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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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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.

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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.]

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[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.]