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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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"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--"

Dean moaned softly and settled back in the seat, hand moving harder and faster over his length. His hips rocked lightly, pushing up into his own hand. "Thinking about you, ya know. Always do when I jerk off these days. Imagine getting deep inside you."

"Dean..." Oh, God. Oh, fuck, he was probably sealing his own fate with this one, but... He whimpered softly. "How... how do you imagine doing it, huh?"

"Mmm... thinking about you on your hands and knees. Maybe on the floor, so we've got plenty of space. Me fucking you hard from behind, not letting you touch yourself until I'm good and ready hear you moan for me..." Dean groaned at the mental image and squeezed at the base of his cock to calm himself a little. Wouldn't do any good to come before he got Sam begging to be fucked.

"Dean... closer, come on." He wanted to be able to see him easier, wanted to feel him. God, he wanted him to fuck him already. Suddenly a night of being perfectly submissive honestly didn't seem as bad as Dean listing ways he wanted to fuck him while he jerked off.

He didn't think he could wait and Dean wasn't giving in just yet.

"Need you... Dean, please." He'd be irritated he'd lost this one later, when he could give a damn about it.

Even though it killed him to wait even longer, Dean moved closer, straddling Sam's hips and keeping himself up on his knees, high enough that he wouldn't actually touch. His hand continued to move over his cock, stroking himself slower to keep steady. "Closer like this, Sammy?"

He heard the pleading. Victory never felt so good! It would feel better in a minute, when he actually got down and fucked Sam, but he figured he had just a minute or two more of teasing left in him.

Sam practically whined when Dean straddled him but kept himself held up, nowhere near close enough. "Dean..."

He was back to squirming, tugging at those restraints, practically pouting. His brother was a jerk. It was bad enough that Sam had lost, but now he was still teasing. "Dean, man, come on... please."

Sam looked so good when he pouted like that, Dean couldn't resist leaning down to kiss him. Especially now that he'd gotten in all the begging he wanted to hear.

As he kissed his brother, he settled on top of him and shifted down. He took hold of the vibrator, turning the vibrations off before he eased it out and put it aside. Without pulling away from his brother's mouth, Dean pushed inside him with one deep thrust, moaning against Sam's lips.

Sam eagerly returned that kiss, rolling his hips up when he got the chance to, with Dean settled on top of him. So good. He might have protested the loss of that toy if Dean hadn't pushed into him so soon after. He gasped against his brother's lips before practically mewling.

That's what he'd wanted, needed.

He bucked up against him, as much as he could.

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