Chocolate, by Mackeygenius
Title: Chocolate
Author: Mackeygenius
Rating: R
Word count: 377
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Prompt used: body paint
Warning: slash, incest
Summary: And maybe it's not exactly what his father had in mind, Dean thinks, as he draws the brush coated with chocolate body paint across Sammy's chest but Dean wouldn't have it any other way.
A/N: Tried to write something hot but not really sure with the result. The end may be kind of anti-climatic. *sweatdrop* non-betaed so don't beat me to death for the mistakes, please.
As far as he can remember he always liked candies.
With chocolate it was love at first sight. He loved how it slowly melt on his palate, sweet, warm and tender. When he was young, his Mum used to tease him about it, saying he'll become a confectioner to only eat his sweets. He remembers when Sammy was born, how he tried to slip him discreetly candies because he wanted to show his little brother how good and perfect they were. He remembers his father's carefree laughter, explaining little Sammy was still too young but assuring that when he'll be old enough, Dean would be the first to initiate him to the pleasures of chocolate. Because that's what big brothers do, they show and teach the things they know to their younger siblings.
Yeah, it's fair to say Dean Winchester always had a sweet tooth.
Decades passed and the craving for the dark gold is still there, he hasn't forget his brother's duty. That's why when he sees the jar in the shop-window, he has to buy it. And maybe it's not exactly what his father had in mind, Dean thinks, as he draws the brush coated with chocolate body paint across Sammy's chest but Dean wouldn't have it any other way.
He leans down, sucking the now brown nipples with his warm lips, enjoying the low moans coming from his brother's mouth. The taste of the chocolate hitting his tongue is incredible, because it's sweet and sour and salty when it's mixed with Sam's sweat and skin. Dean never tasted such flavor before, it makes his mouth water and his toes curl. He can't get enough, he's addicted.
Once more he congratulates himself for buying edible body paint, believing it might the best idea of his life. His hungry gaze falls over his brother stretched under him, calculating all the surface he'll be able to cover, for once grateful Sammy is such a giant. Green eyes meet their alter ego and feelings are conveyed without words. A soft brush there and pouty lips are coated with rich brown liquid. Mouths fuse, tongues play, licking, suckling, nibbling, devouring each other until nothing remains. Muffled curses and panted breaths follow.
"Jesus, initiate me to anything you want, Dean."
END
crossposted on http://community.livejournal.com/spn_prompts/
Author: Mackeygenius
Rating: R
Word count: 377
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Prompt used: body paint
Warning: slash, incest
Summary: And maybe it's not exactly what his father had in mind, Dean thinks, as he draws the brush coated with chocolate body paint across Sammy's chest but Dean wouldn't have it any other way.
A/N: Tried to write something hot but not really sure with the result. The end may be kind of anti-climatic. *sweatdrop* non-betaed so don't beat me to death for the mistakes, please.
As far as he can remember he always liked candies.
With chocolate it was love at first sight. He loved how it slowly melt on his palate, sweet, warm and tender. When he was young, his Mum used to tease him about it, saying he'll become a confectioner to only eat his sweets. He remembers when Sammy was born, how he tried to slip him discreetly candies because he wanted to show his little brother how good and perfect they were. He remembers his father's carefree laughter, explaining little Sammy was still too young but assuring that when he'll be old enough, Dean would be the first to initiate him to the pleasures of chocolate. Because that's what big brothers do, they show and teach the things they know to their younger siblings.
Yeah, it's fair to say Dean Winchester always had a sweet tooth.
Decades passed and the craving for the dark gold is still there, he hasn't forget his brother's duty. That's why when he sees the jar in the shop-window, he has to buy it. And maybe it's not exactly what his father had in mind, Dean thinks, as he draws the brush coated with chocolate body paint across Sammy's chest but Dean wouldn't have it any other way.
He leans down, sucking the now brown nipples with his warm lips, enjoying the low moans coming from his brother's mouth. The taste of the chocolate hitting his tongue is incredible, because it's sweet and sour and salty when it's mixed with Sam's sweat and skin. Dean never tasted such flavor before, it makes his mouth water and his toes curl. He can't get enough, he's addicted.
Once more he congratulates himself for buying edible body paint, believing it might the best idea of his life. His hungry gaze falls over his brother stretched under him, calculating all the surface he'll be able to cover, for once grateful Sammy is such a giant. Green eyes meet their alter ego and feelings are conveyed without words. A soft brush there and pouty lips are coated with rich brown liquid. Mouths fuse, tongues play, licking, suckling, nibbling, devouring each other until nothing remains. Muffled curses and panted breaths follow.
"Jesus, initiate me to anything you want, Dean."
END
crossposted on http://community.livejournal.com/spn_prompts/