onlytobenormal | in the great outdoors ((samefivealbums))

"Isn't that what you want?" He asked breathlessly, grinning against his brother's lips. "Wanna hear your big brother begging for your cock? Wanna hear me plead for you to come inside me?"

It would be embarrassing how easy it was for Sam to make him desperate if Dean didn't love it so much. He shifted his hips a time or two, enjoying the feel of Sam still in him, before he slowly started to pull off.

He let out a soft growl at those words, nipping at Dean's lips. "Yeah, actually... love to hear you beg for me, Dean. Love that my big brother enjoys bending over for me the most, loves my cock that much."

It should be embarrassing, talking to his own family like this, for enjoying the way it made Dean react. He didn't feel guilty at all though. He grabbed the toy once Dean had slipped off him, going to ease it into him once he was able.

Dean didn't feel any guilt. Occasionally he worried he might be making Sam think less of him for how he acted sometimes, but so far it hadn't seemed to cause them any trouble.

Once the toy was back in place, he sat back down between Sam's legs with a moan. Curled into his brother and nuzzled at his neck lightly. Leaned up to murmur in Sam's ear. "Love my little brother's cock in me. You can fuck me as many times as you want and I'll just ask for more."

It wasn't that he thought less of Dean, really. It probably took a lot for Dean to actually ask him to do this crap and he didn't want to mess it up, always worried about maybe going too far.

But with Dean curled into him, nuzzling and talking against his ear like that, he figured they were good. He smiled and curled his arms around the other, tugged him in closer. "Mm, do whatever you want, Dean..."

It had been scary as hell to ask at first, but Sam had never hurt or disappointed him with it. Which would have been so easy for him to do. That part of him was completely unguarded and easily damaged.

"Supposed to be doing what you want," he reminded his brother, wrapping his arms around him and taking another long, deep kiss.

He smirked at that. "Oh, we totally are, dude." He returned that kiss, smiling into it because damn, this never got old or felt wrong. It always felt amazing...

Really did have it bad for Dean.

"So are all the chores done for today?"

Dean settled against him and let himself relax finally. His eyes closed and his head rested against Sam's shoulder. "Far as I can see, they are. Unless you can think of something else you want done."

"No... I can't think of anything." He smiled. "Guess that means we're free to have more fun today, huh? Uninterrupted.

Dean shivered again at that. Looked up at Sam and grinned. "I guess so. Any idea what kind of uninterrupted fun you wanna have now...?"

"Well, after I catch my breath, I think I want to see how good that control of yours is, Dean." He lowered his voice, speaking against his ear, tone husky. "I was thinking... fun as the handcuffs are, they're kinda easy. They hold you in place, let you fight and squirm however you want. I was thinking of pressing you up against that tree over there, stretching your arms up against it and fucking you nice and deep, but you move an inch Dean, one inch, or say one thing and don't think I won't stop. Just stop and finish myself off right there and won't even think of fucking you again until you've made up for it. How's that sound?"

While Sam talked, Dean's breathing picked up speed. He licked his lips and curled closer, moaning softly at the image. How did it sound? It sounded perfect. God, he didn't think he could get any harder, but just then he thought he might have.

He smiled and nuzzled into Sam's neck softly. "Please. Want that, Sammy. Want you just like that."

"Good," he murmured, smiling to himself at the reaction as his hands smoothed soothingly up the other's stomach. "God, love that you let me do this stuff, Dean..."

"I love that I can ask you to." He murmured back softly, pressing his face into Sam's neck and letting his brother's touch soothe him. "That you're okay with it and don't think there's something wrong with me. I can't trust anyone else like I trust you."

Sam's arms curled tighter around Dean, puling him and content with just that now. "... Was kinda worried when you first asked me to do it, man. Didn't want to go too far or hurt you." Still didn't. "But never thought you were wrong, dude."

He nuzzled in, smiling against the other's skin. "Just means you're a really kinky bastard. Guess I am too."

Dean's hand stroked the back of Sam's neck while his lips moved along the side, kissing and nuzzling softly.

"You won't hurt me." And if he did? Well, accidents happen. Dean knew he didn't want to hurt him and they were usually pretty good about communicating their limitations. "And I like you being a kinky bastard."

He smiled at the reassurance, arms tightening around him briefly. "I kinda noticed, yeah." He turned his head to catch the other's lips in a proper kiss. "Think you can stand another go in a minute?"

After the kiss and at his brother's question, he laughed softly and took one of Sam's hands, guiding it down to his still hard, still aching cock. "I can't be anything but ready, Sammy."

He laughed softly, fingers curling around Dean and stroking just to watch his brother react, to keep teasing him. Whole point was to have him begging after all. "I guess you do have a pretty valid point there."

A whimper rose in Dean's throat as his hips rolled in response to the stroking. He let himself fall back against Sam and focus just on the feel of his brother's hand moving on him. "After... god... after you have your way with me and the tree there, I have a request..."

"Yeah?" He turned his head to kiss the other's cheek, his thumb rubbing over the head of the other's cock, pressing against the slit teasingly. "What is it? Anything..."

He groaned, shifting in Sam's lap to get closer. He leaned up and pressed his lips close to Sam's ear. "When you're ready again..." He licked his lips, nervous and turned on. "I want you to put the cuffs on me and lay me down by the fire. Want you to fuck me with my knees up against my chest."

Sam's hand drifted away from the other's cock when he shifted closer, sliding around him, drawing him in closer. He let out a soft groan at the request, nuzzling into Dean, pulling him in closer. "God, Dean... okay. Whatever you want."

"I know that's not how this is supposed to work, but... I thought you might enjoy that, too." He didn't know why he wanted it so badly right now, but once he had the image in his head, he couldn't get rid of it. Possibly because Sam mentioned the handcuffs. Whatever the reason, his cock ached even more just thinking about it.

"I think we can make an exception, Dean," he murmured, hitching Dean closer to himself. "Love how you look in those handcuffs, you know. Love knowing I can do whatever I want and you can't even touch me, no matter how you want it."

Dean curled up and pressed himself in close. He felt like he couldn't possibly get close enough. He pawed lightly at his brother, anywhere he could reach. "Sammy... want you..."

in the great outdoors ((samefivealbums))

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