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[When Sam finally started to stir, he really wished he hadn't. He really had the mother of all hangovers here - his head was throbbing and god, everything felt horrible. His memory of last night was pretty hazy too, to boot. He did realize pretty quick off the bat that he'd been sleeping on Dean, tangled up in him.] Dean?

[Much as his body felt sluggish and heavy still, the minute he realized they were naked, he gave a jolt away from Dean, memories hazily filtering back in. Bits and pieces at least and he wasn't sure if his stomach did a flip because of some of the stuff he recalled or because of the hangover.] Dean! You... you need to wake up.

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Yeah... so do you, Dean. [He smiled a little, tipping his head forward against the other's, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as he brought a hand between his brother's legs. Rubbing against his entrance, he slowly started to press into him.] Need you so much...

[He rolled his hips a little, pressing into the touch of Sam's finger. He wanted it, too. Badly.] You've got me. Give you everything, just like you wanted.

[His free hand went to rub at Dean's hips lightly, leaning in to kiss at his neck and down his chest. When he thought Dean could handle it, he added a second finger. He was trying so hard to be patient here, but it was hard when he felt Dean so tight and hot around his fingers, knew from experience how perfect he felt on his lap.]

Good, Sammy. Don't stop. [He kept moving, slight motions that pushed him into Sam's fingers a little more firmly. Waiting, even though he knew it was necessary, was so damn hard. He wanted to watch Sam's face when he was coming undone.]

[His hand tangled in Sam's hair, following his path over his neck and chest. He felt like he was drowning, in such nice ways.] Gimmie more.

[He'd added a third finger as soon as he thought Dean could take it, looking up at him when he felt his brother's hands in his hair. He'd never get sick of how Dean griped at him, he didn't think or how husky his voice was in situations like this... god.] Going to give you whatever you want, Dean...

[He slowly withdrew his fingers, reaching for one of the condoms he'd put out - for all his earlier complaints about Dean coming prepared, he was pretty grateful for them now. Putting it on and adding more lube to himself, he was moving away from Dean, settling on the other end of the couch.]

Come on, come here, Dean...

[A whimper escaped him when Sam's fingers withdrew. He was getting into it. But, he knew what was coming next would be better. He climbed up onto his knees and crawled over to his brother when he was called and, okay, maybe he liked being ordered around a little more than he should. Not much he could -- or even wanted to -- do about it now.]

[He straddled Sam, arms around his neck, and kissed him hard. Wiggled up against him, panting raggedly against Sam's lips when the kiss ended.] Sammy... want you.

[He smiled when Dean straddled him, leaning into that kiss.] Want you too, Dean... God, please.

[He reaching between them, he grasped his length to help guide himself into Dean, his free hand rubbing at his brother's hips.] Love you, Dean...

[Dean tried to answer, but his breath left him as he pushed himself down onto Sam's cock; it was always too much and just exactly right all at once. He moaned helplessly, eyes going half-shut until he was completely seated in Sam's lap. From this angle he seemed to go even deeper and Dean rested his forehead against Sam's shoulder for a second to adjust.]

[When he looked up, he gave his brother a kind of dizzy, hungry grin and then he started to move. Awkward at first until he found a rhythm, rocking himself, lifting slightly, and pushing back down. His hands held tight to Sam's shoulders, eyes flicking between Sam's face and down to where their bodies were joined, watching each time Sam's cock moved in and out of him.]

[And there was Dean, back in his lap, wrapped around his cock so perfectly. God, it was like everything about them right now was a perfect fit and Sam kind of loved it, didn't want to lose it. His eyes roamed over Dean shamelessly as Dean moved, his hands smoothing up his hips and sides, rubbing down over his back as his eyes settled between their bodies.]

God, Dean... so good, man. You're so - good. [His breath hitched between soft moans.]

Gonna... ungh... gonna get better. [Dean used his hold on Sam's shoulders to move him gently. He pushed his brother to move until he was laying back with his head pillowed on the armrest of the couch. He reached back to Sam's legs.] Bend... your knees, Sam.

