onlytobenormal | Happy Birthday [For samefivealbums]

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.

A shiver went down his spine when Sam buckled the collar in place. He really, really liked that Sam put it on him. It wouldn't have felt the same if he'd done it himself. This was felt more possessive. More like he belonged to Sam.

He leaned in to nuzzle at Sam's neck and shoulder lightly. All sorts of kinky ideas were playing through his mind, but he wouldn't voice them unless he was asked. Wanted to give Sam the chance to make those decisions right now. See how devious his brother could be. "Good. I like the idea of spending all day with you."

Sam leaned back to just look at Dean for a moment, licking his lower lip absently. "God, you look so good, Dean," he murmured.

He reached over the other to grab the lube from the nightstand, pressing it into the other's hand. "I want you to get yourself ready."

Dean was happy to sit back on his heels and let Sam look him over all he wanted. The possessive, hungry look in Sam's eyes was just what Dean wanted to see. Then he was given that order and he licked his lips, taking the lube and laying back to get comfortable. He slicked up his fingers and put the lube down nearby, figuring he'd need it again before long. He reached down and pushed a finger inside himself, working it slowly against the tight ring of muscle.

Sam moved the bags with their things closer to the bed... meant less moving later when they started using other things. He took out the toy he'd bought and, like he'd mentioned when he confessed this fantasy, it was a bit bigger than him if only to see how much his brother could really take.

After that, he set a cockring out and leaned back to enjoy the sight of his brother working himself open. "After this, put the ring on. You can't come until I tell you."

His eyes went a little wide when he saw the toy Sam bought. His brother wasn't kidding about the size. This was going to be interesting. His quickly hardening cock gave a twitch when he saw the cockring. Sam was pulling out all the stops.

"Anything you want, Sammy," he panted as he worked in a second finger and a third quickly behind it. Knew he needed plenty of preparation for this, but he was eager to get going, too. He groaned softly as he worked his fingers inside, stretching them apart and coaxing himself open.

Sam felt heat prickling at his skin, knew his cheeks had flushed when he saw Dean's reaction to that toy and he had to fight a moment to not look away in embarrassment. Now wasn't the time to give into that embarrassment.

"God, you look so good..." he watched the other's hands work, biting at his lower lip.

Dean hadn't meant to embarrass Sam. He was pretty sure he'd never taken anything that big before and he could tell it was going to be a challenge. There was definite interest under the surprise, though. He wanted to do this. Wanted Sam to watch.

He paused to add more lube and slipped all three fingers back in, stretching himself as much as he could with just his fingers. Soon, it was obvious he was going to need more. He withdrew his fingers and reached for the cockring, fitting it in place and snapping it closed. He could count on one hand the number of times he'd put one on himself. It was kind of hot.

Once he was prepared, he laid back and looked at Sam with a hungry gaze, waiting for his next order.

Well, as long as Dean didn't laugh or call him a pervert, he figured he could deal with a little embarrassment. His brother looked interested anyway. He couldn't resist the urge to touch a little bit as Dean worked himself over, reaching over to run a hand up his thigh. he smiled a little as Dean laid back, cockring in place and just looking entirely hot.

"The toy now, Dean... Go on. Let's see how much you can take."

Happy Birthday [For samefivealbums]

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