onlytobenormal | Happy Birthday [For samefivealbums]

Sam tugged reflexively at those restraints he knew for a fact weren't going to budge an inch as he tilted his head back. It wasn't a secret he enjoyed this as much as Dean enjoyed doing it to him, but he had a feeling it was going to get so frustrating soon because there was no way Dean was going to finish him off.

Jerk.

Dean would feel bad, except that Sam signed up for this. Dean loved to torment him and see how far he could go. When he had permission like this, he wasn't about to pass it up.

He moaned and hummed happily to himself as he drew back slowly to the head of Sam's cock and sucked lightly, tongue swirling around it. Then he went back down just as slow.

Oh, Sam knew exactly what he'd been agreeing to and he didn't want Dean to hold back or give in easy. If he won, he didn't want it because Dean went easy on him.

He moaned out at the way Dean moved over him, tipping his head to try and catch sight of him, watch him. "Oh, fuck..." he bit his lower lip, hips giving a little twitch.

No taking it easy, this time. Dean wasn't stopping until he heard begging. Or gave in himself.

He was careful to keep track of how excited Sam was getting. He planned to bring his brother right to the edge and then stop. After a few minutes of slow bobbing along Sam's length, Dean took him down deep and sucked hard, swallowing eagerly around him.

Sam's body tensed as Dean sucked him hard, took him in deep. It was such a change from the slow, languid pace he'd had a few moments ago that it wrenched a small noise from Sam's lips. God, he wished he could touch Dean, feel him under his fingertips or tangle into those short locks of hair, anything.

"Dean..."

After a few minutes of intense attention, Dean backed off completely. He sat up and licked his lips, looking down over Sam with a pleased smile. Man, he looked good like that. Hard as a rock and all tied down. Dean rubbed his thighs lightly. "Hmmm... what should I do to you, now...?"

Sam barely bit back a protesting noise when Dean decided to pull off completely because that's what his brother would want. Instead he huffed, taking in a deep breath as he looked over at the other. He shifted, wiggling his hips as much as he could, almost glad for the way his skin still stung from earlier. Provided enough of a distraction.

"I don't know... what else have you got for me, Dean? Nowhere near begging yet."

"I'll just have to try harder." Dean shifted over to grab the lube and settled back down between Sam's legs. He took his time slicking his fingers and slowly starting to push in, working Sam open. There were some toys that could help drive Sam a little more crazy, if applied properly.

Sam bit his lower lip when he felt the other working him open. Somehow, he didn't think it was going to stop with the other fingering him and Sam'd be lying to say he didn't have a thrill of anticipation going through him. "Mmm, and how do you plan to do that, big brother?"

That 'big brother' got a shiver out of him. Sam did know how to push his buttons, had to hand it to the kid. Dean smiled and shook his head, slipping a second finger in to work Sam open more. "I was thinking you could use some quality time with a vibrator. I love the way you look when you're squirming and moaning."

Of course he knew. He had a lot of time to practice... and if all else failed,he knew Dean had a weakness for puppy eyes. He'd known that since he'd been a kid.

Dean knew his buttons too though and he felt his skin prickling with heat as Dean talked, eyes darkening a little. Yeah, Dean was going all out here...

"Perv."

"Says the guy who's tied to my bed and has a hard on. " Dean grinned and curled his fingers inside Sam, working to find that spot that got him twitching.

"I'm gonna fill you up with one of our toys and turn it on low -- just enough to make you ache -- and then sit back and watch you squirm around. Can't wait to hear you beg for me, Sammy."

"Someone had to tie me down and get me hard, Dean!" Though his argument kind of faltered when Dean curled just right, into that spot that had him gasping. Fuck.

At this rate, he was going to break and he was going to beg, if Dean kept talking like that, kept teasing him. It was time to up the ante a little. He licked his lips, looked at his brother. "You want to know a secret, Dean?"

"Better only ever be me that does it, too." The warning didn't have much bite in it. He didn't believe for a second that Sam would ever really go home with anyone else.

He glanced up as he slowly withdrew his fingers and reached into the bag to find the toy he wanted to use. "I always want to know secrets, Sammy. What'cha got?"

"Guess you're in luck I don't usually go home with other pervs who like bondage." He flashed a teasing smile. He figured Dean knew by now that there was no way that he was going home with anybody else anyway.

