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“You and your stupid pretty fucking hair,” Jensen growls as he slams Jared back into the wall of the club, solid brick thumping under his weight but he only has time for half an aborted wheeze before Jensen has his fingers knotted in his hair, yanking it back to expose his throat. “Think this shit is cute?”
“Fuck you,” Jared grits, winding his own hand into the front of Jensen’s shirt hard enough that the collar rubs the back of his neck raw and sensitive.
“I don’t think you understand how this works,” Jensen retorts and noses along Jared’s pulse, looking for a nice place to bite into. The hand he doesn’t have strangled in Jared’s hair is easing up under his shirt, smoothing up the plains on fis torson before he scrapes his nails back down.
Jared hisses and writhes, countering by leaving a trail of scratches down Jensen’s back himself.
“Slut,” Jensen breathes and bites and Jared gasps a bastard child of pleasure and pain. Jensen sucks until the skin under his lips is red and livid, tongues at it until Jared’s writhing.
“Are you just gonna run your mouth all night, Ackles?” Jared sneers and rocks up to meet his hips, intentionally dragging the clothed line of his hard cock over Jensen’s. ”I was under the impression that you were gonna ‘shut my pretty mouth up’.”
Jensen drags his teeth over the studded collar of bruises he’s left behind. “Fuck you.”
“I wish you would.”
Jared’s smirk flashes and disappears when Jensen digs his fingers into his shoulder and flips him, pressing him hard into the raw brick. Jared scrabbles against the coarse grout for a moment, cursing Jensen’s name and Jensen chuckles low in his throat.
“If you’re gonna act like a whore, I’m gonna treat you like one,” he promises.
“He was just buying me a drink, asshole,” Jared bites off over his shoulder.
Jensen’s hand slips into the back of Jared’s jeans without ceremony, pressing up and in hard and dry.
“Fuck!” Jared bucks backwards into his hand.
“You feel this?” Jensen asks, voice a low growl as he breathes against Jared’s ear, nosing his hair out of the way. “This is mine. Understood?”
Jared lets loose a wordless snarl.
“I don’t like it when people touch my things, Jared.”
