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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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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.

"Dean..." He moaned deeply, head rolling back for a moment after watching Dean. "Enough. That's enough. Want you to get yourself ready for me, Dean. Want to fuck you."

Oh god, he didn't want to stop now, but he'd agreed to do whatever Sam told him. More than that, he wanted to do what Sam told him. So he let go of himself and slowly released his brother's cock, licking his lips regretfully at the loss.

He moved up to reach the table beside the bed and grab the lube out of the drawer. Laid back with his head at the foot of the bed so that Sam had the view he wanted while Dean slicked up his fingers and started working himself open.

Sam sat up, kneeling between his brother's legs as he began to work himself open, eyes roaming his body as he reached out to rub his hips eventually. "God, want you so bad, Dean. Can't wait until you're wrapped tight and hot around my cock... Swear nothing feels better than you."

Dean wasn't sure if he was supposed to talk or not. He hadn't been told not to, though. "Always want you inside me. I love it when you're fucking me hard... love watching your face. Look serious. Dangerous. I like it."

He slipped a second and then a third finger inside himself, trying to work himself open quickly. Groaning and panting as he felt the stretch and burn, thinking about Sam's cock and how much bigger it would be. So much better. God, he wanted it.

"You ready for me now, Dean?" He asked, leaning in to nip his lips, move down to kiss down his neck. God, he looked so good... honestly liked that collar on him. He kissed beneath it, nipped at his skin with a soft growl.

"Can't wait to fuck you, Dean."

He tipped his head back and groaned loudly at the feel of Sam's teeth on his skin and that leather. Slipped his fingers out and nodded, back arching and hips rocking up invitingly.

"God, yes... please. Need you, Sammy."

As soon hs fingers were out, Sam was slicking himself up with that lube and positioning himself. He shoved in hard, deep, because that's what Dean wanted and that's what he wanted.

He didn't have the patience to take it slow right now.

Dean cried out sharply when Sam slammed into him like that. His arms clung to him, fingers digging into his shoulders. Tipped his head back and groaned, chanting his brother's name in time with Sam's thrusts.

He bit at the other's neck again, keeping up the rough space. God, he loved the way Dean held on to him, the way he kept saying his name. "God, Dean... this what you wanted? Tell me..."

"Oh god! Fuck!" Sam's bite sent sparks through him. Fuck, he loved that. Loved it. His legs tightened around Sam and he whimpered urgently. "Yes. Want this. Want you. Fuck me, Sammy. Fuck me hard. Wanna feel you claim me."

Happy Birthday [For samefivealbums]

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