onlytobenormal | Happy Birthday [For samefivealbums]

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."

If Sam was a pervert for buying the thing, Dean was definitely one for wanting to be fucked by it. He reached for it when Sam told him to and held it for a minute, just getting used to the weight and girth of the thing. Definitely a challenge.

He used the lube to get it good and slippery, then moved it down to press against his entrance. The head of it felt huge and he took his time with it, pressing and twisting gently to try and ease it in. His legs spread wide and feet braced on the bed. His eyes closed and he breathed out slow and easy, willing his body to relax and take it. He bit his bottom lip at the feel of the burning stretch as it pushed in in tiny increments.

"What's it feel like?" His voice was soft, rough when he spoke and he kept his hand rubbing at the other's thigh to help him relax, eyes locked down to watch his body stretch around that toy.

"God..." He groaned, his breath catching on a hitch. It hurt some, but it was hot enough a situation and knowing Sam was right there watching, that he was still completely turned on. Still hard.

"Feels impossible." He gave a short, breathless laugh. "Never been stretched like this before."

It wasn't impossible, though. Slowly, very slowly, he was taking it in. A minute later, he gasped sharply as the enormous head of the toy finally sank into him. He paused to catch his breath and let his body adjust. The shaft was a tiny bit smaller in width, so hopefully the rest would be easier.

Sam bit at his lower lip as he watched the other take in that toy, his hands still rubbing over his thighs, up over his stomach soothingly. "God, Dean..." Yeah, maybe he was perverted... so perverted, but at the moment, he didn't care.

"I was thinking of watching you fuck yourself for awhile on this toy and when I can't stand it anymore, I was thinking of riding your cock while you're still stretched full with that... how's that sound?"

"Yes," he whimpered at that mental image. It might take a while to get there, but he was definitely interested in trying. "God, Sammy... anything you want."

Once he'd caught his breath, he started working the toy deeper into him. It was longer than Sam, too. Dean was pretty sure there was no way he could take the full length, but he was very interested to see how far he could go before he reached his limit.

He smiled a little. "Mm, thought about straddling you and letting you suck me off too... know how that gets you off, right? My cock in your mouth..." He shrugged.

"Maybe I'll let you suck me off while I work myself open..."

Dean nodded eagerly, panting as he worked the toy deeper into him. Even with that tight strap of leather around him, Dean's cock jerked at the thought of sucking his brother off while he fucked himself with this toy. "God, yes... please..."

He whimpered, hips rolling slowly as he inched the toy in as far as he could take it. He laid there panting, a little sweat on his skin. His eyes were dazed as he looked over at his brother, mouth open a little on ragged breaths.

When he was ready, he started to move the toy back out. The huge, wide shaft rubbed against his inner walls as it moved. His eyes slammed shut and he moaned at the feeling. Then again louder as he pushed it back inside. Fuck.

His eyes were back on that toy, on his brother's cock. He let his palm rub over the other's length and down, his thumb rubbing just above where that toy had him stretched impossibly wide, tight around it.

"Look so good, Dean... Can't believe how hot it is seeing you take this toy in. What's it feel like now?"

While he moaned and twisted on the bed, he reached over with his free hand to grab hold of Sam's arm. Just for something to hold onto and ground himself. He was having a hard time staying focused as he got lost in the feel of that impossibly large toy moving inside him.

"Sammy... fuck, I... " He opened hazy eyes to look up at him. "I can't believe it's in me. Fuck. Is this... this what you wanted..?"

Sam looked up to his face when he felt that hand grab for his arm, licking his lips absently. "Yeah... should see how good you look, spread out for me, fucking yourself on that toy... should see how it looks buried in you, man."

His voice was rough, husky and he brought up a hand to rub up his stomach. "Can't believe you got so much of it in, man..."

Sam's words made him whimper even more urgently. It was hot beyond belief to be lying there, hearing how turned on Sam was by this. The part of him that wanted to submit and be controlled needed to hear Sam's approval.

"Please," he moaned, hand still moving the large shaft in and out, dragging against places he wasn't sure had ever been touched. Desperation strained his voice, even if he wasn't sure what he was begging for at this point. Complete thoughts were too difficult to manage. "Sammy, please..."

Fuck... He licked his lips and grabbed the lube as he shifted to crawl up Dean's body, straddling his shoulders to press himself up against the other's lips. "Open your mouth, Dean."

He coated his fingers with the lube before tossing the bottle aside and reaching behind to start working himself open, biting at his lower lip. "God... need you so bad, Dean."

Dean didn't hesitate to do exactly as he was told. His lips parted and he took Sam in as far as his brother decided to push. He sucked eagerly around Sam's cock, taking the edge off his desperation as his lips and tongue worked over the hard shaft. His free hand held onto Sam's hip while the other continued to fuck himself with the new toy.

God, he wasn't sure his body would ever be the same again after this, but he didn't care. His own cock was hard and aching, nearly painful from all the stimulation. Still trapped in that leather ring, he knew he wouldn't find relief until Sam decided to allow it. That just made it even more intense.

God, it was through sheer force of will that Sam was holding on to even a tiny shred of self-control. He was so worked up, with Dean doing this to himself because he'd asked, with Dean's mouth, with everything that it was hard to believe he hadn't come yet.

He worked himself open quickly, not caring if it was enough or not, really. It'd do and he needed to feel Dean, wanted to see his brother's reaction underneath him. "Dean- stop. Enough..."

Happy Birthday [For samefivealbums]

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