onlytobenormal | Night out ((for samefivealbums))

He moaned deeply when Sam's gripped his hair. He loved the feel of Sam holding onto him like that while he fucked his mouth. It took a massive effort for Dean to stop grinding himself against the bed. As turned on as he was, it wouldn't take much more for him to come and he promised Sam more than just a blowjob.

He rolled his hips up a little faster, careful to not hurt his brother as he fucked up into his mouth. His eyes darted down to watch his face, eye focusing on his mouth wrapped around his cock, the way he looked pushing up into it and- fuck. He was moaning, coming at just the sight. His hips rocked steadily before coming to a stop, head falling back.

Dean's lips stayed tight around his cock while it moved back and forth across them. Sam was plenty big enough that he stretched them, made them ache from the friction. He loved it though. Loved the sounds and loved the way Sam looked down and watched.

After Sam came, Dean continued to suck him a few minutes more while he was oversensitive and reactive. Then he slowly pulled off and licked his lips, watching Sam lay there to catch his breath. He kissed his brother and then reached into the drawer in the nightstand for the lube. "Living up to what you were expecting so far, Sammy?"

Sam squirmed a little, whimpering as Dean kept sucking on him long after he was finished. He let his eyes drift shut as he worked on catching his breath when Dean moved off, looking up at him at the question. "Yeah..."

He reached up, running a hand down Dean's chest lightly, giving a contented, hazy look. "Always does, Dean."

He paused over Sam to enjoy that touch, then lightly kissed his way down Sam's body to settle between his legs once more. He kissed and nuzzled at Sam's hips while he slicked up his fingers and eased one inside him, slowly starting to work him open.

He was eager, so eager, to get inside Sam, but if he wanted his brother hard again by the time he was finished, he knew he'd have to take it slow.

His legs parted further for Dean, sighing out at the touches and kisses he was getting from his brother. He let his eyes drift shut to focus on how his brother was working him open, taking his time doing it. One hand trailed down to brush through his hair, over his shoulder, and anywhere else he could reach, just wanting to feel more of Dean.

A second finger followed the first and he continued working Sam open little by little. He smiled when he felt Sam's hand on him. Every little touch made him want more. As his hand kept working, he lapped at Sam's cock slow and easy.

Sam rolled his hips slowly back against his brother's hand, giving a deep, pleased groan. No way was he going to be getting hard this soon, but it didn't mean that this didn't feel good. His hands kept moving over Dean, touching and exploring where he could, half-lidded eyes locked on him. "Dean... it's okay, you know. I'm ready."

"You gettin' bored, Sammy?" Dean grinned up at him and gently withdrew his fingers. He reached for the lube again and prepared himself quickly. As nice as slow was, he really wanted to get inside Sam.

He pushed Sam's legs a little further apart, then positioned himself. Pushed in slow and easy. A deep groan escaped him as his brother's body took him in.

"Never get bored with you, Dean," he murmured, legs spreadng for the other as he positioned himself.

"But I do like feeling this." The stretch and fullness, the initial burn while his muscles adjusted, and not to mention the look Dean always gave him, the noises. He reached up to rest his hand on the side of Dean's face, the other curling over his shoulder.

He wasn't quite hard again yet, but Sam was more than content with enjoying the show, feeling his brother.

Dean kept everything slow. No need to rush yet. He wanted Sam hard again as soon as he could and slow teasing helped. Although, he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to keep that up when he was so damn hard and wanted Sam that badly.

"I like it, too. Love watching your face." He smiled down and leaned in to kiss him. "Love you."

He let out a soft noise into that kiss, bringing his arms around the other's neck and just holding onto him for now, keeping him pressed close. "Love you too..."

The slow teasing was nice and he let his eyes drift shut to just focus on the slow thrusts, the brush of Dean's body against his.

He settled on his elbows above Sam and kept rocking into him. Kept kissing him, nuzzling, biting gently. Right now, he was just lost in the feel of Sam under him and against him. It was always so good with him.

"Dean," he breathed softly against the other's lips, his fingertips dragging up the other's back lightly before resting on the back of his head, leaning up for another kiss. He rolled his hips back up slowly to meet his brother's pace, groaning against his lips.

Dean answered Sam's groan with one of his own. He kissed him harder, tongue moving against his lips to part them and press in deeper. The pace of his thrusting increased. His hands tightened on the sheets under his brother.

His lips parted eagerly into the kiss, giving a playful nip to the other's tongue. He brought his legs up around the other's hips, his hands raking down Dean's back and holding on at his hips.

At the feel of Sam's hands on his hips, he increased his pace. His body rocked harder into Sam's and his kisses became more eager. When the kiss ended, he drew back enough to catch his breath and then bent to attack Sam's neck, biting and sucking at the skin in all the places he knew drove his brother the craziest.

"Ah-" He gasped when Dean's mouth worked over his neck, arching up against the other. His nails bit in a little, dragging Dean into him harder with a moan. "Fuck, Dean..."

"Yeah, Sammy?" he breathed teasingly against Sam's neck before he continued working over the skin. Left a mark or two behind before he turned his attention to the other side of Sam's neck.

His pace picked up, moving harder and faster into Sam as he felt his end approaching. Hopefully, Sam wasn't too far from being hard again. He'd promised Sam some non-stop sucking and fucking, after all.

His response was another moan, his fingertips digging into the other's skin as he searched out every little sensitive part on his neck, fucked into him even harder. He wasn't far behind at all, already half hard against Dean's stomach again. He was rolling his hips up, breath hitching at the friction between their bodies.

Oh, he was close. The feel of Sam's fingers digging in and his moans were just pushing him closer and closer. He could feel Sam's cock getting hard between their bodies and that just turned him on more. Soon, he'd be getting his mouth back on his brother and there wasn't much that turned Dean's crank more than that.

He came with a deep groan of satisfaction, shuddering as he hammered into Sam, riding out the waves.

Sam held on tighter to Dean, buried his face against him at the pace, letting out a strangled noise as his legs tightened around his brother's hips. Oh fuck, that was... great. He rolled his hips up, grinding against Dean still, thinking how he'd have Dean's mouth back on him soon... though part of him didn't want his brother to pull away just yet, liked the press of their bodies together.

For a few minutes, Dean hips kept moving. It felt too good to stop until he had to. When he did, he laid against his brother and let his forehead rest on Sam's shoulder, catching his breath. Fuck.

Eventually, he gently withdrew from Sam and started kissing his way down his brother's body again.

Sam let out a soft whine when his brother finally slid out of him, missing the feel of him, but he knew it was going to be worth it as Dean worked his way back down his body. He arched up, propping himself up on his elbows to watch his brother. "Dean..."

That whine made him smile against Sam's skin even though he sympathized with it. His cock was already missing the tight heat of Sam's body. Still, he knew he'd be getting Sam in a whole other way in a few seconds, so he wasn't too disappointed.

When he reached his brother's half hard cock, he took it into his mouth and slowly swallowed him down as deep as he could go. He sucked and swallowed around it, soft and teasing for now.

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