A little interlude
Wincest
Supernatural
NC-17
~1300 words
Total PWP - Can't even post the first sentence without warnings.
The boys have some down time.
Dean swallowed and Sam wished he had thought to do this closer to the wall, because one look at the tears leaking from Dean’s fucking anime eyes and those lush girlie lips wrapped around his cock and Sam’s knees buckled, thrusting him even deeper down Dean’s throat and making him clench his hands on Dean’s shoulders to stay upright. Sam saw Dean pull against the bandana that tied his hands behind his back, saw the muscles in his thighs bunch up as Sam’s weight pushed him even further down on his heels.
“Ah, fuck. Dean. God.” Sam pulled himself upright, one hand clenched in Dean’s head, the other pushing his cock down away from his body, all the better to slide it down Dean’s throat. “God damn.” Sam pulled back, sliding across Dean’s tongue until just the tip was trapped in Dean’s mouth. Dean clamped his lips just under the head and did a swirl and suck that had Sam cursing and weak-kneed again. He grabbed Dean’s head with both hands, stilling him. “Stop, stop,” he panted. “Fuck,” his body thrust deep into Dean’s mouth again before he could stop it. He could feel Dean smirk. Only Dean could smirk and suck cock at the same time. Fucker knew he was damn good at it. Sam had hoped that keeping Dean’s hands in play would give him some control but somehow it had just pushed the whole thing past burning hot into incendiary. Sam had almost come just from the look Dean had given him as he tied Dean’s hands behind his back.
Sam had stripped Dean, tied him up, and pushed him down to his heels at the foot of the bed, and Dean had just looked up him, green eyes blazing through those long lashes, thighs spread, cock rock hard and pointed at Sam and Sam had to shove his cock in his mouth. Had to close his eyes against all the wicked damning promises Dean’s body was making. Promises Sam knew damn well he could and would make good on.
Sam pulled out of Dean with a small pop as Dean tightened his lips in an attempt to keep Sam where he wanted it. His cocked throbbed with his pounding heart as Sam braced himself on Dean’s shoulders again, panting, trying to get some control back.
He should have known freeing up Dean’s mouth was a bad idea. Letting Dean talk anytime bordered on bad, during sex, it was fatal. To Sam.
“C’mon, Sammy. Give it to me. Come on.” Dean’s breath was hot on Sam’s stomach as Dean pushed himself up off his heels to mouth over whatever skin he could reach. Sam jerked away as he felt Dean’s questing tongue flick near his dick. A pulse of hot precome slid down him, landing on Dean’s chest. “Yeah, that’s it, Sam. Come on. Let me have. You know you want it. Fuck me face. Do it. Taste so good, little brother.”
“Dean!” Sam moaned. He was hard enough to cut steel and so so close to coming. God damn it, he had wanted to last longer than this. He couldn’t do anything. Couldn’t get away, couldn’t stand up, his legs were barely holding it. He was at Dean’s mercy. He was always at Dean’s mercy. And when it came to fucking Sam, Dean had none. And the fucker knew it.
Dean pushed up onto his knees, forcing Sam straighter. He bucked his head against Sam’s arm. “Get your hands on my head, your fucking cock back in my mouth where it belongs, and fuck my goddamn face already,” he commanded, eyes emerald hard.
“Fuckin Christ,” Sam shout was pained. Sam tried, he really did. He got his hands in Dean’s hair. His body trembled as he tried to get his cock back into Dean’s mouth. Dean, the asshole, wasn’t helping a bit. Just kneeling there with a shit-eating grin on his face, waiting for Sam to do his part.
“So fucking sexy when you’re falling apart.” Dean breathed over Sam’s dick and then leaned back when Sam tried to slide in. Sam’s hands tightened on his head, yanking it forward. Sam slammed in, hitting the back of Dean’s throat. As wrong as it was, the feel of Dean couching and gagging almost sent Sam over the edge. Quickly, he pulled Dean off him. Dean growled.
“Fuck, Sam. Do it, god. You were so close, I could taste it. Taste you. Feel that fat monster cock of your throbbing on my tongue.” Dean groaned. “C’mon on, Sammy. Feed it to me.” Sam knew Dean loved blowing him, could and had done it for hours, keeping Sam wound up tight until he thought he would lose his mind. Sam just panted, beyond speech but not willing to stop, to come just yet. It was so good right here, so mindless, nothing but pleasure and Dean and heat and for once no thoughts. He curled his fingers tight at the base to keep from coming right then. But the feel of his grip was almost too much. He felt Dean pull away.
