Uncontroversial Behavior

At The Core

-Summary-

And he was the only person who had the privilege to have Misha completely submit to him.  

This was the Misha that he, and only he, knew about.

The world saw Misha as someone who had all the confidence in the world. Confidence that could've been mistaken as weirdness, and was at times abrasive. He was a man who could say and do anything and get away with it with a mischievous smile on his face.

He could say whatever he wanted at conventions and on his Twitter that instead of sounding offensive, made the people want more. He was inspiring and intimidating all at the same time.

He was never fazed. Except for those few questions that fans asked him that left him speechless and that one time that Jared pranked him and he was holed up in bed for a few days because of it. And there was the biking accident. But besides that, he wasn't ever fazed.

But that was the Misha that he projected to the world. And Jensen was okay with that, as long as he was the only one who saw Misha this way.

Jensen played his part too. He put up with Misha's antics, not showing much care about it. He stayed quiet and nonchalant.

To some of the world, they were just co-workers. To others, just friends. And to a few, there was some underlying tension between them. A lot of people just thought that it was their imaginations getting the best of them; that they were just finding something that wasn't there.

The two of them knew better. Oh, how the roles easily were reversed.

There were a few people in the world who Misha liked. Even fewer that he trusted. Only one that he trusted enough to do something like this.

It just happened to be the person that he loved. And loved him back. And he was the only person who had the privilege to have Misha completely submit to him.

In the privacy of their home, this was his Misha. And yes, he was actually allowed to claim Misha as his. Sure, they didn't have a normal dominant and submissive relationship, but everything in, out, and about Misha belonged to Jensen.

Here, this Misha never spoke unless prompted. He only responded to questions that Jensen asked. He never stared into people's eyes just to make them uncomfortable. He kept his eyes down, but when he did stare, he stared at Jensen with his blue eyes, with such trust and with such adoration. He wasn't in control. He left that to Jensen.

Tonight, Jensen used that control to have Misha naked and kneeling in front of him, in the middle of their room. His hands were braced behind his back. Jensen could have tied them or handcuffed them, but Misha was obedient enough to keep them there until Jensen said it was okay to let go.

Jensen walked over to Misha and took his chin in his hand to bring his head up to meet his gaze. He traced his lower lip with his thumb. "I love you like this, Misha," Jensen whispered. But it was true, he loved nights like this.

Only he was allowed to see Misha that way, because Misha let him. He let Jensen make him vulnerable. Submit. Obey. When Misha put Jensen in charge, it meant everything to their relationship. It meant trust, care, and, most importantly, love.

He smiled when he saw Misha's cheeks turn pink. His thumb ghosted over the light change of color. He knew at that instant that Misha was thinking the same thing.

He pushed Misha's head to his hip and Misha rubbed his head against the denim like a cat against a scratching post. Jensen could have sworn that that he could hear Misha purring. He was all right with staying that way, but he had other plans for the night. A lot of plans.

He combed his fingers through the man's hair a couple of times before he grabbed the hair at the back of his head and pulled on it. Misha gasped at the sudden roughness. "What do you want, Misha?"

"Sir?" he asked his voice meek, the confidence he usually had was gone. It was the first time that Misha had been allowed to speak all night.

"I'm asking you what you want."

"You," he whispered.

"Me?"

"Just you."

"Good," Jensen said with a smirk. "Up." Misha stood up quickly and without any retort. He leaned in and put his lips close to Misha's ear, but not touching it. "On the bed."

Without saying anything, Misha walked straight to their bed. He climbed into bed and lied down in the middle of it.

Jensen watched as Misha sauntered over to the bed, knowing that the man was being a tease. He took in how Misha looked once he lied down. Comfortable, like he was preparing to sleep. But they both knew that they would more likely pass out from their activities than fall asleep at the end of the night.

Jensen took off his shirt, and stripped down until he was wearing only his boxers. He reached down and grabbed the jeans he was wearing. He took out the lube that he had stashed in it. He climbed onto the bed, settling between Misha's legs.

He kissed the man's chest.

It was time for the fun to begin.

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After hours of sex, decibels of screams and moans, a reddened butt from spanking, tubes of lube, a handful discarded toys, dozens of marks all over Misha's body, buckets of sweat, and almost as much come, the night was winding down.

"Jen," he moaned, squirming in their bed. "Can't... need to... ah." Misha's voice was wrecked and broken, just how they liked it.

Jensen smiled from between Misha's legs. He had three of his fingers inside of the man, rubbing against his prostate. It wasn't for stretching or preparation. He just wanted to see Misha come one more time. Misha was already stretched out from their earlier activities, and he was still hot and wet inside. His other hand traced Misha's hipbones. He trailed the finger up the bottom side of the older man's cock. "Come for me, Misha. Now."

Misha did just that. "Jensen!" he screamed, arching his back off the bed.

"Sh..." Jensen whispered. He continued to massage Misha's prostate, helping through his orgasm.

When Misha finally finished coming, Jensen removed his fingers from him. Misha collapsed onto the bed panting and covered in sweat. "Jen..." he said, his voice sounded like it didn't belong to him. He tried to reach for the younger man.

"Sh..." Jensen said in a soothing tone. He rubbed Misha's thighs, massaging the tension from it. "Relax. We're done for tonight." He climbed into bed and lied down next to Misha who immediately rolled over, throwing an arm over his chest.

Misha groaned, moving so his body covered half of Jensen's. Somehow his muscles felt heavy and weightless at the same time. He sighed, wanting to fall asleep. But he knew he couldn't. Not just yet. "Sir?" he whispered.

"Yes?"

He felt Jensen's hardened cock pressing against his hip. "You haven't been taken care of," he whispered.

"It's okay," Jensen replied. He thought that he was done coming for the night, but watching Misha fall apart the last time triggered something in him. He didn't want to work Misha any more. He'd deal with it after the man fell asleep.

He thought that the smaller man had done just that, but Misha lifted his head with much effort and looked at Jensen.

"Jen?"

"Yeah, Misha?"

"Thank you," he said, with a gulp.

"Thank you for trusting me to do this," Jensen said, running his hand up and down Misha's back. He tilted Misha's chin up like he did before the fun started. He kissed the man, and smiled into it because even though Misha was exhausted, he kissed back.

Misha broke away with a sigh. He snuggled in a little closer, hiding his face in Jensen's neck. "Love you," he whispered, the adrenaline that was keeping him awake was slowly fading away.

"Love to you too," Jensen replied. "Now no more talking. Just sleep," he whispered.

"Yes, sir."