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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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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.

Sam groaned when the other spilled himself into his mouth, swallowing it down. He smoothed his hand up his brother's stomach and chest as he rode it out and once Dean had settled, he started to ease away. "Mm, Dean..."

He moved up his body, kissing him lightly.

Dean kissed him back, smiling a little against his lips. Didn't mind the taste of himself on Sam's lips. "Love you," he murmured, wrapping his arms around him.

"Love you too," he murmured, resting his head down against the other's shoulder, relaxing against him. "Have fun?"

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