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Title: Fall At Your Feet.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Plot? What plot?? Wincesty blowjob porn. The best kind, really.
Disclaimer: Not real. Never happened. Sadly...
A/N: Written for tj_smartz, cos it's her birthday. *blows up balloons and bakes cake*
Mkay, this is totally un-beta'd, and totally rushed, so just try to ignore any crapness, k? The muse has disppeared, and I lost half of what I'd written cos I suck and forgot to save it. And when I had to rewrite it my muse was even more hor-ish. So yeah, it's a little all over the place...and yeah. :(
*shuts up and stops rambling*
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TONI!
I love you LOTS, and I hope you have the best day ever, you deserve it, darling ♥♥♥♥♥
This is also written for the lovely and beautiful nicenicegirl cos I promised her blowjob porn months ago! Hope you like it, darling ♥ *smooshes*
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Sam slides his hand around the back of Dean's neck and moans quietly as he runs his fingers up and into his hair.
"Fuck, Dean." he whispers, as he looks down and watches his brother.
Dean's on his knees, mouthing at the hard line of Sam's cock through the rough fabric of his jeans. Long eyelashes sweeping his cheeks, a calm, almost angelic look on his face. His lips, chin, nose, all pressing against his brother's cock, kissing, rubbing, nuzzling.
"Dean, please..." Sam murmurs, his eyes briefly fluttering shut as he realizes he's already gently rocking forward against Dean's lips. He needs to feel the wet warmth of his brother's mouth around his cock. Now.
Dean pulls back a little, his fingers beginning to work quickly at Sam's fly. He smirks up at Sam, his palm pressing hard against Sam's cock as he slides down the zip and begins to pull down his brother's pants.
Sam closes his eyes and tips his head back against the wall. The hard surface of the wall against his head a sharp contrast to the soft fingers now suddenly encasing his cock.
Sam's breathing hitches as he feels Dean's warm grip slide to the base of his cock and stay there. He bites his lip and rocks gently forward, expecting Dean's hand to slide back up again. When it doesn't, Sam rocks forward again. Nothing.
His eyes fly open and he looks down at Dean, only to be met with a smirk that is only inches away from his cock.
"Don't fucking tease, Dean. Just suck my cock already." Sam says, half glaring, half smirking.
Dean quirks an eyebrow and moves his grip slowly up the hard length of Sam's cock.
"Somethin' got you all worked up there, Sammy?" Dean holds Sam's gaze with his own as he licks slowly around the smooth head of his brother's cock before pulling his hand away and letting it fall to his side.
"You want me to suck your cock?" Murmurs Dean, as he pulls his mouth away and smirks up at Sam. "Make me."
"Oh, you wanna play it like, do you, Dean? Fine." With a smile forming at the corner of his mouth, Sam encircles his own hand around his cock and takes half a step forward, closing the already small gap between them. His cock is only an inch from Dean's face as he begins to slowly slide his hand up and down his length.
He looks down into Dean's eyes and gently presses the tip of his cock against Dean's mouth before dragging it slowly along his lower lip.
"You like my cock, don't you Dean?" He stills his hand at the base of his cock, watching, waiting.
"Gets you hard, sucking off your little brother, doesn't it?" He smiles as Dean nods slowly and lets his eyes fall shut.
With his other hand, Sam reaches down and strokes his fingers lightly along the line of Dean's jaw and across his lips. He feels the warmth of Dean's breath against his fingers and repeats the action with his cock.
"Sammy..." whispers Dean, his tongue flicking over the knuckles of Sam's fingers.
Sam slides his thumb across Dean's parted lips and cups his cheek with the palm of his hand. He bites his lip hard as he watches Dean turn his head and flick his tongue over the soft skin of Sam's wrist. Sam closes his eyes and lets out a quiet moan as he feels Dean press his lips firmly against his pulse point before flicking his tongue under the black band encircling his wrist.
"Such a pretty mouth, Dean. Know what I'm gonna do to it?" Sam whispers, as he opens his eyes and gently turns Dean's head with his hand. He presses the head of his cock between his lips, smiling at how perfectly it seems to fit.
"Tell me." Dean whispers, eyes closed, his mouth and tongue chasing Sam's cock as it slides back out again.
"I'm gonna fuck your mouth hard, Dean. And then I'm gonna come right down your throat." Dean moans quietly, and leans in to latch his lips onto the side of Sam's cock, sliding his mouth slowly up and down, sucking gently.
Sam moans out his brother's name and grips his neck even harder. It's almost too much for him, and he pulls back a little. Who's in control here? He thinks to himself. Who cares.
"Suck my cock, Dean. Please." he gets out, a little breathlessly. He lets go of his cock, tired of the game playing, and lets Dean take over. He lets his head tip back and moans quietly in anticipation.
"Now who's begging, Sammy boy?" Dean murmurs as his fingers curl around Sam's long, flushed, and now very hard cock. He idly runs his fingertip along the vein that runs down the side, and rubs his thumb teasingly across the tip.
"Please..." whispers Sam, again. He threads his fingers into Dean's hair, half pulling him forward, half pushing him back, as he tries to rock gently against his mouth.
