Fic: Push (Wincest)
Cause this is just too good not to be shared....
Originally posted by lexophilia at Fic: Push (Wincest)
Title: Push
Author: Lexophilia
Disclaimer: The boys are not mine. I just like to play with them.
Sam loves to play with Dean's navel.
It started with him being curious about his brother's body. The way his legs bowed. The way his ass looked is a pair of worn jeans. The way his brother's t-shirt would ride up revealing a tantalizing strip of belly and shallow navel when he would stretch getting out of bed in the morning.
Late at night, when it's just the two of them lying in bed together happy and sated, Sam uses the tip of his index finger to trace the rim of Dean's navel. He's always been fascinated by the soft, yet surprising firmness of the little ring of skin. And sometimes, when it's just the two of them wrapped up in each other's arms, Sam slides his finger from the sensitive rim down into the warm center.
Sometimes, he likes to move his finger in a circular motion within the tight ring letting the sweat from his brother's body slick the slide of his movement..
Sometimes, he pushes his finger in deep enough to feel his brother's aortic pulse beating strong and fast. But no matter what he does, he never pushes in to the point of pain. Pain is not what this is about for him. They both get enough of it in their day to day lives not to need it in the bedroom, too.
But most of the time, it's just the two of them loving each other as only two people who've experienced what they have can.
Sam loves to play with Dean's navel.
That's just how it's always been.
Originally posted by lexophilia at Fic: Push (Wincest)
Title: Push
Author: Lexophilia
Disclaimer: The boys are not mine. I just like to play with them.
Sam loves to play with Dean's navel.
It started with him being curious about his brother's body. The way his legs bowed. The way his ass looked is a pair of worn jeans. The way his brother's t-shirt would ride up revealing a tantalizing strip of belly and shallow navel when he would stretch getting out of bed in the morning.
Late at night, when it's just the two of them lying in bed together happy and sated, Sam uses the tip of his index finger to trace the rim of Dean's navel. He's always been fascinated by the soft, yet surprising firmness of the little ring of skin. And sometimes, when it's just the two of them wrapped up in each other's arms, Sam slides his finger from the sensitive rim down into the warm center.
Sometimes, he likes to move his finger in a circular motion within the tight ring letting the sweat from his brother's body slick the slide of his movement..
Sometimes, he pushes his finger in deep enough to feel his brother's aortic pulse beating strong and fast. But no matter what he does, he never pushes in to the point of pain. Pain is not what this is about for him. They both get enough of it in their day to day lives not to need it in the bedroom, too.
But most of the time, it's just the two of them loving each other as only two people who've experienced what they have can.
Sam loves to play with Dean's navel.
That's just how it's always been.