Sam Winchester (
onlytobenormal) wrote2012-01-27 06:36 pm
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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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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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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.
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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.
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"Can't wait to fuck you, Dean."
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"God, yes... please. Need you, Sammy."
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He didn't have the patience to take it slow right now.
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"Please," he whimpered again, head thrashing back and forth. "I want to come."
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He shifted, reaching a hand between them to pump Dean's cock in time with his thrusts. "Then come, want you to come for me, Dean."
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Seconds after Sam told him to come, his back arched up off the bed and he came loud and long, crying out his brother's name and clutching at the footboard desperately for something to hold. His legs were tight around Sam and his body tightened around his cock, wanting more of him. Deep. Hard. Everything he could get.
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He groaned, curling into the other, panting against his skin as he started to come down. Nowhere near done with Dean yet though. He looked up at the other, smiling hazily. "Happy birthday, Dean..."
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