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Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Dean (warning for underage)
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #10, Dirty Talk
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Sam springs another surprise on Dean.
There had been many unexpected twists and turns that developed over the past few months as the Winchester brothers started their journey down Incest Road. The first, of course, being the fact that they even ended up on that particular stretch of highway to begin with. Sam was only fifteen, but he’d been pushing this for a good long while, and Dean’s resolve was not infinite. One night when they were alone and Sam had climbed into his bed again, he just gave in to it, unable (or just unwilling) to fight against the tide any longer.
Surprise numero uno, Sammy wasn’t a virgin. Dean had assumed he was, only because he figured his brother would tell him about it if he’d had sex. Ask him for some pointers, or at least try to brag about it. But no, he’d kept it to himself that he’d nailed a girl from his history class two towns back just a week after his birthday. Still, for someone with only a little experience, Sam was surprisingly adept at some aspects of physical intimacy. Kissing, for example. Another unforeseen bonus for Dean. His little brother kissed like it was the end of the world, put his whole body into it, made Dean dizzy from it, which was saying something considering Dean’s vast and varied experience with kissing. No girl he’d even known kissed like Sam, and he was pretty sure that would hold true for the rest of his life.
The really big shocker, though, was also related to Sam’s mouth. When they first started, he was a bit shy, unsure of himself in some ways. He was always vocal, though, making enough noise that they either had to make sure their dad was gone or that Dean had a hand available to clap over Sam’s mouth if he got too loud. After a while, though, as Sam got more comfortable and confident, Dean suddenly lost all motivation to shut his brother up.
Sammy had a filthy fucking mouth. Dean could sometimes hardly believe that this sweet boy, who still gently carried spiders out of the house instead of just stepping on them, who beamed with pride when he got an A on an essay, who could bat his eyelashes and get an extra scoop of ice cream from a diner waitress, was capable of spouting off the dirtiest sex talk Dean had ever heard outside a porno. Of course, this was better because it was real. And it was just for him.
The first time it happened, Dean thought he might never recover. They’d been fooling around, getting naked, making their way to the main event, when Sam pulled off Dean’s dick and said, “Why don’t you just fuck my mouth, huh? You know it’s what you want.” When Dean was so taken aback that he could only groan in response, Sam just guided Dean’s hands to his hair and kept talking. “Hold on to me, baby, and just fuck my mouth, I can take it. I wanna choke on it, De.” And aw, fuck, did he have to throw that in? De? Really? Well, that was just fine. Dean grabbed onto Sam’s hair and held him in place while he gave him a good face-fucking. When Sam just moaned around it, swallowing around his gag reflex and taking it while tears ran down his face, the (admittedly very small) part of Dean’s brain that was still functioning nearly short-circuited. Before he knew it, he was ready to spill right down Sam’s throat.
But oh, no, surprise again, Dean. Sam pulled off enough so that his mouth filled with his brother’s release, but he didn’t swallow, just held it there while Dean recovered for a minute. Well, sort of recovered. Until Sam moved up onto his knees, pushing Dean’s legs back toward his chest. He spit all Dean’s cum into his hand and said, “My turn now. Gonna use your spunk to open you up, get you all wet and ready, moaning like a whore.” Dean barely had a second to process the words before Sam had two cum-slicked fingers inside of him, and all he could do was slam his head back against the pillow and try to bite back a shout. “Yeah”, Sam said, and oh God, was he still talking? “You don’t just moan like a whore, you are a whore. A slut for my fingers, my cock. Aren’t you, De?” he asked, twisting his fingers until he brushed against Dean’s prostate, which resulted in Dean nearly jumping off the mattress.
Sam just chuckled and added another finger. “You ready for my dick now? Ready for me to fuck you so hard you’ll feel it for a week? Huh?” Dean still was unable to form actual words, so he got a little encouragement when Sam reached his other hand up and slapped his cheek, not hard, just enough to sting a little. “Answer me.”
“Y-yeah, baby boy, yeah, I’m ready, please…”
Without further delay, Sam slicked himself up and pushed into Dean with one slow, persistent thrust. They both took just a second to catch their breath and then Sam set about keeping his promise, slamming into Dean hard enough to knock him back several inches toward the head of their bed. “So tight for me, feels so damn hot, you’re gonna make me come. You want me to fill you up, De? Get you all messy? Such a cockslut, I know you can’t wait to feel me leaking out of you.”
Not wanting to get hit again, Dean gathered his wits and replied, “Yes, I - fuck, fuck, yes, I w-want it, feels so good Sammy.”
When Sam shuddered and came with a guttural cry, he instantly slid down and rested his head on Dean’s chest.
“Where’d you learn to talk like that, boy? You never even curse when you get pissed or hurt yourself!”
“Don’t you worry about that, Dean. We both like it, right?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Okay then. Go and get us a towel or something, I’m getting sleepy.”
And there he was, right back again, the Sam with the puppy dog eyes and the sweet smile.
