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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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"Think so, Sammy?" Dean's voice was thick with arousal and his eyes hazy when he looked back over his shoulder to grin at Sam. He'd never shied away from a little pain with his pleasure and the stinging burn of that paddle on his skin was hitting right on that kink. "I get off on my little brother doing a lot of things to me."

he put the paddle aside for now, rubbing his hands over the red mark where he'd been swatting him. "You do, huh? What's your favorite thing? If you ask nice, I might give it to you, Dean."

Dean sighed at the touch, shivering as Sam's palm smoothed over his red, heated skin. It felt really good. Soothing after the paddling. Didn't figure Sam was finished with him yet, though.

"My favorite? Hard to choose, Sammy... love everything we do. Mmm... maybe when I'm lying on my stomach and you're fucking me hard, holding my wrists down." Yeah, that was definitely hot.

"God, dude, you're so kinky." he leaned forward to kiss the other's shoulder before he brought that paddle back down. He wasn't going to use it much more honestly. He didn't want to actually hurt the other and he didn't know how much more his brother could stand.

"How bad do you want me to fuck you like that right now?"

To be honest, Dean wasn't entirely sure how much more he could stand, but he was willing to take it for as long as Sam was interested. He shuddered at the impact and moaned again, pressing back toward his brother.

"Want you really bad. Might be tempted to beg if it'll get me fucked brainless pretty soon..."

God, he didn't think he could wait much longer anyway, not with the way Dean was talking. He put the paddle aside for now to grab for the lube to slick up his fingers.

"You don't have to beg this time, Dean. I want you too bad to wait... God, you have no idea how good you look right now." He used his clean hand to push at the other's back, to get him pinned down on the bed while his other went to start working him open.

Dean went down when Sam pushed, eager to get into position. The sooner he did, the sooner he'd get what he wanted. And what he wanted was Sam. He groaned softly against the mattress and squirmed a little, pressing back into Sam's fingers.

"I know how good I feel. Want you, Sammy..."

He smoothed his hand down his brother'sback as he worked him open, eyes roaming over him eagerly. God, nothing looked better than when Dean was spread out under him, that eager.

He worked him open as quick as possible before going to slick himself up and move up behind him. "God, I want you too..."

He lined himself up and started to push in, going to grab at one of Dean's wrists to hold down on to the mattress.

In any other situation, the sound he made when Sam pinned him would have been embarrassing. Right now, he didn't much care how much whimpering he was doing, so long as Sam was holding him down and filling him up like that.

"Sammy," he moaned. "Fuck, that's good."

Fuck, that sound...

He grabbed at Dean's other wrist, bucking into him sharply. Didn't figure either of them was in the mood for slow right now, or teasing. "God, Dean... feel so amazing."

Dean was tight and hot, always felt perfect. He groaned as he leaned forward, nipping his brother's shoulder lightly. "Dean."

"Oh god." He groaned and rocked back against Sam eagerly. Every snap of his brothers hips drove him deeper inside. It sent sparks shooting through his nerves.

He twisted under Sam and tugged at his hold on his wrists. He moaned a desperate sound, aching to be touched, but trapped against the mattress.

"No," he murmured when Dean tugged at his wrists, hands tightening up a little. "No touching yourself and no coming until I say. Got that?"

He knew how his brother got off on denial and if he was able to hold back, he'd make it worth his while. "Let me hear you say you do."

Those words went straight to his cock. He whimpered again and nodded, gasping. "God, I got it, Sammy. Got it..."

"Good..." He smiled a little, bucking in even harder, pushing in as deep as he could. "Feel so fucking good, Dean..."

Dean groaned again, eyes closing as he struggled to focus on little things... Sam's breath on his skin, the heat of his brother's body... anything to keep his mind off of how hard he was and how badly he wanted to come. His cock was hard, trapped between his body and the bed. Holding back took a lot of effort, especially while Sam was making those sounds and fucking him hard. Not that he wanted him to stop. "Fuck, Sam. God... harder. Fuck me harder."

He let out a soft growl at that, bucking into him harder, biting at the back of Dean's neck as the pleasure built up. He wasn't going to last long with the way Dean sounded, looked because of him. He didn't care beyond the fact he wanted to see how long Dean could really last like this. "Dean," he panted, lapping at the skin he just bit as he kept bucking sharply into him.

It wasn't much longer that he was coming hard into him with a groan of his name.

A sharp sound of desperation was wrenched from him when Sam bit the back of his neck. Fuck, fuck. So hard to hold back. He panted and gasped, forcing himself to hold on. Sam's grip on his wrists helped ground him a little.

He whimpered when he felt Sam coming inside him. He put his head down on the bed, letting himself enjoy the feel of Sam still moving through the last of the aftershocks. His own body was tense from the effort of holding himself on the edge, but it was worth it.

Sam slowed to a stop and panted against his brother's skin as he slowly recovered. He lapped at his skin teasingly, slowly shifting to pull out after a few moments. "Roll over for me."

Dean's arms trembled a little as he pushed himself up and flipped over. He laid back with a soft, desperate sound. It took a lot of will to not reach down to relieve the pressure for himself, but he waited to see what Sam had in mind.

Sam kissed down his brother's chest when he flipped over, taking a few moments to catch his breath as he trailed the way down. When he reached the other's cock, he gave a teasing lap at him, eyes darting up to watch his brother.

A moan started deep in Dean's chest and he shuddered, hands fisting in the sheets under him when Sam's tongue moved over him. He looked down, watching with wide, desperate eyes. Watching Sam was torture. That look on his brother's face made him impossibly harder.

Sam wasn't going to tease Dean long, not with how desperate he looked right now. He took him in deep, keeping his eyes on his brother's as he let out a moan around the sensitive flesh.

A strangled groan escaped him when Sam's mouth finally closed around him. Goddamn, it felt good. And watching Sam like that never failed to turn him on. A shudder ran through him when Sam moaned around his cock. "Not... not gonna last long..."

He didn't bother with any more teasing. He worked his brother over in earnest, moaning around him, sucking him hard. Anything that he knew Dean enjoyed having done to him.

As much as he would have liked to hold back, as soon as Sam started working him over like that, he was lost. When he came, he cried out loud, head falling back and eyes closing tight as he rode out the waves. His hips rolled a little, in spite of his effort.

Happy Birthday [For samefivealbums]

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