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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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"I have no doubt." Since Sam took the car most days, Dean didn't have to worry about finding the keys to hand them over. He settled himself in the passenger's seat and tried to behave himself until they got home.

Settling in the driver's seat, he started driving back towards home. Still a little weird to be the one driving the Impala most days... and maybe, when they got more money together, he should see about getting a car of his own.

But right now, he just focused on getting them home, flashing the other a look. He licked his lips after a moment before speaking, his tone a little more stern, "When we get back, Dean, I expect you to do whatever I say... got that?"

Felt a little weird to be bossy on Dean's birthday, but... that was the stuff he got off on, right?

Dean looked over when Sam started talking and after a second of surprise, grinned and nodded slowly. "I got it."

Now, he was definitely looking forward to whatever Sam had in mind. He shifted anxiously in his seat, fingers drumming on his thigh. They could not get home fast enough.

"Good." He was parking soon enough and slipping out of the car, waiting for Dean to follow him inside. He headed to their floor and their door, pushing it open for them both when hey got their.

Dean climbed out of the car and followed Sam to the apartment. He stepped in and stood in the living room, waiting to see what Sam had in mind. If Sam wanted to see him follow orders, then that's what he would do. He licked his lips and watched his brother.

"Undress for me, Dean. Then I want you to sit down and close your eyes... I got some surprises for you." He just hoped that he'd guessed good and Dean wouldn't be turned off or complain later about it.

Anything that started with an order to strip was bound to be good. Dean quickly got his boots and clothes off, then he moved to sit on the cough, leaned back against the back, and closed his eyes while his hands rested on his thighs. He could still hear Sam in the room and wondered what the surprises his brother had in store for him were.

Okay, so Dean was doing like he was told to do and Sam collected a few things from a bag shoved off in the corner before he returned. For now, he settled on Dean's lap, leaning in to kiss him slow and deep. His hands rubbed over the other's chest and shoulders, taking his time.

He kept thinking back to those fantasies Dean had wanted to share and... well, he couldn't get up the guts to take his brother into some sort of S&M club or whatever he wanted, but... the collar? He could do that, even if it was kind of awkward and embarrassing. Dean's birthday, he got one of his kinks.

And hopefully that really had been one of Dean's real kinks because he was getting one slipped around his neck. It was thick, black leather and Sam figured it'd look good pressed against his skin. If anything, Dean should appreciate he didn't have to drag him back to one of those adult stores- Sam got up the nerve to go on his own. "Open your eyes, Dean."

Dean had regretted for days bringing that kink up... proof positive that he should not let his mouth run during sex. He had an idea by now of what his brother's boundaries were and he figured he'd just about flung himself over one with that scenario. Since then, he'd been very careful not to bring it up again.

He wrapped his arms around Sam automatically when his brother sat in his lap. Kissed him back and hummed happily, enjoying the contact. The feel of Sam touching his neck always got his attention, but tonight was different. He felt the cool press of leather against his skin before his brain fully processed what was happening. He felt Sam's fingers working the buckle at the back of the collar and swallowed, a jolt going through him when he felt the collar move with the motion.

He opened his eyes when he was told, a hand reaching up automatically to touch the thick leather. His fingers traced the edge of the collar and playing with the heavy, metal ring at the front. Wow. Definitely didn't expect Sam to go for something like that.

An incredulous smile tugged at his lips as he looked up at his brother. "Sammy...?"

Well, Dean hadn't busted out laughing or anything, so he was considering it a win. Reaching down to loop his finger in the metal ring on the front, he gave it a playful tug, smirking in response slightly.

"What?"

He leaned in for another kiss, nipping his lip playfully. "Isn't this what you wanted, Dean? Wanted me to take complete control here?" He soothed the skin he'd bitten at with a flick of his tongue.

"You going to be good for me?"

Oh, he definitely wasn't laughing. When Sam tugged on that ring, the jolt went right to his cock and he felt himself starting to get very interested in the rest of the night's festivities.

"Yeah, I did." He responded to Sam's kiss, hands moving to rest at his brother's hips. Then he smiled and purred back happily. "I'll be good, Sammy.

"Good." He licked his lips, eyes roaming over Dean, down his body. God, he looked good right now.

"I want you to start by sucking me off... then I want you to work yourself open for me. Think you can do that, Dean?"

Dean's breathing picked up and he nodded, licking his lips in anticipation. His hands tightened on Sam's hips a little. "Here or on the bed?"

"On the bed." He reluctantly got up off Dean's lap and started to slip out of his clothes, discarding them on the floor as he crossed the distance to the bedroom. "Come on, Dean."

He followed without hesitation. Being told to do one of his favorite things was hardly a difficult order to obey. He waited until Sam was stretched out comfortably on the bed before crawling up between his legs and settling himself down. Took his brother in hand and lapped at him with slow, easy stroked before taking him into his mouth and sucking softly.

Sam wasn't used to demanding blowjobs like this, but watching Dean settle in and really get into it was worth it. He let out a pleasant sigh as Dean worked him over slowly, parting his legs further for him as his head tipped back. "Mm, that's good..."

Dean's hands settled on Sam's thighs, kneading and rubbing at them while his mouth descended on his cock, tongue moving along the underside of the shaft. As he worked Sam over, he put ever effort he could think of into it. Wanted his brother to have everything he demanded. His eyes rolled up to look and see how Sam was enjoying it.

Sam watched Dean through hazy eyes, propping himself up on an elbow as Dean worked him over. He bit at his lower lip, eyes drifting shut. "Doing so good... love your mouth, Dean. God, feels so good..."

The praise made him feel ridiculously good. Right at the moment, it was his job to make Sam feel good and the words were like a prize. He doubled his efforts, taking Sam in deeper and sucking harder. Since his brother hadn't asked for teasing, he'd go straight for pleasure.

Sam's hips twitched forward a little bit, biting at his lower lip as Dean's mouth moved over him to keep quiet. "Oh, God..."

God, that was good. Dean was jumping right to the pleasure and though this wasn't how he wanted to come tonight, he wasn't in any hurry to stop him. Not right now.

Dean took the opportunity to push his limits a little more and took Sam in deeper. He was so close to taking him in all the way. God knows he practiced enough. His hands continued to move over Sam's thighs and sides.

His eyes darkened a little as he watched his brother take him in deep, reaching down to trace his thumb over the corner of his mouth. "God, you look so good. Taking me so deep, Dean..."

That was what he wanted to hear. He looked up at Sam, moaning around his cock when he touched his mouth. He swallowed eagerly around the hard length, working him deeper in tiny increments. His own hips started moving against the bed slightly, craving friction.

"Fuck..." He moaned, biting at his lower lip, trying to keep quiet. He saw Dean rolling his hips against the bed... god, he looked so good. "Touch yourself for me, Dean. I want to see you..."

Dean moved a hand down from Sam's hips to take himself in hand and stroke slow and firm. He slowly drew back off Sam's cock enough to breathe easier and start bobbing his head, moving along the length in time with the motion of his hand.

Happy Birthday [For samefivealbums]

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