Dean simply nods and suddenly closes his mouth around the smooth head of Sam's cock, earning him a groan from somewhere deep inside Sam's chest. He sucks gently, his tongue massaging slowly, and he slides his hand up and down.
Sam's thrusting forward now, trying to get more of his cock into his brother's mouth. Feels so good. So warm and wet. He looks down and moans at the sight before him. Dean's eyes are closed, his cheeks are flushed and hollowing out as he works his mouth further down to meet his hand. He looks so peaceful, so perfect.
"Fuck. Dean" He says, punctuating it with a moan.
He knows he's not going to last much longer and starts thrusting harder into Dean's mouth. His grip tightens around the back of his neck and before he knows it, Dean's head is still and he's letting Sam fuck his mouth.
God. He thinks. The trust Dean shows him, staggers him sometimes.
He feels Dean's hands come up the side of his thighs and rest on his hips and he thrusts forward slowly again.
"Fuck..." he murmurs, licking his lips, his breathing now shallow and fast. He grips Dean's hair even harder, tugging him forward.
"Gonna come all down your throat, Dean. Gonna make you take you it all." He feels Dean's moan vibrate around his cock and he bites his lip hard as Dean's hand slides round to his ass.
Sam pushes his ass back as he feels a finger press against his hole, and he cries out as he thrusts forward into his brother's mouth once more.
He looks down at Dean and sees him staring right back at him. He holds Dean's gaze, doesn't look away, as he presses his cock further and further into Dean's mouth.
He keeps it there, rocking into Dean's mouth, feeling his cock touch the back of his throat. He feels Dean moan around it, and Sam tries to pull back a little, doesn't want to hurt him. But he feels Dean's hand on his hip, pulling him forward, urging him into the warm wet heat of his mouth.
And it's his undoing, he can't take anymore.
"Dean..." he groans out, as his head tips back and his release rips through his body. His feels his legs shake as his come fills his brother's mouth, and he releases his grip on Dean's hair and lets his hand drop to his shoulder.
He's still thrusting, slower now, and he moans again as he looks down and watches Dean close his eyes and swallow it down.
"Oh Dean, fuck..." he murmurs between breaths. He feels weak, he can't stand anymore. So he slides his cock out of Dean's mouth and shakily falls to his knees.
Dean's smiling at him, but says nothing. Just leans in and gently presses his mouth to Sam's. He parts Sam's lips with his tongue, earning a quiet moan from Sam as he tastes himself in his brother's mouth.
"Now it's my turn, Sam."
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Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Plot? What plot?? Wincesty blowjob porn. The best kind, really.
Disclaimer: Not real. Never happened. Sadly...
A/N: Written for tj_smartz, cos it's her birthday. *blows up balloons and bakes cake*
Mkay, this is totally un-beta'd, and totally rushed, so just try to ignore any crapness, k? The muse has disppeared, and I lost half of what I'd written cos I suck and forgot to save it. And when I had to rewrite it my muse was even more hor-ish. So yeah, it's a little all over the place...and yeah. :(
*shuts up and stops rambling*
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TONI!
I love you LOTS, and I hope you have the best day ever, you deserve it, darling ♥♥♥♥♥
This is also written for the lovely and beautiful nicenicegirl cos I promised her blowjob porn months ago! Hope you like it, darling ♥ *smooshes*
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Sam slides his hand around the back of Dean's neck and moans quietly as he runs his fingers up and into his hair.
"Fuck, Dean." he whispers, as he looks down and watches his brother.
Dean's on his knees, mouthing at the hard line of Sam's cock through the rough fabric of his jeans. Long eyelashes sweeping his cheeks, a calm, almost angelic look on his face. His lips, chin, nose, all pressing against his brother's cock, kissing, rubbing, nuzzling.
"Dean, please..." Sam murmurs, his eyes briefly fluttering shut as he realizes he's already gently rocking forward against Dean's lips. He needs to feel the wet warmth of his brother's mouth around his cock. Now.
Dean pulls back a little, his fingers beginning to work quickly at Sam's fly. He smirks up at Sam, his palm pressing hard against Sam's cock as he slides down the zip and begins to pull down his brother's pants.
Sam closes his eyes and tips his head back against the wall. The hard surface of the wall against his head a sharp contrast to the soft fingers now suddenly encasing his cock.
Sam's breathing hitches as he feels Dean's warm grip slide to the base of his cock and stay there. He bites his lip and rocks gently forward, expecting Dean's hand to slide back up again. When it doesn't, Sam rocks forward again. Nothing.
His eyes fly open and he looks down at Dean, only to be met with a smirk that is only inches away from his cock.
"Don't fucking tease, Dean. Just suck my cock already." Sam says, half glaring, half smirking.
Dean quirks an eyebrow and moves his grip slowly up the hard length of Sam's cock.
"Somethin' got you all worked up there, Sammy?" Dean holds Sam's gaze with his own as he licks slowly around the smooth head of his brother's cock before pulling his hand away and letting it fall to his side.
