Fanfic - SPN: Sammy Sundae (Sam/Dean)
Title: Sammy Sundae [Interlude from "A Normal Day"]
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Prompt: 074-Playful for 100moods, challenge table here. 15-Food Play for 50kinkyways, challenge table here. 003-Food for sam_slut_a_thon, challenge table here.
Word Count: 100 words.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: Slash. Wincest. Food!kink. Kink. Holiday theme. Graphic m/m sex. Smut. PWP. Interlude. No spoilers.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: This is why Dean needed all the fixings for a sundae.
Author's Notes: My muse wanted this in the Evil!Sammy Universe, but I put my foot down. Sort of.
He remembered a birthday, years past, when his mouth had been stuffed full of chocolate-sauce-covered cock. Sam, it seemed, made a damn tasty sundae, a noisy and lively dessert. There were vanilla ice cream puddles in hipbone dents like sweet gutters for Dean to slip his tongue in, and rainbow sprinkles on washboard abs like candied confetti celebrating their sex, and, to top it all off, a syrup-soaked cherry to share between tongues. Not to mention the repeated "oh fuck" that was all Sam could say, making Dean fuck the sheets sticky as brotherly hips pumped up into his face.
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Prompt: 074-Playful for 100moods, challenge table here. 15-Food Play for 50kinkyways, challenge table here. 003-Food for sam_slut_a_thon, challenge table here.
Word Count: 100 words.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: Slash. Wincest. Food!kink. Kink. Holiday theme. Graphic m/m sex. Smut. PWP. Interlude. No spoilers.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: This is why Dean needed all the fixings for a sundae.
Author's Notes: My muse wanted this in the Evil!Sammy Universe, but I put my foot down. Sort of.
He remembered a birthday, years past, when his mouth had been stuffed full of chocolate-sauce-covered cock. Sam, it seemed, made a damn tasty sundae, a noisy and lively dessert. There were vanilla ice cream puddles in hipbone dents like sweet gutters for Dean to slip his tongue in, and rainbow sprinkles on washboard abs like candied confetti celebrating their sex, and, to top it all off, a syrup-soaked cherry to share between tongues. Not to mention the repeated "oh fuck" that was all Sam could say, making Dean fuck the sheets sticky as brotherly hips pumped up into his face.