"God, I can’t… Oh, Jay, please," The young boy’s mouth fell open to reveal elongated canines that gleamed in the low light of the motel room, "I’m so hungry, Jay."
Jared groaned and worked his hips harder, his dilated eyes narrowing as pleasure boiled in the pit of his stomach. There was still blood smeared across his collarbones from where he’d let his young lover feed earlier, congealing into a thick gel-like state where it was gathered on his skin. Jensen’s own lips were slick with it and shining blood red in the dim light, the cracked skin beneath barely visible. “No one ever,” he paused with a grunt, pumping his hips, “told me that young vamps were so greedy.”
"Please," Jensen whined, arching his back and clenching around the long cock that pulsed inside of him. His teeth and throat were aching, the muscles tensing and releasing frantically with the need to bite, to tear, to rip, to suck. Jared smiled and bit his lip as he watched his young lover writhe. "Come first, Jensen," he murmured, smoothing his hands down the pale, trim sides and rolling his cock against the younger boy’s prostate.
"I… Jared… I ca-" Jensen stuttered, his voice thin and wrecked.
"Yes you can," Jared barked sharply, soothing the harsh command with a gentle brush of his lips. The blood from earlier was wet and cold against his dry lips and he moaned, "Come, darling. Come for me."
Can I just say how cool it was that both of these superheroines’ personalities and powers were explored in this episode? And how well it was done?
Starfire was not shamed for being emotional. Her powers come from her emotions.
Raven was not shamed for suppressing her emotions. Her power requires amazing control.
They both. Work. They are both different kinds of strength, and they are both heroic and powerful and good. And they each learned from the other, and helped each other out by seeing from each others’ perspective, and finding the value in their differing approaches! Wow!
Fuck yes, this is how you write super-ladies, okay. There’s more than one way to be a “strong female character.” There’s all different kinds of strength. Why don’t more people GET this?
The next person who makes a joke about my pole dancing and calls me a stripper, I’m going to show them this photo and say, “You may or may not take me seriously, but just know that I can probably crush your tiny little skull with my thigh muscles.”
There’s nothing I don’t love about this.