onlytobenormal | Night out ((for samefivealbums))

"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."

"Good..." His pace didn't slow at all. He kept right on slamming into Sam with fast, deep strokes. "Look good like this. Sweaty, flushed, breathing hard... all 'cause of me. Love that I can do this to you. Only me."

His hips bucked up against Dean's, biting at his lower lip when he finally let his eyes drift shut. God, Dean was keeping his word about wearing him out. Sam felt so overheated and oversensitive, it was a wonder that he could even stand it now. He was practically mewling, nodding hastily at Dean's words. "Yours... everything, Dean, yours. Oh, god..."

"God, I love you." And that sound Sam was making was driving Dean insane. Fuck, he wanted to yank that ring off and come right now. Had to hold out a little longer, though. There was begging yet to be had.

"Dean..." He whined, reaching up to hold onto Dean's shoulders. He didn't think he could stand much more though and eventually, despite every bit of him that didn't want to, he was letting out a soft plea. "Dean, oh god, please... I can't--"

He was overheated and sensitive, each pounding thrust drawing out a whine or a whimper, making him buck up or writhe, and he just didn't know how much more he could take.

Music to his ears. Dean reached a hand between them to unsnap the ring and tossed it aside. Second later, he was coming hard, crying out Sam's name and shuddering hard. By the time he finally came down, he was completely wiped out. Maybe not as completely as Sam, but pretty damn close.

Sam let out a relieved groan when Dean finally settled, spent, eyes drifting shut briefly. At least he hadn't kept going until Sam was too exhausted to protest. He wasn't sure he could have handled it. "Dean..." He was still breathing hard, hazy, as he opened his eyes to look up at his brother.

"Love you..."

Dean probably couldn't have gone on past Sam genuinely asking him to stop. He hadn't figured that into his original threat.

"Love you." He kissed Sam lightly. Quickly, because they were still both struggling for air. He slowly withdrew and flipped over onto his back beside his brother. Holy fuck...

It took a moment, but Sam eventually got the energy to roll over and curl into his brother, head rested on his chest, arm around his waist.

Dean wrapped his arms around Sam and breathed a deep sigh of contentment. "Dunno 'bout you, but I plan to sleep in tomorrow."

Night out ((for samefivealbums))

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