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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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Are you saying I can't restrain myself? [Dean set himself to kissing his brother breathless. His hands moved up and trailed through Sam's hair. He pressed in tight, squirming teasingly against his brother.]

Our restraint was non-existent yesterday, Dean- [he let out a noise into that kiss, tipping back against the fingers going through his hair, his thoughts kind of derailed.]

[He brought up his leg, loosely putting it around Dean as he started to wiggle against him like that. His own fingers went to tug at the other's shirt, trying to draw it up his back to be able to touch the skin underneath - Dean wanted to tease him? he wasn't the only one who could play at that game.]

[Restraint was overrated. Dean made a pleased sound against Sam's lips when he felt hands on his back. It didn't stop him from squirming, pressing as much of himself against Sam as he could.]

[His hands worked through Sam's hair, fingertips scrunching against his scalp, tugging gently at the soft strands. He kissed his brother harder, nudging his lips apart with his tongue, teasing against his brother's.]

[He meant to tease a little and probably pull away, but... Dean was a little too tempting here. The squirming and the noises--]

[And god, those fingers through his hair. The way he tugged his hair and rubbed against his scalp drew out a deep moan, lips parting to let Dean have entrance. He pushed himself up against the other.]

[It was possible that Dean had been too hasty in teasing Sam about his hair all this time. Of course, there was no way he could have known how much he would enjoy tugging on it like this. He continued raking his fingers through Sam's hair, inching up higher to kiss harder, tipping Sam's head back farther.]

[Slowly, teasingly, he started rocking his hips against his brother's. Sam's leg was still around his waist, which he took as encouragement.]

[he squirmed underneath Dean when the other started to rock against him. He raked his nailsover the other's back lightly, teasingly. He turned away from the kiss, panting slightly against the other's skin.]

Some restraint, dude.

I believe I said "restrain myself from getting you naked." You're not naked, are you? [He gave his brother a wolfish grin and bent to nuzzle down Sam's jaw. He licked broad stripes along Sam's neck, sucking softly on the pulse point beating under his skin.]

[His hands slipped out of Sam's hair, slid down over Sam's chest, and down to his waist. They slipped under Sam's shirt, teased a moment, then moved down just under the waistband of his pants.]

Not yet, no. [He grinned a little, tilting his head back to offer up more access to Dean as his mouth explored.]

[he arched against those hands, giving a soft, pleased noise.] God, Dean...

[Dean's hands moved low on Sam's belly, across his hips, around to the small of his back... everywhere but the most urgent spot. He grinned so smugly at Sam's breathless words and sounds.] We should move, maybe? Take advantage of those new sheets?

[Not that he was making it easy to separate, with his mouth and his hands all over his brother.]

[Sam squirmed underneath the touches, biting at his lower lip.] Yeah... yeah, okay. Gotta get off me first, dude.

And uh- grab the... lube and stuff. [Because r=they'd probably be needing it if they wound up in bed.]

Awwwwww, do I have to? [Dean whined playfully as he slipped his hands out from under Sam's clothes. He gave his brother one more kiss before slowly prying himself away.]

[Sam's reminder made him grin and before his brother got up, Dean leaned in and whispered against Sam's ear in the most sultry tone he could manage...] Yes, master.

[Then he hopped up to retrieve the requested items from wherever they'd been abandoned the night before.]

Well, I'm not carrying you, dude... [He grinned, rising up slowly and... pausing at those words whispered against his ear. God, just the tone of Dean's voice sent a shiver down his spine...]

I think I could get used to this, dude...

[He got up while Dean gathered everything up, going to the bedroom and settling in on the mattress. Well, he paused first to get rid of his shirt and boxers then laid on the mattress.]

You think you could, huh? [Dean might let him get away with it once in a while, too. There was no reason to resist being bossed around a little if it meant getting brain-shattering sex out of the deal.]

[He grabbed up the lube and the condoms, still plenty of both, and carried them into the bedroom. He paused at the foot of the bed, letting his gaze rake over his brother's naked form, not even noticing himself licking his lips in anticipation.] That's cheating, you know. You being naked right now is not a reflection of my lack of restraint.

[He dropped the items onto the far side of the bed and took his time crawling up the length of Sam's body, planting random kisses and careful bites here and there as he went.]

[Sam gave a sheepish look at that, propping himself up on his elbows. Might have felt a little... smug at the way Dean was looking at him though.] I kinda thought we threw restraint out the window when we said we were going to go to the bed, dude.

[he shifted, laying back again when Dean crawled over him, his hands going to tangle in the other's hair. He let out an approving noise, head falling back.] You're wearing too many clothes still, you know.

Mmmm... [Dean hummed approvingly in his throat at the feel of Sam's hands in his hair. He liked the way they tightened a little every time he hit a sensitive spot.]

[He lifted his head and grinned when Sam commented on his clothes.] Is that an order? [Without waiting for an answer, Dean leaned down and captured Sam's mouth in a rough kiss.]

