onlytobenormal | Night out ((for samefivealbums))

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.

Sam's hands fell to the bed, tangling in the sheets to avoid holding Dean too tight as he took him in deep, worked around him. He gave a low, satisfied noise as he arched back, legs spreading a little further. "Dean..."

Dean gave a deep sigh of contentment as he worked Sam over. His brother's cock got harder as he sucked and licked at the shaft. He drew back slowly, swirling his tongue around the head and sucking hard.

"Don't think I'll ever get tired of having my big brother's mouth on my cock," he murmured, eyes focusing hazily on his brother's head as he bobbed over him, shuddering in pleasure a little. "You look so good like this, Dean..."

His eyes rolled up to meet Sam's, a smile there even if his mouth was very busy. It always made him feel good to hear praise like that. And he was aware of how deeply disturbed that made him. Didn't matter though, he was enjoying the hell out of this.

Sam reached down to trace his fingertips over the other's face, along his cheek, his thumb brushing the corner of his mouth as it stretched around his length. "Dean..."

Night out ((for samefivealbums))

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