"You want me to suck your cock?" Murmurs Dean, as he pulls his mouth away and smirks up at Sam. "Make me."
"Oh, you wanna play it like, do you, Dean? Fine." With a smile forming at the corner of his mouth, Sam encircles his own hand around his cock and takes half a step forward, closing the already small gap between them. His cock is only an inch from Dean's face as he begins to slowly slide his hand up and down his length.
He looks down into Dean's eyes and gently presses the tip of his cock against Dean's mouth before dragging it slowly along his lower lip.
"You like my cock, don't you Dean?" He stills his hand at the base of his cock, watching, waiting.
"Gets you hard, sucking off your little brother, doesn't it?" He smiles as Dean nods slowly and lets his eyes fall shut.
With his other hand, Sam reaches down and strokes his fingers lightly along the line of Dean's jaw and across his lips. He feels the warmth of Dean's breath against his fingers and repeats the action with his cock.
"Sammy..." whispers Dean, his tongue flicking over the knuckles of Sam's fingers.
Sam slides his thumb across Dean's parted lips and cups his cheek with the palm of his hand. He bites his lip hard as he watches Dean turn his head and flick his tongue over the soft skin of Sam's wrist. Sam closes his eyes and lets out a quiet moan as he feels Dean press his lips firmly against his pulse point before flicking his tongue under the black band encircling his wrist.
"Such a pretty mouth, Dean. Know what I'm gonna do to it?" Sam whispers, as he opens his eyes and gently turns Dean's head with his hand. He presses the head of his cock between his lips, smiling at how perfectly it seems to fit.
"Tell me." Dean whispers, eyes closed, his mouth and tongue chasing Sam's cock as it slides back out again.
"I'm gonna fuck your mouth hard, Dean. And then I'm gonna come right down your throat." Dean moans quietly, and leans in to latch his lips onto the side of Sam's cock, sliding his mouth slowly up and down, sucking gently.
Sam moans out his brother's name and grips his neck even harder. It's almost too much for him, and he pulls back a little. Who's in control here? He thinks to himself. Who cares.
"Suck my cock, Dean. Please." he gets out, a little breathlessly. He lets go of his cock, tired of the game playing, and lets Dean take over. He lets his head tip back and moans quietly in anticipation.
"Now who's begging, Sammy boy?" Dean murmurs as his fingers curl around Sam's long, flushed, and now very hard cock. He idly runs his fingertip along the vein that runs down the side, and rubs his thumb teasingly across the tip.
"Please..." whispers Sam, again. He threads his fingers into Dean's hair, half pulling him forward, half pushing him back, as he tries to rock gently against his mouth.
Dean simply nods and suddenly closes his mouth around the smooth head of Sam's cock, earning him a groan from somewhere deep inside Sam's chest. He sucks gently, his tongue massaging slowly, and he slides his hand up and down.
Sam's thrusting forward now, trying to get more of his cock into his brother's mouth. Feels so good. So warm and wet. He looks down and moans at the sight before him. Dean's eyes are closed, his cheeks are flushed and hollowing out as he works his mouth further down to meet his hand. He looks so peaceful, so perfect.
"Fuck. Dean" He says, punctuating it with a moan.
He knows he's not going to last much longer and starts thrusting harder into Dean's mouth. His grip tightens around the back of his neck and before he knows it, Dean's head is still and he's letting Sam fuck his mouth.
God. He thinks. The trust Dean shows him, staggers him sometimes.
He feels Dean's hands come up the side of his thighs and rest on his hips and he thrusts forward slowly again.
"Fuck..." he murmurs, licking his lips, his breathing now shallow and fast. He grips Dean's hair even harder, tugging him forward.
"Gonna come all down your throat, Dean. Gonna make you take you it all." He feels Dean's moan vibrate around his cock and he bites his lip hard as Dean's hand slides round to his ass.
Sam pushes his ass back as he feels a finger press against his hole, and he cries out as he thrusts forward into his brother's mouth once more.
He looks down at Dean and sees him staring right back at him. He holds Dean's gaze, doesn't look away, as he presses his cock further and further into Dean's mouth.
He keeps it there, rocking into Dean's mouth, feeling his cock touch the back of his throat. He feels Dean moan around it, and Sam tries to pull back a little, doesn't want to hurt him. But he feels Dean's hand on his hip, pulling him forward, urging him into the warm wet heat of his mouth.
And it's his undoing, he can't take anymore.
"Dean..." he groans out, as his head tips back and his release rips through his body. His feels his legs shake as his come fills his brother's mouth, and he releases his grip on Dean's hair and lets his hand drop to his shoulder.
He's still thrusting, slower now, and he moans again as he looks down and watches Dean close his eyes and swallow it down.
"Oh Dean, fuck..." he murmurs between breaths. He feels weak, he can't stand anymore. So he slides his cock out of Dean's mouth and shakily falls to his knees.
Dean's smiling at him, but says nothing. Just leans in and gently presses his mouth to Sam's. He parts Sam's lips with his tongue, earning a quiet moan from Sam as he tastes himself in his brother's mouth.
"Now it's my turn, Sam."
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