He watched Dean through half-lidded eyes, lips curling. Dirty talk always got to Dean and since he didn't have a free anything, it was his best bet to use against Dean that didn't involve begging to be fucked. "It gets me off that most this stuff, I did it first with my big brother. That my brother taught me every little kink he likes, that I know how he likes to be fucked and what makes him squirm for me..."

"They don't know what they're missing."

Dean loved hearing dirty talk from Sam. Even after as long as they'd been together like this and after everything they'd done, it still amazed him what Sam was capable of saying. And that most of the time, he meant it. He shivered a little and smiled as he pulled out the vibrator he wanted to use. Nothing fancy, but it was large enough to his all of Sam's fun spots.

"You're good at getting me to squirm for you. Nothing gets me off harder than when you're controlling me." He gently slipped the toy inside his brother and turned it on to low. Then crawled up Sam's body to kiss him hard and deep. "I love knowing that I took my baby brother's virginity in so many ways. That I've touched you in ways no one else ever has or will."

He smiled at the reaction he got from Dean, letting out a soft groan against his lips when he pushed that toy into him, turned it on. Oh god, it was just big enough to fill him up, to hit every spot that'd drive him crazy. No way those vibrations would get him off though. He wiggled a little, tugged at those restraints before he melted into that kiss.

He arched to press closer, giving a soft groan. He felt his skin heat up at those words. Overlooked that the dirty talk could be turned right back against him... "No one else, Dean... just you. Just want my big brother to have me like this," he murmured.

If he wasn't careful, Dean was going to find himself giving in just from affection alone. How was it that every time he tried to be dirty, raunchy, and mean in bed, Sam had him wanting to cuddle and be sweet?

Those damn eyes of his, probably.

"Mine, all mine," he answered with another deep kiss and then reluctantly pulled himself back. Moved off of Sam and stood, going to the comfy reading chair Sam kept in the corner of their room and pulled it over to the foot of the bed. He sat down and propped his feet up on the foot of the bed to watch Sam deal with the vibrations inside him.

Hey, the puppy eyes were his best bet in this thing and trying to appeal to that part of Dean that would want to give in because he couldn't be as ruthless as he wanted to be.

Except that hadn't stopped Dean from pulling back anyway and moving to settle in a chair at the foot of the bed. He might have pouted a little, letting out a protesting noise. "Dean..."

Dammit, no fair. He couldn't even move too much, not that he could move a lot with those bonds in place, but every time he shifted, it made that vibrator shift in ways that had him gasping. "Oh..."

Scratch that, he was grinding back on the toy anyway. It felt too good not to, even if it was nowhere near enough to get him off.

Dean sat and stroked himself lazily as he watched Sam move on the bed. He wasn't hard yet, but his cock was taking definite interest in what he was watching. He smiled at hearing Sam call for him.

"Feel good, Sammy? Damn sure looks good." He licked his lips and smiled. "Think you'll be able to sit in this chair and concentrate on reading again after I've jerked myself off in it, watching you squirm on our bed in restraints? I know I'll never be able to watch you sit there and read again. I'll get hard just thinking about this."

Sam lifted his hand, looked hazily at the other as he stroked himself, watched him like that. Oh god, he was almost tempted to ask. He let his head roll back, tugging at the restraints again even if they weren't going to give. He wanted to touch himself, touch Dean, anything. "God... There's not going to be a spot in this house that's not going to remind me of you, Dean... make me want you. I think it's part of some plan you got to get laid constantly."

"Mmmm... wasn't a conscious plan, but now that I think about it..." Not a bad plan at all. Of course, he got laid all the time already, so it wasn't as if he needed elaborate plans.

He leaned forward and nudged the speed of the vibrations up just a little. Rubbed Sam's thighs lightly as he sat back.

"Jerk," he grumbled, watching Dean as he leaned forward. He gasped when the vibrator was turned up, tensing briefly. Oh, fuck... He squirmed, grinding back against that toy.

"Dean..." He moaned out soft. Oh, god, he didn't know how much of this he could honestly stand.

"God you look good." He stroked himself a little more firmly. Definitely getting hard now, watching Sam react to that toy. The moaning made him shiver. "Yeah, Sammy? Something you need...?"

He bit his lower lip to keep from responding to that. Just grinding wasn't giving him anywhere near enough, nowhere what he wanted. He whimpered softly. "Oh, God... Dean, fuck--"

Happy Birthday [For samefivealbums]

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