onlytobenormal | Night out ((for samefivealbums))

He groaned, arching back when he was pulled in even deeper, biting back a whimper. Fuck, Dean was too good at that, knew every way to get him worked up. There was something even better about it when he was thoroughly fucked just a moment ago by his brother, could feel the stickiness between his thighs... and God, that should make him feel ashamed, but he was beyond the point of caring what got him off about Dean because the answer was almost everything. He bit his lower lip, tangled tighter in his hair.

"Dean... fuck, yes, so good."

To be fair, he'd been getting a lot of practice in since he settled down with Sam. Even before they left Stanford. And before that, it had been one of his favorite acts. It was submissive and weirdly powerful at the same time. Sure, he was on his knees, usually, for someone while he was doing it, but he was also quite capable of making them squirm and beg. And Sam squirmed better than anyone else he'd ever gotten his mouth on.

Even though he wasn't nearly hard yet, his hips rocked reflexively against the bed as he sucked on Sam like there was nothing better. Chain sucking Sam like this always turned him on, because it took longer each time to get Sam off. He had to work harder, bring out all his tricks. And he loved every second of it.

They had gotten a lot of practice in on a lot of things, actually. They seemed to be excelling in learning what moves would have each other squirming and wanting more. He gasped softly, eyes drifting shut.

"Dean... oh, God," he panted, followed by quiet pleas and praise. He bit his lower lip, hands tangling through Dean's hair, encouraging him.

He moaned around Sam's length, responding to the praise and encouragement. He loved the way his brother's voice got rough and husky the more turned on he was. Sam felt, sounded, and tasted prefect just then. Everything Dean wanted.

"Dean..." His head rolled back, feeling that pleasure building up under his brother's attention. Everything was perfect right now. Dean looked good like this, always did this so enthusiastically, and part of him wanted to try and draw this out longer, not in a rush.

Sam didn't have to worry much about drawing it out, since Dean planned to do this again and again until Sam couldn't possibly get it up again. He opened his eyes again and raised his hazy gaze to look for Sam's. His head bobbed as he moved along his brother's length.

"Dean..." His voice was a little more urgent this time as he propped himself back up, opened his eyes to look at her. "Dean, getting close... God, I'm gonna come."

At the warning, Dean took Sam down as deep as he could and sucked harder, swallowing around the length. He moaned eagerly and did everything he could to encourage Sam to let go and enjoy it. His eyes stayed locked on his brother's face, wanting to watch him come apart.

Sam groaned deeply, meeting Dean's eyes hazily. He bit his lower lip to keep himself as quiet as he could. It wasn't long at all before he was coming into Dean's mouth, letting out a loud moan and letting himself fall back onto the bed.

Dean swallowed down every drop and then eased the sucking back to just a barely there pressure, holding Sam deep in his throat. He wanted to see how long Sam could stand it before he pushed him off.

Sam stayed against the mattress, biting at his lower lip as Dean kept him in his mouth. He didn't push him off right off, whimpering at the warmth around his cock, the slight pressure. His entire body felt overheated, his cock oversensitive, almost too sensitive. Eventually, his body won out and he gave Dean a nudge, giving a soft whine. "Oh god, Dean, please- need... need a breather, dude."

He slowly pulled off Sam and sat up, grinning down at his brother. The whole point was to push Sam to his limits. He seemed to be doing pretty well, so far.

He shifted to lay down beside Sam and leaned in to kiss and nip at his brother's neck, hand wandering teasingly down his chest.

Sam let out a soft noise when the other leaned in to kiss at his neck, sighing at the touch to his chest. "Mm, Dean..." He turned his head, seeking out the other for a proper kiss, nipping at him lightly. "Going to fuck me again?"

Dean returned the kiss, smiling against Sam's lips. The hand he was stroking his brother with moved down to his own cock and stroked himself, working back up to full hardness. "That's the idea. Thought you wanted a break...?"

"Just a breather, man..." He lifted his hand to cup the side of Dean's face, eyes drifting down between their bodies to watch as he stroked himself. "I'm not begging you to stop yet."

"Good. Not ready to stop yet. I want to fuck you again and suck you off at least once more." He leaned in to kiss Sam and then shifted over to settle himself on top of his brother again. He rocked his hips in against his brother's, grinding his cock down against Sam's sensitive one. "Think you can take that? Or more?"

He groaned softly, his arms coming up around Dean as he ground himself down against him. He shivered, biting at his lower lip because fuck, Dean was determined to push him here. Parting his legs, he drew a leg up around his brother's hip, his hands rubbing over his sides. "God, Dean... yeah, I can take it. Fuck, I'd let you keep going as long as you want."

"That right?" When Sam's leg came up around him, he shifted down a bit more and pushed up into Sam again. He groaned as he sank into his brother's body once again. Bent his head to kiss him hard. "Gonna hold you to that, Sammy."

His nails bit into the other's back when Dean pushed into him again, groaning deeply as he was filled by the other. "Yeah, are you? How far are you going to take it?" He asked after the kiss, voice rough. "Until I couldn't get hard again if my life depended on it, big brother? How about after that, going to keep fucking me until you can't either?"

Dean groaned and pushed in a little harder at the feel of those nails on his back. Sam's words weren't encouraging any kind of slowness, either. "Fuck! Yes. All of that. Until you're too tired to even beg for rest. Until we're both so sweaty and sticky, the sheets are stuck to us."

Sam held tighter to the other as he started to pick up speed, groaning deeply at the feel of Dean inside of him, the look on his brother's face. He settled back on the pillows, eyes focused on Dean, watching him. "Good... fuck, I want you to, Dean." And since Dean was always turned on when he talked dirty, he didn't bother keeping quiet. He raked his nails up the other's back and down again, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"I love it when we spend all night fucking, you know. Then I go to class or work, exhausted and sore and knowing it's all because of you, 'cause I can't keep my hands off you, 'cause my big brother is too good to resist for too long."

Those words and that look on Sam's face... should be illegal. Unfair his brother could look that hot right now, when Dean was already half crazy with lust. Brat.

"I love sending you off to school like that. Love the thought that all the cute little college girls are looking at the marks I leave on you and knowing my baby brother's off limits." He groaned and thrust in harder, shuddering as he pushed closer to the edge. "Mine, Sammy. All mine."

Fuck, Dean was pounding into him and he didn't think he'd ever seen anything so hot in his life. His legs spread a little wider to give Dean ore space, his hands raking down his sides. "They know, Dean... know to keep away, know with all the marks you leave on me that I'm getting fucked hard by my brother and I love every minute of it. No one could do this to me, Dean, no one else, never like this."

Oh, he wanted to answer, but his orgasm slammed into him and all he could do was call Sam's name and groan. His hips stuttered in their motion as he came hard and deep inside Sam. Fuck, Sam knew every way to get him hotter than he thought possible.

He panted raggedly when he came down from that high. His skin was slick with sweat and he rested his forehead against Sam's shoulder, eyes closed as he tried to slow his heartbeat. "God, Sam..."

He gasped, his arms wrapping around Dean as the other spilled into him. He looked so good when he came, and even better when he curled in, sated and panting against him. He was pretty sure Dean bordered past just hot right into beautiful in moments like this... not that he'd actually say that to him. It was kind of girly anyway and Dean'd probably take it as an insult to his manhood or something.

He smiled and turned to press a breathless kiss to his brother's temple. "That was great."

Night out ((for samefivealbums))

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