onlytobenormal | Happy Birthday [For samefivealbums]

Entry tags:

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."

_{((Continued from here))}

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Is it?" He smiled a little in return, leaning in to nip at his lips playfully. "Did you have a request then, dude?"

"Mmm... maybe. How generous are you feeling this morning, Sam?" He took one of his brother's hands and moved it down to touch him.

He let his fingers curl around Dean's length, stroking him languidly as he tipped his head in. "Just name what you want, Dean..."

"Will you suck me off?" He asked, curling a hand into Sam's hair lightly, fingers moving through it slow and easy. He'd mostly gotten over his reluctance to ask for things like that from Sam, up until their latest dust-up with Dad. Then things got messed up in his head again. He was working on it, though...

He grinned, tipping his head back against his hand briefly, enjoying the touch before he was pushing forward, nudging Dean to his back so he could slip under the covers. "Lay back for me, Dean..."

He let his mouth move down over his chest and stomach, working toward his cock. "Give you anything you want."

Dean laid back when he was told, getting comfortable as he let his fingers slide through Sam's hair lightly. He watched with hazy eyes as his brother moved lower and lower. "Love you."

"Love you too, Dean," he murmured, nuzzling at his stomach lightly before finally letting his tongue dart up the other's length, tease the head of his cock before slowly taking him in.

He groaned and shivered under Sam's touch. The first swipe of his brother's tongue wrenched another moan from him and then he whimpered when Sam's mouth closed around him. God, it felt good. He let go of Sam's hair and rested his hand on Sam's shoulder. "Sammy... fuck..."

God, Dean was whimpering for him and that was always good. His eyes rolled up to watch the other as he took him down deeper, sucking and working his tongue over every area he knew would get to Dean, his hand rubbing over what he couldn't take in.

The hand on Sam's shoulder squeezed and rubbed lightly, needing to touch him. His hips rolled slightly and he groaned again. He propped himself up on an elbow to look down at Sam, meeting his eyes. "God, I love you."

Sam's mouth was a little occupied, so in response to those words, he let out a soft moan around the sensitive flesh, putting a little pressure on his hip to let him know moving was okay, if he wanted. Anything that kept Dean looking at him like that, making those noises for him.

That tug got him moving again, rocking his hips a little more. Still careful, he didn't want to hurt Sam, but god it felt good to be able to move. He whimpered again, hand moving to cup the back of Sam's neck and squeeze gently. "Getting close, Sammy..."

Sam adjusted his position a little to take those thrusts, moaning in encouragement. His eyelids finally fluttered shut at the squeeze, at those words. He responded by sucking harder, working his tongue deliberately over Dean's cock with each thrust he gave up into his mouth.

His whimpering got sharper and more desperate. He was so close. A minute later, he was coming hard, hips still rocking carefully up into Sam's mouth as he rode it out. When he finally slumped back, he breathed a deep sigh of relief. "God..."

He swallowed the other's release, let him keep moving until he was falling lax against the bed. It was only then that he drew back and brought up a hand to wipe his mouth absently, stretching out beside his brother on the bed. "How was that, dude?"

"Perfect." Dean sighed and slowly opened his eyes, smiling up at his brother. "You always give me everything I need."

He smiled at those words, resting his head down on Dean's chest. "Anything else you want to do today? Give you anything..."

"Mmm... anything?" He bent to nuzzle Sam's hair lightly as he held him closer. "Can we stay in bed all day and forget everything else? Maybe play with some more of those new toys you bought?" He grinned and stroked a hand down Sam's back. "I remember that other fantasy you mentioned. Did you buy that toy, too?"

He laughed a little at that request, nodding. "Yeah... we can, Dean." His birthday gift after all and Sam wasn't feeling very inclined to say no to a day of sex when the sex between them was pretty much always great. He paused at that next question though, letting out a soft groan.

"Yeah..." He might have flushed at the confession, but he'd already been at the store, so... he'd figured why not pick up something a little extra on top of it all.

"You want to do that, Dean?"

Dean's eyebrows went up at the groan and he shrugged easily. It was just a thought. "We don't have to. There are plenty of other things to do. We could continue breaking in my collar if you want."

Because that wasn't going to get old for a while. Just the thought of it was good enough to give him a little jolt.

"No, I want to see it." It hadn't been a displeased groan at all. He smirked a little, moving up to press his lips to the other's deeply. "Definitely going to have fun with that collar later... got that paddle too, man. Whatever you want to try."

Dean kissed Sam back and grinned wickedly, reaching up to cup his face in one hand. "Could do both. If you think you might enjoy putting the collar back on and ordering me to fuck myself while you watch..."

The paddle, though. He definitely wanted a shot at that. He still had very fond memories of the times he'd tied Sam down and gotten a little rough with him. Sam must have liked it, too, or he wouldn't have bought the paddle. "And then, maybe, break in those other new toys?"

He nipped at the other's lips. "Mm, I like that idea, man... that collar looks good on you."

he slowly started to draw away, looking around for where Dean had put the collar. "Well, you did say you wanted to spend the whole ay in here... sure we could work in the other toys, yeah."

Seemed like a good day to him.

"I like it," he admitted and turned to reach for it. He'd stashed it in the drawer of the table on his side of the bed. Liked knowing where it was.

He handed it over to Sam. "Plenty of food in the fridge. Plenty of beer. Some whiskey. We don't have to leave at all, if we don't want. Well, except to take Ozzy out later."

Taking the collar, he went to slide it on. Definitely liked seeing it on Dean too... liked how it looked pressed against his skin, how Dean seemed to enjoy it.

"Sounds like we're stocked, yeah, and I'm not in any hurry to leave besides walking Oz." Because Ozzy would definitely not take them ignoring him all day in favor of kinky sex.

Happy Birthday [For samefivealbums]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject