Sam whimpered, fingers twisting in the sheets as he pressed back against his brother. He loved when Dean made him beg for it; loved when he made him say exactly what he wanted. His brother loved to hear Sam talk dirty as much as Sam liked hearing Dean do it. "Want you to come all over me, Dean," he begged.
Dean moaned as he ground against Sam's ass again, fingers digging in and fisting hard in the inky dark wings. God, he was getting off on this so hard, it should be shameful. "Gonna touch yourself, Sammy? Gonna jerk off to me coming all over your wings?" Dean panted out as he leaned own to mouth along the arch of Sam's wing, the velvety bone slender beneath his lips as he gently bit down, not nearly hard enough to break the tender skin, as he jerked against Sam, moaning loudly.
Sam gave a strangled sound at the bite, electricity arcing up his spine. He couldn't believe how sensitive the wings were to touch, but then again, he was sure it wasn't touch in general. Only Dean would ever be able to make him feel this way. "W-won't need to."
"Jesus," he breathed out, groaning. "You gonna come just from me playing with your wings?" he asked, cause that sounded like the hottest thing that could ever happen. Wouldn't even need to touch Sam, or fuck him, and his brother would be getting off because of him. He moaned loudly as he rocked against his brother's ass, tongue running over the ridge of Sam's wing, fingers tugging at the feathers, twisting them gently.
"God, yes," he keened, still pushing back against Dean. He wanted so much more, but he didn't want his brother to stop worshiping his wings either. If they got Dean this hot, maybe he'd keep them for a while. He was curious to see how his older brother would react to being touched by the silken feathers. "Feels so good, De."
"Fuck, Sam, you're so hot.. You look so good like this," he moaned out, hips bucking. Then he was tugging one hand back to fumble with his jeans, pulling them open and shoving them down. "God, Sam," he panted out, tugging his cock out and stroking it hard and fast, moaning out as he shoved his hips into his fist. His other gripped and tugged at the feathers, hand sliding up to grip at the wing itself, tugging gently.
Sam cried out, voice going hoarse as the tug ripped his orgasm from him. His whole body shook from the force of it, and he was sure he'd never come that hard in his life. He panted hard, boneless against the sheets. He hadn't even needed to rub himself against the bed, Dean's hands on his wings more than enough to push him over the edge.
"Oh fuck," Dean gasped out, watching the way Sam's body arched as he cried out and not just his body but his wings too. They flared out wide, twitching and shaking with his brothers orgasm and it was enough to tip him over the edge. "S-Shit, Sam!" Dean shouted, hand jerking fast over his cock, hips shoving hard into his fist as he came, a low groan escaping him when he did. Pressing his hand aganist Sam's back to steady him, he arched up and jerked his dick as he spilled over Sam's wings, thick ropes of white hitting them and making him groan at the sight of it, riding through the pleasure and when he was done, he reached out and rubbed the tacky come into his brothers jet black wings.
Sam gave a quiet whimper, feeling his brother's come hitting his wings. The warmth of it soaked into the skin beneath his feathers, and a groan left him as Dean rubbed it in. There was something distinctly possessive about the action, and Sam couldn't help but love it. "Jesus, Dean."
"Now they're even better, with my come all over them." He leaned down and pressed his mouth to Sam's cheek, kissing him softly. "It's not just the wings that get me hot, Sammy. It's cause they're you're wings."
"Do you have any idea how sappy you are right now?" But the smile on his face contradicted his words. He loved when his brother expressed his affection in words as much as when he did it with touch. It made him feel cherished and loved in a way he'd never felt before.
"Shuddap, you know you love me for it," he muttered and yeah he wasn't much of a chick flick person but.. well, Sam was worth the slight embarrassment he felt whenever he said something sappy. It was worth the smile and the light in his brother's eyes and the way it practically makes him melt.
"Lemme up," he said, shifting. He wanted to sit up so he could properly kiss his brother, and maybe wrap him up in his wings. He wanted to see what it felt like when the world narrowed down to just them.
Collecting himself, Dean sat up and moved back, tucking himself back into his jeans and boxers but didn't bother unbuttoning them. "Was I hurtin' you?" he asked, raising a brow and he had to move slightly so the wings didn't whack him in the face or anything when Sam sat up. Dean grinned when Sam turned and he immediately leaned in to kiss Sam, enjoying the fact that he could now.
"You could never hurt me, De," he promised, melting happily into his brother's kiss. His wings slowly shifted to wrap around the two of them, narrowing their world to Dean and Sam. The younger Winchester's heart swelled at the emotion flowing through him. "God, I love you, Dean."
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