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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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[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.]

[Hyper aware of Sam's state, he noticed the clenched jaw and slowed even more. It was damn near impossible to hold himself back once he got the first feel of Sam's body so fucking tight around him, but this was his brother. He would be careful with him, always.]

[Dean reached his slippery hand over to take hold of Sam's cock, stroking a slow, easy pace. Trying to give him something else to focus on. He remembered the first time on the couch, touching himself to provide the distraction. He was so intent on everything he was doing, he didn't notice his own voice murmuring come on baby, come on baby again and again under his breath.]

[His hands rested on the other's shoulders, tightening over him as Dean continued to press in, going even slower than he had earlier. Sam wasn't sure if he was relieved or frustrated at the pace.]

[The hand... the hand helped though. Sam let out a gasp, rolling his hips up into his brother's hand and back against his cock when he thought he could handle it. He leaned up to press his lips against the other's, grinning a little against his lips.] Baby, huh?

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[The spark of relief he felt when Sam started to move on his own kind of fizzled out when he heard his brother's teasing voice. Fuck. He said that out loud? He couldn't help looking a little sheepish or the blush that miraculously appeared, despite the majority of his blood being way down south.]

Shut up. [Was all the answer he could manage to think of. He kissed Sam hard to forestall anymore teasing, groaning helplessly when he was finally as far inside as he could go. He held himself still, letting Sam have time to adjust. God, he wanted to move.]

[Dean was finally in as far as he could go and god, it was hard to think beyond how he felt buried to the hilt in him, let alone focus on anymore teasing. Right now anyway. He nipped at the other's lower lip when they parted from the kiss.] Dean, man, move.

[His hands smoothed over what they could reach, just wanting to touch, to keep Dean close. He could deal with any leftover discomfort, but he needed more now. He leaned up, turning his head to speak against the other's ear.] And yeah - that's... that's an order.

Fuck. [He wanted to say so much more, but that tone of voice and Sam's breath right up against his ear... all thought went right out the window.]

[Dean's free hand moved down to take hold of Sam's hip again as his other hand continued to stroke his brother and Dean started to move. He rolled his hips in a slow, steady pace at first. Then a little faster as his body started to lose contact with the part of his brain that was still functioning and urging caution. Jesus Christ, it was so fucking hot and tight. So good. He moaned long and low, broken up by the impact of his body thrusting into Sam's.]

[Sam clung a little harder to Dean when he finally started to move, letting out a low groan. His entire focus was centered on Dean now. Dean stroking him, Dean inside of him, Dean moaning like that because of him. His hands smoothed over the other's back, trying to draw him close. Blunt nails bit into Dean's skin as he let out a sharper moan of his own.] Dean... don't stop, like that.

[Pleasure was quickly taking over and Sam was starting to see why his brother had enjoyed this those couple times. His neck arched back, Sam let his eyes squeeze shut, lips parting as he panted for breath.]

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