[Sam returned that rough kiss eagerly, his fingers sliding down the other's back, drawing him in closer. Instead of answering that question? Which would have been difficult anyway, occupied as the other was keeping his mouth, he went to tug at Dean's shirt, pulling it as far up as he could in this position.]

[Dean left his shirt bunched up under his arms for a few minutes, too busy kissing Sam to pull away and strip. He took his time kissing every which way... hard, fast, soft, slow. When he finally had Sam -- and himself -- good and breathless, he drew back and tugged his shirt up and off.]

[When he laid back down, he started kissing and licking his way back down his brother's body. Predictably, he started with his brother's neck. He licked and sucked softly on the marks he'd already left along Sam's collarbone, then nuzzled down his chest.]

[Sam was sort of too wrapped up in the kisses to insist on the shirt coming off. He was panting by the time Dean pulled away from the kiss, eyes hazily watching his brother as he took off his shirt. The look was soon followed by his hands smoothing down the other's chest, raking lightly down his skin.] God... Dean, look at you...

[Still didn't know when Dean stopped being his irritating big brother to this... a guy who could make him practically beg for this. He moaned out when his brother's lips found his neck.] Dean... don't stop.

[It was just about the best ego boost in the world to see Sam looking at him like that and hear the things he was saying. If Dean hadn't been so damn intent on getting his mouth on Sam, he might have managed a smug smile. His lips were otherwise occupied, though.]

[He paused over one nipple, licking it long and slow with the flat of his tongue before sucking in short, hard bursts. He worked one for several minutes, then switched to the other. His arms and one leg held him up above Sam, while the other leg slid between his brother's legs, thigh rubbing against Sam's cock slowly.]

[And Sam's mind kind of blanked under all the attention. His focus was solely on Dean. He tried to bite at his lower lip to keep quiet when the other's started rubbing against him, breath catching.]

[Dean and that stupid mouth of his. He couldn't do anything besides keep his fingers tangled up in Dean's hair to encourage those movements and arch up against him greedily. he rolled his hips, tried to grind himself against the other.] Dean... please, more...

[As if he could stop. Dean smiled against Sam's skin, methodically working his way down. He nipped and licked at each long line of muscle along Sam's belly then flicked his tongue across the belly button playfully. He was glad Sam had gone ahead and stripped, so when he settled himself between Sam's legs, he didn't have to worry about moving again.]

[Before he gave Sam what he wanted, Dean turned and pressed his lips to the soft skin at the seam where Sam's leg met his hip. The same spot he'd requested Sam leave his mark on Dean's body. He sucked and nibbled at the skin, pausing every so often to lap the growing mark with his tongue. While he worked, one hand rubbed the inner thigh of Sam's other leg, then slid higher to cup and gently squeeze Sam's cock.]

[Sam's muscles tightened slightly under the attention and it was a struggle to keep still, to stay laid back. He panted, soft noises and encouragements leaving his lips]

[He propped himself back up eventually, watched Dean move further down between his legs.] Dean... [He moaned out at the touch of his lips and teeth marking him, head tilting back. Now a mark somewhere like that? Personal and private? He could get behind that one. Worrying his lower lip when the other's hand moved to his cock, he traced a fingertip over Dean's face affectionately.] Want this one to linger awhile, Dean... God, I want to remember this every time I see it.

[His eyes slipped closed when Sam touched his face and asked for Dean to mark him well. His hand continued its slow, easy strokes down Sam's length while he worked the skin under his mouth. He sucked and lapped at the spot until the mark stood out deep and dark against the rest of the pale skin. He might just as well have written his name there for all that it turned him on. Just knowing it was going to be there for days made him harder than he would have thought possible.]

[The mark got one last lick before he turned his attention to the rigid length in his hand. He traced a line around the head with the pad of his thumb, then moved it down the full length, rubbing against the seam down the underside of his brother's cock. When his hand reached the base and took a solid grip, he bent his head and took just the tip in his mouth. He teased it with his tongue, running circles around it and sucking too softly to give any real relief yet.]

[Sam's eyes drifted shut as he just focused on those touches, the feel of Dean's mouth and those teasing strokes that were driving him crazy. It wasn't enough. It was nowhere near enough. He needed, wanted more.]

[He practically whimpered at the attention Dean turned on his cock because good as it was, it was nowhere near enough. He couldn't help but roll his hips up slightly, trying to get more of that mouth on him.] Dean, man... c'mon, please.

[For a minute or two, Dean just let his jaw relax, letting Sam rock himself up into his mouth shallowly. It wasn't a bad feeling, just something he'd have to get used to. He could see it getting uncomfortable if it went too far. Right now, though. Like this? It was kinda hot.]

[His free hand came up to push Sam's hips back down to the bed, then he took Sam in as far as he could go, pushing the limit of what he managed before. He dropped all pretense of teasing, sucking and swirling his tongue around his brother's cock, the hand around the base jerking him firm and steady.]

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