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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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'Member you said that, Sammy. [Dean practically purred against Sam's ear, then traced the outer edge of the ear with the tip of his tongue. He spoke softly right up against it.] Got two ideas. One's gonna have to wait, but the one I'm thinking now... wondering about that stamina of yours. Wonder if I can get you to fuck me out, 'till I can't come anymore, then fuck me again so I can watch everything. Wanna watch you take everything.

[And Sam was focused instantly on that breathy voice against his ear. He let out a soft noise when Dean spoke, eyes drifting shut. Oh. That... that sounded good. Really good. He went to cup the other's face, trying to guide him into a proper kiss.] God, I shouldn't like that you're this big of a perv, dude.

[He smiled a little.] How many times you think you got left in you anyway?

[He was totally compliant when Sam brought him around to kiss, his tongue going in to slide against Sam's. His hands rubbed idly over Sam's chest.] You haven't seen perverted yet, dude. I've got whole depths of perversion we have yet to get into.

[He licked Sam's bottom lip and kissed him again before answering, returning once more to murmur against his ear.] Depends on how hard you think you can nail me.

You know, I never thought I'd say this, Dean, but I'm kind of curious to find out what's in that head of yours.

[He was enjoying what he saw so far after all. His hands raked up the other's back at those words, rolling his hips up as much as he could in this position.] Think I want you on your hands and knees for that, Dean...

Curious about lil' ol' me? [He grinned.] And, you can have me any way you want me, Sammy.

[Testing the depths of his current perversion, Dean reached for Sam's right hand and pulled it to him. He wasn't sure if he was going to like this, but since it directly related to that other filthy idea he was kicking around, he might as well give it a shot. He caught Sam's eye and then, very deliberately, licked across Sam's sticky palm.]

If you keep coming up with... interesting stuff like that, yeah. [He flashed the other a smirk.]

[Last thing he expected was Dean to grab has hand like that and actually lick it. He idly bit at his lower lip, eyes lingering on Dean, watching him. God, it wasn't - fair. Dean kept outdoing himself, finding new ways to send pleasant little jolts through Sam, new ways to get him wanting it.] Dean...

Hmmm. [It wasn't so bad. Certainly not the best thing he ever tasted, but it wasn't the worst, either. Eyes still locked on Sam's face, he held the hand still, finishing off his palm, then carefully licking each finger. When they were clean, he took Sam's middle finger into his mouth, sucking it slow and lazy.]

[By the time Dean had taken his finger into his mouth, Sam couldn't have stopped the quiet moan that left him if his life had depended on it. He pushed himself to sit up, holding himself up with his free hand as his lips grazed over the other's jaw.] Starting to think - you can make anything look hot, dude.

[and he knew that was going to go straight to his ego, but it came out before he'd thought the better of it.]

[Dean's lips curled up at the corners, but he didn't stop his work on Sam's finger. It was given all the attention he would have given Sam's cock, licking the length and sucking rhythmically. He could feel Sam getting hard again and he clenched his muscles in response, encouraging.]

[The finger popped out of his mouth with a wet, obscene sound and he licked his lips, eyeing Sam with a feral look.] ... about you fucking me?

[Sam's breath hitched when he felt Dean tighten up around his length like that. God, the licking and the teasing were too much. He reached for the other's hips, guiding them as he encouraged the other to move.] Yeah... thinking about that too, man.]

[Sam's encouragement got him moving, rolling his hips to grind down onto his cock. Dean bent his head to flick his tongue across Sam's nipple.] Still want me on my hands and knees? Better decide before we get to the point where I won't let you pull out.

[Sam let out a shuddering breath, rolling his hips up as much as he could in this position, letting out a low moan. He just wanted to enjoy this a few more moments, get lost in the feel of his brother pressed against him, moving against him.] Y-yeah... okay.

You better move soon or I'm not gonna let you pull away, Dean.

[Hands braced on Sam's shoulders, Dean slowly pushed himself up on his knees, giving a slight whine of loss when Sam slipped out of him. As much as he loathed to leave the couch, he wanted much more room for this. He went down on his knees on the carpet, bent to brace his hands in front of him, and looked back over his shoulder at his brother.] Don't keep me waiting, Sam. C'mon.

[He watched Dean slide down onto his hands and knees and he didn't even need to be told to hurry up. He slipped onto the carpet before his brother, holding his hips with one hand and guiding himself back into Dean with the spare. He ground his hips against him teasingly before slowly starting a steady pace.]

[Dean laughed breathlessly, head hanging low between his shoulders as he rocked back into Sam's thrusts.] Can't believe you're goin' slow right now. Really determined to fuck me completely out this time, aren't ya?

What, you want it hard? [There was a light note to his tone, teasing. He licked his lips, reaching over to hold at the other's hips as he gave a harder, rougher thrust into him, pace quickening.] Harder?

Yes! [The word was almost a shout, reacting to Sam's sudden, rough motion. Dean shoved back against him in response. He laughed again, raking in quick breaths between.] Give it to me, baby. [He shot Sam a wicked look over his shoulder.]

[There was a breathy laugh in response as Sam drew back out only to slam right back in. Maybe if he kept up the pace, went faster even, Dean would be too distracted for any more baby's slipping out.] God- even... even like this, you're still kinda - lame, dude.

Oh, god, Sammy... [He leaned down further, putting his weight on his forearms instead of his hands, changing up the angle. He rested his head on his arms, letting Sam set the pace.] Can't believe you're insulting me while you're fucking me. Classy, dude.

[He let out a groan between pants, eyes roaming over Dean.] You're the one - you're the one calling me stupid nicknames, dude. Baby is what you'd call a girlfriend, okay? [But God, it was hard to even complain with the way Dean looked right now and felt.] God, you're so good...

I was... ungh... was kidding, this time. [He was moaning, too. Struggling for breath and hard as a rock once again.] I know you're... not a girl, Sam. Jesus, fuck, I know you're not a girl. Faster, Sammy, come on.

[His lips quirked up a little despite himself, rubbing his hand lightly over the other's hips.] I know, Dean... wasn't that - that mad about it. [Wasn't mad at all really or annoyed. He thrust harder into the other, picking up the speed.] God, Dean...

[It was a good thing Dean wasn't interested in continuing with the conversation, since the increased pace stole away any air he wasn't currently using to stay conscious. He moaned low and long, the sound broken up each time Sam slammed his body into Dean's. He pushed back, fighting to keep pace.]

[Sam couldn't spare the extra effort to carry it on either. His focus was on keeping up the rough pace they set, groaning out deeply. His fingers tightened on Dean's hips even more, using the leverage to help pull Dean back onto his cock. He breathed the other's name, head falling forward.]

[Belatedly, Dean realized he was going to have honest-to-god hand prints on his hips from the way Sam was holding him. He whimpered absolutely shamelessly at the thought, grinding back against his brother. Since he liked Sam's hands right where they were, he lifted one of his own to grab hold of his own cock and start jerking himself roughly in time with the pace Sam set. His whole body tensed, teetering on the edge.]

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