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"Mhm, guess we did..." He laughed quietly, still a little groggy and way too content to really move yet. He was quite comfortable being lazy awhile. "We did have kind of a busy day." He finally looked up at his brother.

"You ready for another?"

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Although, when Sam first said it Dean had a second's thought that 'making it up to' Sam might have been a lot of fun, he couldn't give in to the urge to speak. He wanted Sam now, even if he was going to be frustrated and denied once again.

The hand on his cock almost wrenched a whimper out of him. Holy fuck, he wanted to move. Until he tried to restrain himself, he had no idea how difficult it was. No wonder he liked handcuffs so much...

"You're doing so good," he murmured hotly against the other's ear, keeping up the almost punishing pace, trying to see how far he could push it, see how good Dean's resolve was. "Being so good, Dean... don't move, fuck, don't move. Don't talk."

Dean was gasping raggedly, tiny whimpers stuck in his throat. His arms tightened around the trunk to keep himself still. Each rough thrust sent sparks through him, cock aching and desperate. Deep in that perverse place inside him that loved being used like this, Sam's praise made him feel so good. He wanted nothing more than to make his little brother happy right now.

Sam kept up with the praise between rough pants and gasps for air. It wasn't much longer that he was coming, hard, slamming into Dean as he rode it out. Oh, God...

"Dean..."

The whimpers got louder as Sam hammered into him, riding out his orgasm. God, he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out before he was begging, pleading for release. A little longer. He could hold out a little longer. They still had plans after this.

"Sammy..." He breathed, figuring now that Sam came, he wouldn't mind the talking.

He nuzzled tiredly into the other, remembering when he drew out to ease that plug back in carefully. Knew Dean would be begging for it soon, could tell by the way he whimpered and how impossibly hard he felt in his palm. Just had to get through their plans though, see how long Dean was really capable of holding back.

"Love you."

"Love you... too..." He panted, clinging to that tree to hold himself up. All this and Sam hadn't even turned the toy on yet. He rested his forehead against the bark and breathed in slow, deep breaths to try and settle down.

He stroked the other's sides, over his hips to try and calm him down, kissing along his neck soothingly. God, he looked so thoroughly fucked now, so hot clinging to the tree like that was the only thing keeping him grounded. "Looked so good, Dean..."

"You like... lookin' at me... Sammy?" Dean managed to gasp, head still reeling. The soft touches made him want to lean back into Sam, although he wasn't entirely sure his legs would hold him yet. "Watchin' me go crazy for you...?"

"Yeah, I do..." He smiled, tipping his head to rest on the other's shoulder for now, keeping himself pressed close. "Like knowing how bad you want this, Dean."

When he could breathe steadily again, Dean let go of the trunk and turned in Sam's arms to lean against his brother. Press his body into him and curl into his warmth. His arms slipped around his brother's neck and he kissed him long and slow. "Want it bad," he breathed against Sam's lips. "I like when you're watching me. Like knowing I'm turning you on. Like seeing you get hard for me."

Sam's arms came around Dean tight, keeping him pressed up against him as he leaned into that kiss, groaned softly into it. He smiled when Dean spoke against his lips like that, nipping at them playfully before soothing with his tongue. "God, you should see yourself, Dean... be crazy to not get hard for you. Probably crazy how much I want you."

"Good, because I'm losing my mind with how bad I want you, right now." Had for, what, hours now? He was definitely on the verge of begging. Although, he was struggling to hold out just a little bit longer. Wanted Sam to have him that one more time before he got his release.

He nuzzled into Sam, glancing over his brother's shoulder at their camp and the as-yet unlit fire. Licked his lips and considered just how much farther his resolve would hold. "Should I give you something else to see?" He asked softly, kissing just under Sam's ear.

"Like seeing you like this, Dean... so desperate. God, it gets hotter every time, seeing how long I can keep you on edge for me." His eyes drifted shut as Dean spoke against his ear, rubbing up his back.

"What did you have in mind?"

"If you'll get the cuffs, I'll show you," he offered softly. Maybe a little nervous. If he did what he was thinking about right now, well... that was a whole new level of wanton behavior. If Sam laughed or made a joke of it, he might just die on the spot.

"Yeah? Sure, alright." He smiled a little bit before he went to go to the tent and grab them out. A little ahead of plan, but he was curious what Dean had planned. When he returned, he held them out, dangling them from his finger. "So, what?"

While Sam was in the tent, Dean pulled the blanket the used to sit on by the fire down and spread it out. Dropped a match down into the waiting tinder to light the fire and the pulled one of their chairs around to face the blanket and the fire.

He turned at the sound of Sam's voice and smiled a little. Gestured for his brother to sit in the chair and knelt in front of him, holding out his wrists for the cuffs to be put on him. He was glad he packed the leather ones since he figured on pulling on them a whole lot.

Sam settled in the chair, returning the smile as he went to put the cuffs on. Honestly? Anything that had Dean wearing those things always seemed to be worth it... for all he complaints he had when Dean first brought them in, he definitely liked the addition.

"There." The smile lengthened as he leaned back. "Well, what now?"

Dean licked his lips. Do or die time. He gave half a thought to calling it off before he dismissed the idea. Sam probably wasn't going to praise him for being so obedient in one breath and laugh at him for this in another. Probably.

He watched his brother sit back and did the same, settling on the blanket in front of him. He spared a thought for how he must look... naked, hard, handcuffed... before he nodded to Sam's jeans pocket. "Still got the remote for this plug?"

With that question, he laid back on the blanket, arms above his head, eyes locked on Sam. His breath hitched as he waited, anxious, excited, and turned on.

"Yeah, I do..." He grinned a little bit before he reached in his pocket for it, thumbing it on low as he let his eyes wander. Looked so hot, stretched out for him like that. Looked impossibly sexy, hard and cuffed for him, desperate.

"God, love you, Dean... don't think I could get tired of watching you."

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