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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.]

[Sam forced his eyes back open, back on Dean. There was an added thrill, watching himself push up into his brother's mouth, watching Dean allow him to do that. His fingers brushed through Dean's hair lightly, a low moan leaving his lips.] Look so good... Dean--

[He gasped when his hips were pushed back down and Dean descended on him, took his cock in even deeper and worked him over in earnest. He let out a soft cry, grabbing at the sheets with both hands, holding tight.] Dean! God, please!

[Every sound his brother made sent a jolt right to Dean's groin. He was acutely aware that he still had sweatpants on, the soft cotton stretched to its limit in the front. He forced himself not to grind against the mattress. Didn't want to risk getting off before he could give Sam what he asked for.]

[He rolled his eyes up to look at Sam's face. It was just obscene how good his brother looked coming apart like that. He moaned low in his throat, feeling the vibrations around the hard length he was working over. His hand twisted a little with each stroke, giving a little more friction as he put every effort into sucking harder, taking it deeper. Anything to keep Sam making those sounds.]

[He gasped, back arching, doing everything he possibly could to keep from bucking up into his brother's mouth, that talented mouth that was driving him insane. He couldn't have bit back on one gasp or moan or anything that kept slipping out if he'd wanted.] Dean... Dean!

[As much as he wanted this to last, to keep going because - it was good, too good, he found it in himself to bring up a hand, tangle in his brother's hair to give him a tug up.] Dude, stop... please or I'm not gonna last. [He paused, trying to catch his breath a little, try to get his brain to function at least enough to make a sentence.] And I want to, Dean... want you.

[Reluctantly, Dean pulled back and released Sam. He licked his lips and swallowed, taking a few deep breaths to get himself back under control. If Sam hadn't stopped him, he'd have gone right through to the end. Had been completely lost in the sight, sound, and taste of his brother. He kept one hand firmly around Sam, just holding, and leaned up to catch the other in a kiss.] Hold on, Sammy. Gonna take care of you.

[He sat back and reached for the bottle of lube, popped it open, and poured some out onto his fingers. Slowly, carefully, he rubbed the tip of his index finger against Sam's tight entrance, then started to push gently inside.]

[Sam immediately missed that mouth on him when Dean pulled away, but he wanted so much more than that. He needed so much more. He leaned in to that kiss eagerly though, his hand cupping the side of his brother's face.] I know you will...

[he leaned back, watching Dean hazily, lips quirking up just slightly. He kept himself as relaxed as he could as the other prepared him. Definitely was... a weird feeling, had to admit. Uncomfortable, but God, lust was still winning out here. He wanted this. He let out a soft breath, eyes drifting shut.]

[Dean was the one who was anxious now. It was all well and good to charge headlong into something that might cause him pain, but he wasn't going to take chances with Sam. His eyes flicked back and forth between Sam's face and his finger carefully working his brother open. Used more lube than probably strictly necessary, but it made things so much easier when he eased a second finger in along with the first.]

[He twisted his fingers inside Sam, curling them slightly. Wanted his brother to feel all the things he'd been enjoying the last few days. His voice was breathy when he spoke again.] Okay, Sammy...?

[Sam let his eyes drift shut, just focusing on the way Dean's fingers felt, the way he was stretching him open. Honestly, he could take this. He wanted it too much to back out now. His breath caught slightly when he felt the other's fingers curling inside of him, eyes opening slowly again to focus on Dean's face.]

Y-yeah... I'm fine, Dean. [tentatively, he rolled his hips against the other's fingers, breath catching a little.]

That's it. Nice and easy. [His free hand rubbed Sam's hip, his thumb grazing the mark he just finished putting on his brother's skin. He worked the two fingers in and out until he was sure more wouldn't hurt, then carefully added the third. He gave Sam a few seconds to adjust before he moved them, sliding in and out, scissoring slightly apart and back again.]

[He bent at a slightly awkward angle to lick a slow stripe up Sam's cock, unable to leave it unattended for too long. His fingers continued to work inside Sam as his tongue bathed the length under his mouth, licking and kissing, lapping wantonly at the pre-come slick at the head.]

[Sam watched Dean carefully, taking in every detail of his brother as he did this. Wanted to remember this... maybe one day, he'd wish he could forget it, but not right now, not when it felt so good and not when Dean looked so hot.]

[By the third finger, he could feel his body protesting it even more at the stretch and yeah, maybe it got him kind of worried considering he knew by now Dean was definitely a lot bigger than that, but... he trusted him. He did. And Dean had enjoyed being in his position, so... he could wait and see.]

[Besides, Dean was being distracting enough with that mouth of his. It had Sam giving another soft groan, head falling back a moment. Dean was... way too good at that, leaving him wanting more. Craving more.] D-Dean... c'mon, I'm ready, man. Please...

[Dean wanted to go even slower, take even more time, but Sam was pleading and his own body was just about screaming for release. He looked up, breath catching at how needy and desperate Sam looked. There was no way Dean could deny him any longer.] Okay. Alright...

[He rubbed his free hand soothingly over Sam's belly for a moment, before he took it back and pushed his sweatpants down, heaving a huge sigh of relief when his erection sprang free. He kicked them away, then reached for the condoms, hands shaking from the need, anxiety, and pure want. He groaned softly as he rolled the condom on, then applied more lube, slicking himself up thoroughly before he reached for Sam again.]

Tell me if you want me to stop. [Dean made sure his brother heard him before he used his already slippery hand to guide himself slowly, carefully into Sam.]

Dean, I'm not going to want you to. [Didn't matter if it hurt a little or whatever. He wanted this. Wanted to feel this. And God, Dean looked too good right now, he wasn't even trying to hide the way his eyes raked over his brother.]

[When Dean settled between his legs, he brought his hands up to smooth lightly over the other's chest, trying to distract himself as he felt the other guide himself in. Yeah, it definitely wasn't amazing yet - he felt like he was being stretched beyond his limits, felt like it was burning, but Dean was going slow enough to let him grit his teeth and adjust to it. just had to relax. Just had to focus on Dean - on his face, on his body, on anything that could keep him distracted.]

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