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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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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."

"Mine... not gonna let you go, Dean," he managed, panting against the other's skin, lapping at the marks he'd left behind as he thrust even harder. The pacing was rough, brutal. Sam was almost desperate to hear more of those whimpers, to feel Dean tightening around him. "Love you..."

Dean reached up and grabbed hold of the bed's footboard, holding on tight. The way Sam was hammering into him, he needed something to brace himself. At this pace, he wasn't going to last long. "Love you. Love you... fuck, Sammy, please..."

"Please," he whimpered again, head thrashing back and forth. "I want to come."

Sam thought for a moment about not letting him, pulling out and giving them both a chance to cool down, but the way Dean was whimpering for him, moving under him... how could he saw no?

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."

Dean would have accepted the denial if that was what Sam wanted, but he couldn't deny he was relieved to hear the permission. Especially when it was combined with the feeling of Sam's hand jerking him off at the same ruthless pace he was using to fuck him.

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.

His hand kept moving over his brother's cock as he came, eyes locked and forced to stay open as Dean writhed under him. He came not long after the other, pushing in hard and deep, spilling himself into him.

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..."

When he finally settled, he went boneless under Sam, enjoying the press of his brother's weight on him. He opened his eyes and met Sam's gaze, returning the same hazy smile. "Thanks, Sammy. S'perfect."

"I'm glad," he murmured, resting his head against the other's shoulder. He turned his head to press a kiss to the other's shoulder lightly. "Love you, Dean."

"Love you," he answered back softly. Breathless and sated, for the moment. Sam said he had a whole night planned, so he figured he should keep his energy as much as he could. His hands rubbed lightly up and down his brother's back. "Can't believe you went to a porn shop and bought a collar." He smiled and nuzzled into Sam's temple. "I like it. You picked one I would have picked for myself."

He gave a sheepish chuckle at that. "Yeah, well... I wanted to do some things I normally wouldn't for your birthday, man." Even if that meant having to go to a porn shop by himself to buy this crap. He tipped his head back to kiss Dean lightly. "Thought you would... it looked like you when I saw it. It looks good on you."

"I appreciate it, Sammy. I do. I know that probably wasn't a fun trip for you." He kissed his brother back and held on a little tighter. His grin widened a bit when he asked, "You like me in it?"

"Well, it wasn't like it was horrible or anything." Probably not something he'd be inclined to do for himself, but considering the payoff of seeing Dean like this? Totally worth any embarrassment. "I definitely like you in it, dude. Enjoying it so far?"

"I'm glad. Don't like it when you're miserable." His rubbed his hands up and down his brother's back softly. Sam was still on him and in him and he didn't mind one bit. Kind of appropriate, really, when the whole idea was Sam staking his claim tonight. "God, yes. Definitely enjoying it. I can't wait to find out what else you have planned."

"M'not miserable," he reassured. He nipped at him, nowhere near wanting to draw himself out just yet. "Think you'll like it, Dean." He started to roll his hips teasingly, groaning a bit at the tightness still wrapped around his soften cock. No way he'd be getting hard again this soon but there wasn't any harm in teasing them both, he figured.

"Surprises aren't over yet, Dean... but I'm not done having my way with you yet."

Dean's breath caught on a moan and his hips rolled back in response. His legs stayed tight around Sam, holding him inside as long as he could. Sam could tease as much as he wanted as far as Dean was concerned.

"Mmm... you can have your way. Anything." He kissed Sam again, then purred against his lips. "Will obey your every command."

He smiled against Dean's lips at that, nipping at them lightly. "Mm, good. As soon as I get hard again, I'm going to fuck you again, Dean, but you're not going to be allowed to come this time... you got that? You gotta hold back until I'm finished."

Dean shuddered under him, moaning softly. God, he loved how into this Sam could get. "I've got it, Sam. Won't come until you tell me to."

Sam kept up the rhythmic movements of his hips, trying to get himself there again, hard again. Wanted to fuck Dean until he was whimpering and writhing for him again. "Want you so much... never get tired of having my big brother under me, wanting me to own him completely."

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