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"Yeah... well, we can do this, stop by the store for some supplies... then head in for movies?" He was looking forward to that too. Junk food, booze, and movies... he wasn't used to having time to kick back and do stuff like that, but it'd be a nice distraction.

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"God, yes. Always good with you." Dean groaned and looked down to meet his brother's gaze, hands tightening on Sam's hips. Every touch of Sam's lips or nails made him shiver and want more. Want him closer.

He paused to tug his own shirt off and reach down to unzip his jeans. "Less clothes, Dean, c'mon." He had to reluctantly shift off his brother to wiggle out of his own. Good as that was--it was always so much better to feel skin on skin.

There was no way he'd refuse a demand like that. Dean sat up a bit and tugged off his shirt, reaching down to unfasten his jeans. He was already half hard and it was a relief to take off some of the pressure. When he was done, he wrapped his arms around Sam again and pulled him back down against him, kissing him deeply.

Sam settled back on top of the other, nudging apart his legs so he could settle between them. He returned that kiss eagerly, deeply as arms came around him. Reaching between them, he went to wrap his hand around his brother's length.

Dean moaned and rolled his hips up into that stroke of Sam's hand. His lips moved against his brother's, kissing him hungry and urgent. His hands slipped down under the back of his brother's jeans to grab hold of his ass and squeeze, pulling him in closer.

There was a soft growl when he was pulled closer, mind blanking except for Dean and Want and Hot. Best way to be when everything had kind of fallen down around the both of them, he decided. He scrambled for his brother's hands, pushing them down to the mattress at either side of his head, tangling their fingers and keeping them pt.

His touches were more urgent now, desperate to just keep it up, keep lost in the moment. His tongue practically fucked into the other's mouth, his hips finding a rough, hard rhythm against his brother's as he sought out more friction.

Dean's eyes went a little wide before they shut and he sank back into the mattress. If Sam wanted to hold him down and kiss him like that, he was sure as hell not going to stop him. His hips pushed up into Sam's, grinding back hard against him. The more that friction built, the more heat between them. He whimpered, legs bent and knees pressing into Sam's sides.

He moaned shamelessly into the kiss, biting lightly at his brother's lower lip, lost in the friction between their bodies, the heat. God, all he could think about was Dean. Just Dean, Dean, Dean, and for a moment, that was just... perfect.

"Dean," he panted hotly against his lips, moving more desperately. "God, love you so much..."

"Sammy, fuck..." He gasped and nipped at his brother's lips. "You feel so good. Don't stop."

He twisted and writhed under him, pressing his body up into Sam. His wrists moved in Sam's grasp, tugging lightly at the hold just to feel the resistance. He moaned at the tight grip, brain on auto pilot as his body demanded more, more, more.

"Not gonna-- fuck. Mine. All mine." At least he could count on that... count on Dean being there, being his and fuck, the way he writhed under him, pushed into him had his mind reeling, his body entirely focused on his big brother. He rocked harder into him, bucking roughly and pressing harder. Just feeling Dean's cock hard and digging into him like that, knowing Dean felt the same was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

He breathed roughly against the other's lips, murmuring praise or just how good he felt, how good this was, and all the filthy little promises and stuff he'd do to Dean eventually, for Dean. It was all mindless babbling and he couldn't stop if he wanted to.

Dean nodded in absolute agreement with all of Sam's words. All the possessive claims, all the dirty promises, everything. Dean couldn't think of a single reason to deny his brother any of it. He did belong to Sam... body, heart, the whole package. Anything Sam wanted, Dean would give him.

"Have me." He panted. "Have anything you want. All yours."

With Dean telling him that, he forced himself to stop moving, to still over the other at the protest of his body. Dean was so hot against him, so hard and the friction was perfect, but...

Anything, huh?

He bit at the other's neck before he started to draw away. "Roll over on your stomach, Dean."

He gasped at the bite and moaned softly when Sam pulled away. When he heard Sam's order, he licked his lips and nodded, rolling over more into the middle of the bed and settling onto his stomach. Unable to resist the urge, he rocked his hips down, grinding himself into the mattress a little.

He reached for the lube while Dean got settled before moving back over him. He stopped right above his hips to bend down and kiss up his back, nipping along his brother's spine. Coating his fingers, he went to work his brother open. "Love you, Dean, so much..."

Dean moaned, hands fisting into the sheets under him. He rocked back into those fingers. Couldn't wait to feel Sam inside him. "Love you, Sammy. God, I love you..."

He slowly eased his fingers out when he thought the other was prepared enough, coating his length and shifting to guide him in. He didn't have the patience to wait for this and he knew Dean was wanting it bad too. Pushing in slow, he let out a deep groan and reached for the other's hands again, tangling their fingers. "Oh, fuck..."

Dean cried out when Sam pushed into him, rocking his hips back against him. God, he wanted it. Wanted it bad. His hands squeezed Sam's back, grinding down against the bed and back into Sam. "Want you. Want you so bad."

"You got me, Dean..." He pushed in, starting up a steady pace as he pressed his lips to the other's ear. "Everything... You got all of me, always. Do anything for you..."

"Me too, Sammy. Do anything for you. Love you. Everything to me." He pushed back into Sam, meeting his rhythm. He turned his head to look back over his shoulder at Sam, eyes hazy with lust.

"I know, Dean... God, I know." He pushed back a little harder, eyes meeting Dean's when they found his. He squeezed his hands, bucking harder into him. "Never going to give this up, Dean, not going to let you go... I can't." Not at this point.

"Wouldn't... god... wouldn't know what to do without you." Dean groaned and bucked back against Sam, meeting the harder thrusts eagerly. He could feel himself teetering on the edge. Every time Sam pushed into him, it ground his trapped cock against the bed. The friction had him so close...

"You got me, Dean... you always have me," he panted, pounding harder and faster into him as he chased his own release. He was so close, so wrapped up in this. He didn't last much longer, a few more thrusts before he was biting at Dean's shoulder, groaning deeply against his skin.

Dean groaned loudly, that bite the last push he needed to come hard, calling Sam's name and rutting against the bed beneath him. Each time he moved, he pushed back hard onto Sam's cock, loving the feel of it hard inside him still and the feel of Sam coming inside him. His body trembled when he finally settled, panting for breath, eyes closed.

He slumped against Dean, panting heavy against his neck, arms trembling a little with the effort of holding himself up. "Dean," he panted the other's name repeatedly under his breath. Nuzzling into him. "God..."

He smiled at Sam murmuring his name like that. Since their fingers were still twined together, he squeezed them, sighing contentedly under hims brother's weight. "Mmm... love you."

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