When he opened his eyes, Dean was sitting back down on his heels. Legs spread, leaning back against the foot of the bed, a smooth arch of muscle from knee to neck. God, Sam should ever open his eyes at times like this. Dean thrust his hips up lazily, pumping into the air. He was almost as hard as Sam, pearls of precome sliding down his gorgeous dick. “Yeah, that’s it,” he grinned. “Do it. Wrap those huge hands around it and come on my face. Let me have it.”
Sam bit off a strangled yell. “Aw - Dean - fuck.” His hand slid up and down, once, twice, and he shuddered.
“Come on my face and then I’m gonna make you lick it all off and -“
Whatever Dean’s plan was for after that, Sam would have to wait to find out. All he could hear was the blood pounding in his head and a white rushing noise as his dick pulsed in his hand and he shot pulse after pulse on Dean’s face, and chest, and stomach.
He slid to the ground, almost on top of Dean. Dean pulls him against his side, running his hand through Sam’s hair and laughing. “Fucking hell, Sammy. Fucking hell.”
Sam huffed out a laugh, heart pounding wildly in his chest as he fought to get his breathing under control. He tilted his head up and looked through the wet hair plastered to his face, just in time to see Dean run a finger through the come on his chest, lift the finger to his mouth, and suck it off. Sam groaned like it hurt. The giant aftershock Dean caused did almost hurt. He really had to learn to keep his eyes shut. But Dean just sitting there was gorgeous. Dean in the middle of sex? Impossible to look away from even if it hurt like staring into the sun. It was worth it.
Dean laughed again, and pulled his slowly finger through the mess on his chest. This time he held it out to Sam. Sam’s mouth opened and Dean put his finger against Sam’s bottom lip. Sam’s tongue flicked out, licking the taste of himself off Dean’s finger. Dean smiled. “Upsy daisy, little brother. You’ve got some cleaning up to do.” He pulled Sam in for a long, devouring kiss. “Then I’m gonna lick you and fuck you until you all you can say is Dean and God.”
Sam shuddered against Dean’s check. “God, Dean.”
“That’s the spirit.” Dean pushed up and slide up the foot of the bed, gently taking Sam with him. It was going to be a long night.
Supernatural
NC-17
~1300 words
Total PWP - Can't even post the first sentence without warnings.
The boys have some down time.
Dean swallowed and Sam wished he had thought to do this closer to the wall, because one look at the tears leaking from Dean’s fucking anime eyes and those lush girlie lips wrapped around his cock and Sam’s knees buckled, thrusting him even deeper down Dean’s throat and making him clench his hands on Dean’s shoulders to stay upright. Sam saw Dean pull against the bandana that tied his hands behind his back, saw the muscles in his thighs bunch up as Sam’s weight pushed him even further down on his heels.
“Ah, fuck. Dean. God.” Sam pulled himself upright, one hand clenched in Dean’s head, the other pushing his cock down away from his body, all the better to slide it down Dean’s throat. “God damn.” Sam pulled back, sliding across Dean’s tongue until just the tip was trapped in Dean’s mouth. Dean clamped his lips just under the head and did a swirl and suck that had Sam cursing and weak-kneed again. He grabbed Dean’s head with both hands, stilling him. “Stop, stop,” he panted. “Fuck,” his body thrust deep into Dean’s mouth again before he could stop it. He could feel Dean smirk. Only Dean could smirk and suck cock at the same time. Fucker knew he was damn good at it. Sam had hoped that keeping Dean’s hands in play would give him some control but somehow it had just pushed the whole thing past burning hot into incendiary. Sam had almost come just from the look Dean had given him as he tied Dean’s hands behind his back.
Sam had stripped Dean, tied him up, and pushed him down to his heels at the foot of the bed, and Dean had just looked up him, green eyes blazing through those long lashes, thighs spread, cock rock hard and pointed at Sam and Sam had to shove his cock in his mouth. Had to close his eyes against all the wicked damning promises Dean’s body was making. Promises Sam knew damn well he could and would make good on.
Sam pulled out of Dean with a small pop as Dean tightened his lips in an attempt to keep Sam where he wanted it. His cocked throbbed with his pounding heart as Sam braced himself on Dean’s shoulders again, panting, trying to get some control back.
He should have known freeing up Dean’s mouth was a bad idea. Letting Dean talk anytime bordered on bad, during sex, it was fatal. To Sam.
