Sam's independence had always been something Dean admired. Dean was the one who rolled over and took orders. Sam always rebelled.

"You're my brat," he growled as he leaned down, using the hand in Sam's hair to tug him in for a rough kiss. Then the same hand pulled his brother head back down toward his cock. "I guess I'll just have to tie you down and keep you there... get you hard, get you close to coming, then stop. Walk away. Go watch TV for a while, maybe?" It was only fair. Sam read a book!

"Wait until you learn to beg properly."