Sam's hand came up to play with the hair at the nape of Dean's neck. "Mmm. You have a lot of confidence in my healing abilities, Dean."
Dean grinned and pressed wet, openmouthed kisses to the side of Sam's neck, hand still moving languidly around their dicks. "Don't let it go to your head, Sammy."
The fire spat and crackled as a log settled, and Sam squirmed impatiently. "C'mon, Dean... c'mon."
Dean laughed softly and continued his slow ministrations. "But I love when you beg."
"Dean." Sam's hand groped across the floor and found the lube, which he shoved into Dean's free hand. "I'm gonna freeze to death here. Is that any way to take care of me?"
In all truth, Dean was so hard his eyes were starting to cross, and he wanted Sam's dick inside him more than all the coffee in the world, so he wasted no more time coating his fingers with the slick and sliding two inside himself. He pressed his lips to Sam's as he worked himself open, fucking Sam's mouth with his tongue in time with the thrusting of his fingers. Sam took it upon himself to take the lube and begin slicking his own cock up, and Dean moaned into Sam's mouth as Sam's knuckles brushed against his erection. Sam disentangled himself from the kiss, panting against Dean's lips. "You ready?"
Dean nodded silently, even though he could never really be ready for this - it was overwhelming, every single time. He didn't know whether it was because Sam was fucking huge, or just because it was fucking Sam, but he needed a second to gear himself up, right before. Sam knew that, gave him space, and he stroked his fingers down Dean's side gently, waiting. When Dean was ready, he gave Sam a lopsided smile and raised up on his knees, reaching for Sam's cock and guiding it into himself, sinking down slowly, so slowly. He bit his bottom lip and felt sweat beads forming on his forehead (mission accomplished, he thought wryly) as Sam's width pushed him open, blunt and unforgiving. Sam let him run the show, hands resting lightly on Dean's hips and jaw set, peering down the length of his body at his own cock disappearing inch by inch into his brother. Dean's eyes never left Sam's face, flushed cheeks and pink, kiss-swollen lips perhaps the sexiest thing he had ever seen.
Finally, Dean's ass came flush against Sam's hips, and he paused, letting himself adjust to the sensation of being completely full. Sam's cock was radiating heat through his body from the inside out. "Hey Sam. I think you might be onto something with this - ngh - therapeutic fucking thing. It's even better than medicinal pot."
Sam tilted his head back and laughed, causing his hips to jerk up; Dean hissed and let out a guttural moan as Sam's cock hit him right there. "God, Sammy," he gritted out, lifting himself up and plunging back down roughly. Sam's laugh cut off sharply, and his long fingers dug into Dean's skin.
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Date: 2006-12-24 03:48 am (UTC)Dean grinned and pressed wet, openmouthed kisses to the side of Sam's neck, hand still moving languidly around their dicks. "Don't let it go to your head, Sammy."
The fire spat and crackled as a log settled, and Sam squirmed impatiently. "C'mon, Dean... c'mon."
Dean laughed softly and continued his slow ministrations. "But I love when you beg."
"Dean." Sam's hand groped across the floor and found the lube, which he shoved into Dean's free hand. "I'm gonna freeze to death here. Is that any way to take care of me?"
In all truth, Dean was so hard his eyes were starting to cross, and he wanted Sam's dick inside him more than all the coffee in the world, so he wasted no more time coating his fingers with the slick and sliding two inside himself. He pressed his lips to Sam's as he worked himself open, fucking Sam's mouth with his tongue in time with the thrusting of his fingers. Sam took it upon himself to take the lube and begin slicking his own cock up, and Dean moaned into Sam's mouth as Sam's knuckles brushed against his erection. Sam disentangled himself from the kiss, panting against Dean's lips. "You ready?"
Dean nodded silently, even though he could never really be ready for this - it was overwhelming, every single time. He didn't know whether it was because Sam was fucking huge, or just because it was fucking Sam, but he needed a second to gear himself up, right before. Sam knew that, gave him space, and he stroked his fingers down Dean's side gently, waiting. When Dean was ready, he gave Sam a lopsided smile and raised up on his knees, reaching for Sam's cock and guiding it into himself, sinking down slowly, so slowly. He bit his bottom lip and felt sweat beads forming on his forehead (mission accomplished, he thought wryly) as Sam's width pushed him open, blunt and unforgiving. Sam let him run the show, hands resting lightly on Dean's hips and jaw set, peering down the length of his body at his own cock disappearing inch by inch into his brother. Dean's eyes never left Sam's face, flushed cheeks and pink, kiss-swollen lips perhaps the sexiest thing he had ever seen.
Finally, Dean's ass came flush against Sam's hips, and he paused, letting himself adjust to the sensation of being completely full. Sam's cock was radiating heat through his body from the inside out. "Hey Sam. I think you might be onto something with this - ngh - therapeutic fucking thing. It's even better than medicinal pot."
Sam tilted his head back and laughed, causing his hips to jerk up; Dean hissed and let out a guttural moan as Sam's cock hit him right there. "God, Sammy," he gritted out, lifting himself up and plunging back down roughly. Sam's laugh cut off sharply, and his long fingers dug into Dean's skin.