His breath caught a little at the feel of wings wrapped around him, and it felt wonderful. So much in fact that he leaned back against them, knowing his brother wouldn't let him fall back. They were soft and cushioned him like the finest down pillow. It was awesome. "I love you too, Sammy. Wings and all. Even if you had a horns and a tail instead," he replied with a tiny little grin.
"Yeah, that's just because you'd find a kinky use for a tail, Dean," he said, grinning. He knew what his brother meant, but after all the gooeyness- literally and figuratively- a little humor was in order.
His grin widened as he broke into a laugh, then shrugged. "Well can you blame me? Imagine if it was prehensile and all the nasty things you could do with it." Oh yeah, he'd totally thought about it before, well not in the context of Sam having a tail, but that'd be pretty hot too. It was nice, like this, wrapped in Sam's black wings, able to just lean back against them, head tilting some comfortable as he watched his brother in front of him. "They really are beautiful, you know."
Sam looked at his wings more objectively now, trying to see the beauty his brother saw. The shimmering, glossy black of the feathers made them seem almost holographic as he shifted them to bear Dean's weight. He was comfortable here; wrapped up in his brother and isolated by his wings. It made him feel like all that mattered in the world was the two of them. "They are," he finally admitted. "But I still think they'd look better on you."
"Well, if there was a way to swap 'em I wouldn't mind it, since I know it bothers you, even though I keep telling you how awesome you look." He grinned a little and nestled back into the wings, trying to show Sam how awesome they were that he felt he could just doze off like this, utterly surrounded by his brother.
Sam smiled softly at his brother. "If you really like them, I'll keep them," he promised. He have to figure out how to wear a shirt with them, but maybe it was possible to hide them like Castiel did. That would be much more convenient than just walking around with them.
"You don't have to, I know you don't like 'em," he said as he frowned a little. "I don't want you to keep them just because of me, okay? Yeah sure I like them and all but I take no pleasure knowing that you hate them -- okay, except when I came all over them, that was totally pleasure, but you know what I mean."
"I could get used to them," he assured. "Especially if that's the effect they have on you." He gave his brother a grin as his wings tightened around them, pushing them closer together. "It would be so worth it." And it was true. Sam would do anything for Dean, and this was no exception. His brother liked the wings, so they were staying.
"Sam, you don't--" His breath hitched a little when Sam used the wings to pull him closer and fuck, that wasn't supposed to be that hot. His back arched slightly and he bit back a low groan. "Yeah, okay," he murmured, totally not about to fight Sam on this one, especially when those wings were touching him like that.
Sam smirked victoriously at his brother's reaction, pleased he'd agreed so easily. He had expected a bit more of a fight, but this only proved how hot his new wings got his brother. The younger Winchester had every intention of using that to his advantage. "I wish I could have seen them," he said quietly, trying to pull a reaction from Dean. "All marked up with your come. I can still feel the tackiness of it on my feathers."
His green eyes darkened at the memory of doing just that, how hot it looked watching his come cover his brother's wings, rubbing it in to the feathers, feeling them stick together slightly from it. He licked his lips as he looked at the wings surrounding them, then back to his brother. "It felt so fuckin' good. Could tell you were liking it, the way they moved and twitched when I came all over them."
"I like everything you do to me, De," he promised. Especially the more possessive actions he managed to pull from his brother. He loved the feeling of being claimed by Dean, and if his brother asked, he wouldn't hesitate to admit it. He knew Dean got off on marking him up just as much as Sam got off on being marked up. It was one of the reasons they fit so well together.
"And I love doin' it all to you," he murmured out as he leaned up and tugged Sam down into a kiss, slow and easy, a low moan escaping him as he swept his tongue across the seam of his lips. But then he pulled back and turned his head to brush his mouth across the black feathers that coccooned them, eyes never leaving is brother's face, even as he mouthed against them, kissing them gently.
Sam groaned softly, watching as his brother's lips pressed against his feathers. The sight was almost as pleasurable as the feeling, and the wing gently pressed toward Dean, wanting more attention.
Dean pressed his face into the feathers, soft and warm, blanketing and nipped and nibbled at them, teeth grazing down the quills and along the bone that he could reach. "C'mon Sammy, want you to touch me," he groaned out softly, rocking forward against the air.
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