“C’mon, Sammy. Give it to me. Come on.” Dean’s breath was hot on Sam’s stomach as Dean pushed himself up off his heels to mouth over whatever skin he could reach. Sam jerked away as he felt Dean’s questing tongue flick near his dick. A pulse of hot precome slid down him, landing on Dean’s chest. “Yeah, that’s it, Sam. Come on. Let me have. You know you want it. Fuck me face. Do it. Taste so good, little brother.”
“Dean!” Sam moaned. He was hard enough to cut steel and so so close to coming. God damn it, he had wanted to last longer than this. He couldn’t do anything. Couldn’t get away, couldn’t stand up, his legs were barely holding it. He was at Dean’s mercy. He was always at Dean’s mercy. And when it came to fucking Sam, Dean had none. And the fucker knew it.
Dean pushed up onto his knees, forcing Sam straighter. He bucked his head against Sam’s arm. “Get your hands on my head, your fucking cock back in my mouth where it belongs, and fuck my goddamn face already,” he commanded, eyes emerald hard.
“Fuckin Christ,” Sam shout was pained. Sam tried, he really did. He got his hands in Dean’s hair. His body trembled as he tried to get his cock back into Dean’s mouth. Dean, the asshole, wasn’t helping a bit. Just kneeling there with a shit-eating grin on his face, waiting for Sam to do his part.
“So fucking sexy when you’re falling apart.” Dean breathed over Sam’s dick and then leaned back when Sam tried to slide in. Sam’s hands tightened on his head, yanking it forward. Sam slammed in, hitting the back of Dean’s throat. As wrong as it was, the feel of Dean couching and gagging almost sent Sam over the edge. Quickly, he pulled Dean off him. Dean growled.
“Fuck, Sam. Do it, god. You were so close, I could taste it. Taste you. Feel that fat monster cock of your throbbing on my tongue.” Dean groaned. “C’mon on, Sammy. Feed it to me.” Sam knew Dean loved blowing him, could and had done it for hours, keeping Sam wound up tight until he thought he would lose his mind. Sam just panted, beyond speech but not willing to stop, to come just yet. It was so good right here, so mindless, nothing but pleasure and Dean and heat and for once no thoughts. He curled his fingers tight at the base to keep from coming right then. But the feel of his grip was almost too much. He felt Dean pull away.
When he opened his eyes, Dean was sitting back down on his heels. Legs spread, leaning back against the foot of the bed, a smooth arch of muscle from knee to neck. God, Sam should ever open his eyes at times like this. Dean thrust his hips up lazily, pumping into the air. He was almost as hard as Sam, pearls of precome sliding down his gorgeous dick. “Yeah, that’s it,” he grinned. “Do it. Wrap those huge hands around it and come on my face. Let me have it.”
Sam bit off a strangled yell. “Aw - Dean - fuck.” His hand slid up and down, once, twice, and he shuddered.
“Come on my face and then I’m gonna make you lick it all off and -“
Whatever Dean’s plan was for after that, Sam would have to wait to find out. All he could hear was the blood pounding in his head and a white rushing noise as his dick pulsed in his hand and he shot pulse after pulse on Dean’s face, and chest, and stomach.
He slid to the ground, almost on top of Dean. Dean pulls him against his side, running his hand through Sam’s hair and laughing. “Fucking hell, Sammy. Fucking hell.”
Sam huffed out a laugh, heart pounding wildly in his chest as he fought to get his breathing under control. He tilted his head up and looked through the wet hair plastered to his face, just in time to see Dean run a finger through the come on his chest, lift the finger to his mouth, and suck it off. Sam groaned like it hurt. The giant aftershock Dean caused did almost hurt. He really had to learn to keep his eyes shut. But Dean just sitting there was gorgeous. Dean in the middle of sex? Impossible to look away from even if it hurt like staring into the sun. It was worth it.
Dean laughed again, and pulled his slowly finger through the mess on his chest. This time he held it out to Sam. Sam’s mouth opened and Dean put his finger against Sam’s bottom lip. Sam’s tongue flicked out, licking the taste of himself off Dean’s finger. Dean smiled. “Upsy daisy, little brother. You’ve got some cleaning up to do.” He pulled Sam in for a long, devouring kiss. “Then I’m gonna lick you and fuck you until you all you can say is Dean and God.”
Sam shuddered against Dean’s check. “God, Dean.”
“That’s the spirit.” Dean pushed up and slide up the foot of the bed, gently taking Sam with him. It was going to be a long night.