Sam Winchester (
onlytobenormal) wrote2011-09-27 02:13 pm
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[As soon as they'd both got in the car, Sam was making his way towards the nearest clothing store he could think of. They needed to get Dean some seriously more appropriate clothes here soon. Though the thought of panty or bra shopping with Dean? A little bit awkward.]
[He was strangely more interested about the possible month with his brother than he thought he would've been before... Dean had come up. It was good to have his brother back in some way than when he'd first left for college. Still not something he wanted to think about and he didn't want to dwell on that bad blood, especially right now.]
So... how's it feel anyway? Waking up in a different body?
[As soon as they'd both got in the car, Sam was making his way towards the nearest clothing store he could think of. They needed to get Dean some seriously more appropriate clothes here soon. Though the thought of panty or bra shopping with Dean? A little bit awkward.]
[He was strangely more interested about the possible month with his brother than he thought he would've been before... Dean had come up. It was good to have his brother back in some way than when he'd first left for college. Still not something he wanted to think about and he didn't want to dwell on that bad blood, especially right now.]
So... how's it feel anyway? Waking up in a different body?
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[She'd slumped down onto the bed a moment before she heard him ask her to turn over. No, not ask. That was clearly an order. She shivered lightly, turning onto her back without a second's hesitation. She didn't know what Sam had in mind, but whatever it was, it was going to be good. That was a given. His second order gave her a jolt, in spite of the incredible orgasm she was still coming down off of. A smile appeared on her face and she licked her lips, pushing up to her hands and knees, crawling over to push him gently back into a comfortable sitting position. When he was settled, she stretched out before him, getting low enough to really work on him.]
[The first touch of her hand on him made her gasp a little. He was so hot, hard, and slick from being inside her. She groaned softly, her head dipping to put her mouth around the head of his cock, her hand stroking him from the base up, sliding easily over his slippery skin. She sucked him hard, her tongue swirling over him, tasting herself and his precome.]
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[The first touch of her hand made him shiver, his hand going to rest on top of her head gently to brush through her hair - not guiding her trying to make her take in any more of him than she wanted.] Dean... [His breath caught as she took him in, sucked him. He whimpered, hips nudging forward a little as he just let himself focus on what she was doing to him.] Oh god, Dean... so good. Love you so much....
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[As much as he wanted this to last, he'd already been so close anyway and Dean... knew how to work her mouth.] Dean- God, I'm not gonna- getting so close...
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D-Dean... Dean... oh god...
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[When Sam relaxed, she slowly released him, but stayed sprawled in his lap. She moved her hand away from his cock, letting it rest against his belly as she slowly and methodically licked him clean of every last trace of her slick moisture and his own come. When she was done, she rested her cheek against his stomach and smiled up at him.] That what you wanted?
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Really great. [He paused, smiling.] Was that... I mean, was that what you wanted?
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[He paused, thoughtfully. Much as he liked spending days with Dean in bed, he never quite forgot that his brother- well, wanted to see how he spent his time up here, had wanted him to show him around, so...] You want to go out tomorrow night? There's this- place, a club, I've gone to with some friends before. We can check it out.
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[he rubbed his hand down her back soothingly.]
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