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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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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.