This was just gonna get better and better.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Dean (warning for underage)
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #10, Dirty Talk
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Sam springs another surprise on Dean.
There had been many unexpected twists and turns that developed over the past few months as the Winchester brothers started their journey down Incest Road. The first, of course, being the fact that they even ended up on that particular stretch of highway to begin with. Sam was only fifteen, but he’d been pushing this for a good long while, and Dean’s resolve was not infinite. One night when they were alone and Sam had climbed into his bed again, he just gave in to it, unable (or just unwilling) to fight against the tide any longer.
Surprise numero uno, Sammy wasn’t a virgin. Dean had assumed he was, only because he figured his brother would tell him about it if he’d had sex. Ask him for some pointers, or at least try to brag about it. But no, he’d kept it to himself that he’d nailed a girl from his history class two towns back just a week after his birthday. Still, for someone with only a little experience, Sam was surprisingly adept at some aspects of physical intimacy. Kissing, for example. Another unforeseen bonus for Dean. His little brother kissed like it was the end of the world, put his whole body into it, made Dean dizzy from it, which was saying something considering Dean’s vast and varied experience with kissing. No girl he’d even known kissed like Sam, and he was pretty sure that would hold true for the rest of his life.
The really big shocker, though, was also related to Sam’s mouth. When they first started, he was a bit shy, unsure of himself in some ways. He was always vocal, though, making enough noise that they either had to make sure their dad was gone or that Dean had a hand available to clap over Sam’s mouth if he got too loud. After a while, though, as Sam got more comfortable and confident, Dean suddenly lost all motivation to shut his brother up.
Sammy had a filthy fucking mouth. Dean could sometimes hardly believe that this sweet boy, who still gently carried spiders out of the house instead of just stepping on them, who beamed with pride when he got an A on an essay, who could bat his eyelashes and get an extra scoop of ice cream from a diner waitress, was capable of spouting off the dirtiest sex talk Dean had ever heard outside a porno. Of course, this was better because it was real. And it was just for him.
The first time it happened, Dean thought he might never recover. They’d been fooling around, getting naked, making their way to the main event, when Sam pulled off Dean’s dick and said, “Why don’t you just fuck my mouth, huh? You know it’s what you want.” When Dean was so taken aback that he could only groan in response, Sam just guided Dean’s hands to his hair and kept talking. “Hold on to me, baby, and just fuck my mouth, I can take it. I wanna choke on it, De.” And aw, fuck, did he have to throw that in? De? Really? Well, that was just fine. Dean grabbed onto Sam’s hair and held him in place while he gave him a good face-fucking. When Sam just moaned around it, swallowing around his gag reflex and taking it while tears ran down his face, the (admittedly very small) part of Dean’s brain that was still functioning nearly short-circuited. Before he knew it, he was ready to spill right down Sam’s throat.
But oh, no, surprise again, Dean. Sam pulled off enough so that his mouth filled with his brother’s release, but he didn’t swallow, just held it there while Dean recovered for a minute. Well, sort of recovered. Until Sam moved up onto his knees, pushing Dean’s legs back toward his chest. He spit all Dean’s cum into his hand and said, “My turn now. Gonna use your spunk to open you up, get you all wet and ready, moaning like a whore.” Dean barely had a second to process the words before Sam had two cum-slicked fingers inside of him, and all he could do was slam his head back against the pillow and try to bite back a shout. “Yeah”, Sam said, and oh God, was he still talking? “You don’t just moan like a whore, you are a whore. A slut for my fingers, my cock. Aren’t you, De?” he asked, twisting his fingers until he brushed against Dean’s prostate, which resulted in Dean nearly jumping off the mattress.
Sam just chuckled and added another finger. “You ready for my dick now? Ready for me to fuck you so hard you’ll feel it for a week? Huh?” Dean still was unable to form actual words, so he got a little encouragement when Sam reached his other hand up and slapped his cheek, not hard, just enough to sting a little. “Answer me.”
“Y-yeah, baby boy, yeah, I’m ready, please…”
Without further delay, Sam slicked himself up and pushed into Dean with one slow, persistent thrust. They both took just a second to catch their breath and then Sam set about keeping his promise, slamming into Dean hard enough to knock him back several inches toward the head of their bed. “So tight for me, feels so damn hot, you’re gonna make me come. You want me to fill you up, De? Get you all messy? Such a cockslut, I know you can’t wait to feel me leaking out of you.”
Not wanting to get hit again, Dean gathered his wits and replied, “Yes, I - fuck, fuck, yes, I w-want it, feels so good Sammy.”
When Sam shuddered and came with a guttural cry, he instantly slid down and rested his head on Dean’s chest.
“Where’d you learn to talk like that, boy? You never even curse when you get pissed or hurt yourself!”
“Don’t you worry about that, Dean. We both like it, right?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Okay then. Go and get us a towel or something, I’m getting sleepy.”
And there he was, right back again, the Sam with the puppy dog eyes and the sweet smile.
This was just gonna get better and better.