onlytobenormal | Night out ((for samefivealbums))

He snorted at that, breath hitching when Dean's hand tightened around him. "Think I'd prefer having you under my desk while I'm doing my work first, man... porn after. You know, if you can still get it up." He flashed a teasing look at Dean.

"Is that a challenge, Sammy?" Dean raised his eyebrows, hand going still. "You know how I feel about challenges..."

Sam let out a soft, protesting noise when Dean's hand stop. "You haven't even finished sucking me off and fucking me until I can't move, Dean... should you be taking up any more challenges?"

"You should stop making them then," he mock-grumbled as he pushed Sam back over onto his back and made his way down to settle between Sam's legs again. His mouth descended eagerly on his brother's cock, sucking lightly at the head and swirling his tongue around it.

Sam groaned out when he was pushed back over, Dean's mouth on him again. "Hey... just- suggestions, Dean. It's good to keep things interesting, right?" He propped himself up, watching his brother take him back in again.

"I like keeping you entertained."

Dean's eyes rolled up to give Sam an amused look. Brat. Good thing Dean loved him.

He took Sam in slowly, taking his time. He sucked lightly at the shaft, his tongue working against it as he took it deeper and deeper.

Dean loved his being a brat--though he'd protest that he totally wasn't!

Sam's head rolled back as Dean took his time, biting at his lower lip. "Oh, God... that's so good. Dean..."

It better be good, for all the practice he put into it! If he was doing something wrong, Sam better have spoken up way before now!

Once he had Sam as deep as he could take him, he paused a moment to just hold him in his throat and suck around the shaft. Then he just as slowly made his way back to the tip. He sucked harder and lapped at the slit teasingly.

Sam definitely didn't have any complaints in this department--Dean was a natural talent apparently. He bit his lower lip, spreading his legs wider. "Dean..."

His back arched a little and he bit into his lower lip, eyes squeezing shut.

Dean wrapped his arms loosely around Sam's waist and let his head bob lazily over his cock. He alternated between sucking hard and soft as his lips moved over the hard shaft. He paused to suck teasingly at the head and then took him deep, working swallowing around him deep in his throat.

"Dean..." He bit his lower lip, squirmed a little, bringing up his hand to press to his forehead. Fuck, he was pretty sure he was going to be spent after this time... and he was looking forward to seeing if Dean could really make good on his promise of fucking him until he was too tired to even beg for a break.

That was probably twisted and even if it didn't happen, tonight wasn't a loss. Not after all the sex.

Dean was going to do his level best to give Sam everything he'd promised tonight. He hummed pleasantly at the sound of his name on Sam's lips and loved the way his brother was squirming under his touch. It was always good to feel Sam enjoying something Dean was doing to him.

He doubled his effort, working his brother over harder. He sucked and swallowed hard around his cock, lips and tongue working overtime to bring him closer.

"Dean... oh, fuck." He moaned out softly, the closer he got, the harder it was to just keep still, to not writhe around a little. "Dean, gonna... gonna come, Dean."

He bit hi, slower lip, rocked his hips up the closer he got, gasping the other's name when his orgasm finally hit, his hands grabbing at the sheets beneath him.

Dean swallowed eagerly, a thrill of pleasure shooting through him when Sam sounded so desperate. His arms tightened around Sam's waist and he took his brother's cock as deep as it could go. He sucked hard, eagerly working the softening length. This time, he might not let go right away when Sam asked. His brother wanted to be tired beyond begging, after all...

Dean kept him in his mouth, sucking him and driving him into even more of a frenzy as he worked his mouth over him. He bit his lower lip, whimpered out when Dean didn't exactly show signs of slowing down or stopping. "Dean--" He squirmed again, like that would accomplish much.

"Oh, god, Dean, that's..."

His eyes rolled up to watch Sam, a wicked look of amusement on his face. What better way to make sure Sam was absolutely milked dry than to hold onto the tail end of that last orgasm until Sam couldn't hardly move? Dean made eager, obscene sucking sounds as he kept working Sam over, watching his brother intently. He had to make good on his challenge, after all.

"Dean..." His muscles twitched and tensed under the continued attention, drawing out a soft whimper as he tried to squirm away a little. Dean was enjoying this or trying to drive Sam crazy with all the extra attention when he was too oversensitive to be able to stand it.

"Dean, please... Fuck, I can't-" He went to tangle in Dean's hair, give him a tug.

Well, since he said please...

Dean finally relented and slowly released his brother, letting Sam fall back onto the bed. He licked his lips and leaned over his brother, grinning down at him. "How 'bout now, Sammy? Am I making good on my challenge so far...?"

Sam was panting, skin slick and flushed as he brought his hands up to push through his hair, grateful that he was getting a breather finally. "Shut up, Dean," he grumbled, which could be translated as a definite yes.

"Awww. Poor little brother," he teased as he reached over to rummage in the nightstand drawer. He didn't even try to hide the cockring he pulled out and reached down to snap around his own cock. If he was going to fuck Sam until he couldn't stand it anymore, he was going to have to have one of these. One more orgasm was about all he had left in him, so he was going to have to hold it off.

Once it was in place, he hooked an arm under one of Sam's knees and pulled his brother's leg up to open him wider as Dean pushed into him with one smooth stroke.

The tease got a little half-hearted frown out of him, but he was distracted by what Dean was going over. Fuck... Dean was planning on making good on his threat. He bit at his lower lip, watching Dean arrange him like he wanted.

"Dean--" He groaned softly when his brother pushed into him deeply, head rolling back as his hands went to tangle in the sheets. "Oh, God..."

Damn right he was going to make good on his threat. He couldn't have his little brother going around thinking Dean ever wussed out on a challenge!

He didn't waste time with slow and easy. His hips rocked fast into Sam, thrusting in deep and rolling up to grind against that spot inside him that usually got him squirming.

It wrenched out a mewling noise from Sam, eyes going wide when Dean was suddenly grinding against that spot. He jerked a little, squirming against him, eyes locked on his brother's face. "Oh--"

He was holding tighter to those sheets, knuckles going white as he just let his eyes drift shut, just enjoyed the feel of his brother's cock, the way Dean was driving into him.

God, he loved getting those sounds out of Sam. His eyes stayed locked on Sam, hips hammering into him. "How's it feel, Sammy...?" He breathed.

He groaned, arching back, face twisting a little as Dean kept it up. "Oh, God, Dean..." He was panting, squirming. "Keep going," he managed, panting. Not ready to beg for him to stop yet, still able to stand the pace, the way his brother kept grinding against that spot. His own eyes stayed locked on Dean, watching his face. "Feels... feels good."

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