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Happy Birthday [For samefivealbums]

He rolled his eyes, though fondly, as he got up and gave Dean a tug to follow once he got the bill covered. "Come on... wanna get you back home, Dean... we can start to celebrate for real."

Though he wasn't too big on drinking anymore tonight. Kind of wanted to be sober for the night's festivities. He leaned in to speak against the other's ear, "Got a night planned for you, man. Hope you're ready."

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Dean took advantage of the extra space to get closer. He slipped his arms around Sam's waist and leaned in more, taking his brother in deeper and sucking harder. His eyes rolled up to meet Sam's. Knew he liked it when Dean watched him.

His eyes were on Dean's when he was hitched in closer. He dropped his hand to brush through his brother's hair, biting at his lower lip. "God, you look so good, Dean... So good at that too, fuck."

Always felt good when Sam looked at him like that and said those things. Making his brother feel good was one of Dean's favorite things. Especially like this, when it was something he enjoyed doing anyway. His mouth and tongue never stopped moving over Sam. After a minute, his hands moved back up to slide under Sam's shirt and smooth up his stomach and his chest.

Sam arched into that hand smoothing up his chest and stomach, head rolling back to rest on the couch as Dean's mouth worked on him. He rolled his hips just slightly, biting at his lower lip to stifle any noises thta rose up.

That was one of the big differences between them. Sam liked to muffle himself during sex. Dean liked to get loud. Of course, that meant that any time he could get Sam loud counted as a personal victory.

He sucked hard, taking Sam in deep and working his tongue along the length. He drew back, teasing at the head and swirling his tongue around it before taking him back in deep. All the while, he kept his eyes on Sam. Made sure his brother saw just how much he was enjoying this.

It was hard to hold back when Dean went out of his way to get him squirming and making noise. He drew out a deep, almost desperate moan, eyes locking with his brother's.

Fuck, it was always sexy, the way Dean watched him while he did this. "Dean," he panted, reaching down to touch his brother's face, his thumb brushing at the corner of his mouth. "Not... not gonna last, Dean, please..."

He loved the way Sam touched his face when he did this. Those odd little affectionate gestures that he hadn't noticed or appreciated much in other people made him happy when it was Sam. He wrapped both arms around Sam's waist again, taking him down as deep as he possibly could. He sucked and swallowed around the hard length, wanting to feel his brother come hard, all because of him.

He gasped, moaning out when Dean took him in deeper. He was coming, hard into the other's mouth, hips giving a jerk of their own accord as he rode it out. He panted the other's name, as he came down, head falling back against the couch and... yeah, God, he'd forgotten about the TV.

"Dean... you jerk," he murmured, tone affectionate. "I'll never get through a show again."

Dean sat back on his heels and licked his lips, giving his brother a lewd look as he did. His hands rubbed at Sam's thighs lightly. "It was a boring show, Sammy. I saved you from yourself."

He gave a laugh at that, breathless, reaching down to give him a tug. "Mm, guess I should show my thanks, huh? Any idea how I can do that?"

Dean relented at the tug and climbed up to straddle Sam's lap. He smiled down at his brother and reached up to brush his hair back. "Mmm... good question. Don't you still owe me a birthday spanking?"

Sam's hands went to rest at the other's hips, tugging him forward a little. "Yeah, I guess I do, huh?" He smiled. "You wanna head to the bedroom? Strip down for me."

"Mmm... I always want to strip down for you." He grinned and bent to kiss Sam long and slow. Then he slowly pried himself away to stand up and head for the bedroom, shedding his clothes along the way.

He smiled a little in return at that before he went to follow Dean, slipping out of his own clothes along the way. "You always look so good, Dean," he murmured, stepping up behind him.

He took a minute to just appreciate the view before he gave him a nudge toward the bed. "Hands and knees, Dean."

At the nudge, Dean stepped forward and climbed onto the bed. He settled on his hands and knees as instructed. Not a new position for them, but the reason was new. He looked back over his shoulder, watching Sam with a slight grin. "This what you want, Sammy?"

They had definitely not done this before... but Sam wasn't going to shy away, not when Dean had teased him about not being able to do it already. Still a matter of pride!

"Yeah." He returned the look as he settled behind the other. He smoothed his hand over Dean's back lightly. "This is good, Dean."

He pulled back his hand then to give the other a swat on the ass, testing the waters and watching his brother's reactions.

Dean jumped at the first swat. Stung a little, but not even close to being more than he could handle. The heat left behind after the impact was kind of fun, too. "Mmmm... having fun yet, little brother?"

"We're just getting started, Dean." He soothed the skin there lightly before swatting again, harder. He repeated the motions a few times while his free hand went to smooth over the other's back. "Think you can handle more, big brother?"

It really shouldn't be as hot as it was. Dean couldn't even stick a kinky explanation on why he liked it. It wasn't like they were ever really spanked as kids, either. Ran laps and drills, sure, but never actual spankings. Still, for whatever reason, it was really kind of turning him on.

He sighed softly when Sam stroked his back, his head hanging low between his shoulders. "Take anything you can give me, Sammy."

Sam didn't know why this was hot and he hadn't actually been sure how hot it'd be to spank Dean, but it was sent a thrill right through him to see his brother take every swat of his hand, to actually be enjoying it himself.

He reached for that paddle next, just weighing it in his hands teasingly, looking the other over. "You better mean that, Dean."

He brought the paddle down, connecting with his skin.

Before he could answer that warning, the paddle came down on him and he gasped again, jerking forward a bit with the impact. He shuddered and groaned softly, rocking back into place. He was already getting hard and it was difficult to be still anyway. "God, Sam..."

He smirked and brought the paddle back down. "Yeah? What's it feel like, Dean? Like it?"

God, he looked good like this. "You look like you might just be getting off on your little brother hitting you with a paddle."

"Think so, Sammy?" Dean's voice was thick with arousal and his eyes hazy when he looked back over his shoulder to grin at Sam. He'd never shied away from a little pain with his pleasure and the stinging burn of that paddle on his skin was hitting right on that kink. "I get off on my little brother doing a lot of things to me."

he put the paddle aside for now, rubbing his hands over the red mark where he'd been swatting him. "You do, huh? What's your favorite thing? If you ask nice, I might give it to you, Dean."

Dean sighed at the touch, shivering as Sam's palm smoothed over his red, heated skin. It felt really good. Soothing after the paddling. Didn't figure Sam was finished with him yet, though.

"My favorite? Hard to choose, Sammy... love everything we do. Mmm... maybe when I'm lying on my stomach and you're fucking me hard, holding my wrists down." Yeah, that was definitely hot.

Happy Birthday [For samefivealbums]

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