces himself to relax.
Sheppard finally nods, bracing his arms on the bed either side of Sam's head. Ronon catches Sam's eye and then slowly pulls back a little. He can't move much, he's too scared of hurting Sheppard, or doing some serious damage to him. Sam shifts beneath them, and even though neither of them is moving much, it's probably the most intense thing Ronon's ever felt. Sheppard's panting now, wriggling a little between them. Sam wraps a hand as large as Ronon's around the back of Sheppard's neck and forces his head up so Sam can kiss him. Ronon bites back the growl and leans forward so he can leave kisses and little, stinging bites across Sheppard's shoulders.
The move makes Sheppard jump and his body ripples crazily around Ronon. He can feel the tension climbing, can feel the orgasm already curling around his spine and he shifts again, cock pressing in just a little further, as he squirms a hand between Sheppard and Sam and takes hold of Sheppard's cock.
Sheppard shudders and rips his mouth away from Sam's to groan, deep and harsh and desperate. Stroking Sheppard's cock is as awkward as the rest of the sex, but it doesn't take much stimulation before Sheppard's coming, and it feels absolutely incredible from inside.
Sam jerks beneath them and Ronon realises with a smug satisfaction that he's coming. Knowing that he's lost control before Ronon is almost enough to make him forget that he's still coming inside Sheppard. Ronon stays as still as possible and waits. When Sam's done, he braces himself, and curls his hands under Sheppard's armpits, then lifts him slowly off Sam's cock, while making sure he stays inside. He leans back until he's kneeling upright and Sheppard's thighs are spread over his. He waits, needing to hear Sheppard say it's ok. When he does, vowels slurred and loose, he goes for it, fucking up into Sheppard like he's always wanted to, like he's dreamt of. Sheppard lets him, one hand reaching back to hang on to Ronon's hip, murmuring breathless encouragement in a voice that sounds as wrecked as Ronon feels. He hisses when Ronon finally drives in deep, over and over as he comes.
He has to bury his face into Sheppard's hair, nerves scraped raw and sensitive. He can't imagine what Sheppard must feel like. He starts when a hand strokes over his arm, still wrapped around Sheppard's chest. Sam's sitting up in front of them, petting them both. The earlier possessiveness has dimmed and he doesn't fight when Sam helps ease Sheppard from Ronon's lap. They both try to soothe him when he winces, but he's going to be sore for days and there's at least one bite mark and will be a few finger-shaped bruises marring his skin for just as long. Ronon doesn't even try not to feel satisfied about that.
Pairing: Sam Winchester/John Sheppard/Ronon Dex
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 830(ish)
Warnings/Kinks: Double penetration.
Summary: Pure PWP.
Sheppard isn't a particularly small man, although his leanness sometimes makes him seem so. But right now, caught between Sam and Ronon he seems smaller and more vulnerable than Ronon is used to. It makes him want to protect, even as another part of him just wants to take, to mark, to stake a claim.
He's not quite sure how they got from being slightly drunk and comparing scars to Sam, on his back, cock buried deep inside Sheppard, while Ronon curls over Sheppard's back and eases himself slowly inside, his cock pressing tightly against Sam's while Sheppard shakes in his arms.
Sam's whispering curses and pleas in a voice that's barely above a broken whisper. Ronon daren't say anything, can't do anything but work his cock slowly deeper. His hand is slipping on Sheppard's hip, wet with lube and sweat. He has no idea how Sheppard's taking the both of them, because neither of them are small. Just the thought of it send a dark pleasure roiling through his guts. Sheppard's head is hanging down, and Ronon can see small beads of sweat rolling down the curve of his spine.
His hand looks shockingly huge and dark against Sheppard's skin. One of Sam's hands curls around Sheppard's ribs, long fingers splayed as if to touch as much skin as possible and the flare of jealousy makes him push inside harder than he should. Sheppard shudders and a quiet whine escapes him as his body jerks in Ronon's arms and the already tight grip on Ronon's cock increases. Sam throws his head back and Ronon grits his teeth.
He's finally in as far as he can go and it's the scariest and more arousing thing ever, the way Sheppard is trembling between them. For a moment, the three of them are completely still. He used so much lube he can feel the excess trickling down over his balls. Sam's hair is damp with sweat. Sheppard is breathing deeply, but every so often he twitches, as if he can't help it and his body tightens then releases again as he obviously forces himself to relax.
Sheppard finally nods, bracing his arms on the bed either side of Sam's head. Ronon catches Sam's eye and then slowly pulls back a little. He can't move much, he's too scared of hurting Sheppard, or doing some serious damage to him. Sam shifts beneath them, and even though neither of them is moving much, it's probably the most intense thing Ronon's ever felt. Sheppard's panting now, wriggling a little between them. Sam wraps a hand as large as Ronon's around the back of Sheppard's neck and forces his head up so Sam can kiss him. Ronon bites back the growl and leans forward so he can leave kisses and little, stinging bites across Sheppard's shoulders.
The move makes Sheppard jump and his body ripples crazily around Ronon. He can feel the tension climbing, can feel the orgasm already curling around his spine and he shifts again, cock pressing in just a little further, as he squirms a hand between Sheppard and Sam and takes hold of Sheppard's cock.
Sheppard shudders and rips his mouth away from Sam's to groan, deep and harsh and desperate. Stroking Sheppard's cock is as awkward as the rest of the sex, but it doesn't take much stimulation before Sheppard's coming, and it feels absolutely incredible from inside.
Sam jerks beneath them and Ronon realises with a smug satisfaction that he's coming. Knowing that he's lost control before Ronon is almost enough to make him forget that he's still coming inside Sheppard. Ronon stays as still as possible and waits. When Sam's done, he braces himself, and curls his hands under Sheppard's armpits, then lifts him slowly off Sam's cock, while making sure he stays inside. He leans back until he's kneeling upright and Sheppard's thighs are spread over his. He waits, needing to hear Sheppard say it's ok. When he does, vowels slurred and loose, he goes for it, fucking up into Sheppard like he's always wanted to, like he's dreamt of. Sheppard lets him, one hand reaching back to hang on to Ronon's hip, murmuring breathless encouragement in a voice that sounds as wrecked as Ronon feels. He hisses when Ronon finally drives in deep, over and over as he comes.
He has to bury his face into Sheppard's hair, nerves scraped raw and sensitive. He can't imagine what Sheppard must feel like. He starts when a hand strokes over his arm, still wrapped around Sheppard's chest. Sam's sitting up in front of them, petting them both. The earlier possessiveness has dimmed and he doesn't fight when Sam helps ease Sheppard from Ronon's lap. They both try to soothe him when he winces, but he's going to be sore for days and there's at least one bite mark and will be a few finger-shaped bruises marring his skin for just as long. Ronon doesn't even try not to feel satisfied about that.
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Also, I had that icon! I really must re-upload it. :D