spn_30snapshots: Need You (11. Heated)
Title: Need You
Author: beatlemaniac9
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Claim: Sam/Dean
Theme: 7: Get Your Kink On
Prompt(s): 11. Heated
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I put in a request to Santa for this, but no dice. I do not own. :(
Summary: The second the door closes, Dean finds himself pinned to said door.
The moment Dean shut the door of their motel room, he found himself pressed firmly against it by his gigantor of a little brother. Claiming licks and nips at his throat caused him to moan, while Sam's hands at his belt had him rolling his hips forward wantonly.
"Want it so bad, don't you, Dean." Sam teased, yanking Dean's jeans off one handed as he unfastened his own pants.
"Please...Sammy-" Dean whimpered, cutting off as Sam's hand found his erection.
"Gonna make you feel so good, baby." Sam promised, hoisting him into his arms and throwing him onto the bed.
They’d only just started this…thing between the two of them, but it felt like an all-consuming fire. The need that both men demonstrated in the past few days was intoxicating. Nothing got done in the way of hunting, but that was an issue they’d talk about later. Right now, the more pressing issue was the one in his brother’s hand.
Sam stroked Dean’s length with expert hands, not too tight, or too loose. Dean struggled to reciprocate, but when he finally got his own hand working, Sam through back his head, drowning in the pleasure. Within minutes, they each found themselves falling over the edge.
Sam collapsed on top of Dean before rolling off, taking his brother’s hand in his own.
Author: beatlemaniac9
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Claim: Sam/Dean
Theme: 7: Get Your Kink On
Prompt(s): 11. Heated
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I put in a request to Santa for this, but no dice. I do not own. :(
Summary: The second the door closes, Dean finds himself pinned to said door.
The moment Dean shut the door of their motel room, he found himself pressed firmly against it by his gigantor of a little brother. Claiming licks and nips at his throat caused him to moan, while Sam's hands at his belt had him rolling his hips forward wantonly.
"Want it so bad, don't you, Dean." Sam teased, yanking Dean's jeans off one handed as he unfastened his own pants.
"Please...Sammy-" Dean whimpered, cutting off as Sam's hand found his erection.
"Gonna make you feel so good, baby." Sam promised, hoisting him into his arms and throwing him onto the bed.
They’d only just started this…thing between the two of them, but it felt like an all-consuming fire. The need that both men demonstrated in the past few days was intoxicating. Nothing got done in the way of hunting, but that was an issue they’d talk about later. Right now, the more pressing issue was the one in his brother’s hand.
Sam stroked Dean’s length with expert hands, not too tight, or too loose. Dean struggled to reciprocate, but when he finally got his own hand working, Sam through back his head, drowning in the pleasure. Within minutes, they each found themselves falling over the edge.
Sam collapsed on top of Dean before rolling off, taking his brother’s hand in his own.