[When he felt Sam's knees against his back, he reached his arms around to brace his hands on them, then used to new leverage to his advantage, pushing up and slamming himself back down onto Sam's cock. He'd promised to give the couch springs a workout and he was going to deliver.]

[Sam moved how Dean directed him - God, he'd do whatever Dean asked him to if he got to keep watching Dean ride him like that. and this position was even better, got to see even more.]

God, Dean... you look so - ah... [God, he gasped out desperately when Dean started to practically slam down on him, his hands trembling as they smoothed over his brother's stomach, wrapped around his cock to stroke him. wanted to watch Dean desperate for him, desperate for this. Desperate as he was.] That's good - God, so good, like that...

[Dean was just gone. Washed away on sensation. Everything was touch... how Sam's hands felt on him, the sensation of slamming himself down onto Sam again and again, the ache in his arms from the added pressure of the position, the burn in his leg muscles as they kept him moving.]

[When Sam took hold of Dean's cock, his eyes snapped open. He hadn't even realized he closed them. His eyes locked on the sight of his brother's hand moving over him and he moaned desperately, shuddering all over. It wasn't going to last long. He'd been almost there back at the door.] Sammy... oh, god, please... yes, yes, yes...

[Sam wasn't too far behind, getting closer with every move of Dean's hips. His free hand moved over the other's hip, tracing that mark there, the mark he'd left and the one Dean would be able to see for days after this.]

Sam was panting heavy, eyes locked on his brother's. He rolled his hips up as much as he could in this position, pumping the other faster.] Dean... gonna - oh god, gettin' so close, man...

[His own panted litany of yes, yes, yes was hardly out of his mouth before he was coming, spilling over Sam's hand and slamming himself down even harder as he rode out the waves. His back bent and his head tipped back a bit over Sam's knees, putting his body at just the right angle for Sam's cock to hit all the right places inside him. His brother's name replaced the yes on his lips.]

[The whole time, he kept his eyes open, focused on Sam's. Wanted to see every second of his brother coming apart with him.]

[Sam forced his eyes to stay open as well, wanting to watch Dean as he came, as he arched back like that. God, he looked good like that, so good. All he could do was moan the other's name as he came hard right along with him. Somewhere along the way, his eyes squeezed shut and he tossed his head back.] God... Dean...

[He panted heavy, lips parted as he slowly recovered, tried to catch his breath.] God that was... [he paused, opening his eyes slowly to meet his brother's.] Really starting to like this couch, dude.

[He laughed breathlessly, slowly sagging forward to slump against his brother. His arms settled around Sam's shoulders and he let his face lull against Sam's neck.]

Kind of fond of it, myself. [Sam was still inside him and that should maybe bother him, but it didn't. He was half convinced he could stay like this all night and he didn't much care what that said about his moral character.] Mmm... Sammy.

[He brought his arms up around Dean when he slumped forward, eyes drifting shut. He was still buried inside of Dean and he... didn't even care. He wanted to stay like this as long as they could.]

[He turned his head to kiss the other's shoulder lightly.] Love you, Dean...

Love you, too. [A few beats passed and a grin spread across Dean's face where it was tucked in against Sam's neck. He just couldn't stop himself...] Baby.

[He snorted at that, laughing softly.] Dork. [He rubbed a hand up the other's back.]

Mmm, we're gonna have to get up eventually, you know...

[Yes, but he was a happy dork. He wiggled slightly, curling in against Sam more tightly.] Says who?

[He turned his head, nuzzling slightly into the other when his response was to curl in more.] So are we just going to stay like this the rest of the night? Is that your plan, Dean?

Quit readin' my mind, Sammy. S'not polite. [He chuckled softly, kissing the side of Sam's neck lightly.] Besides... I've gotta wonder... if we stay like this, can I get you hard again and how fast? [There was just no more smugness that would fit into Dean's voice right now.]

What... [And for a moment, he looked flustered, but he tried his best to cover that up fast.] You weren't joking about testing this couch out, were you?

[He turned his head, nipping at the other's neck playfully.] Mmm, guess we can try and figure it out, right?

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