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_{(Continued from sws)}

[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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Mine... you're always mine. [He murmured the words against her lips, groaning when his hands were guided to the chains, made to tug the chains.] Good... [He murmured the words, giving them another tug as his mouth went to her neck, sucking and biting. Wanted to leave his marks behind, wanted to see her marked up and entirely his and--dammit, he was getting close. So close...]

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[The second tug on the chains had her whining, then when he attacked her neck like that, all thought went away. Her body moved on auto-pilot, riding Sam as hard as she could manage, holding on tightly to him, crying out wordlessly when her orgasm hit. She kept moving through it, riding out the waves, drawing it out for as long as she could.]

[He groaned as she came around him and just kept moving, kept riding him until he was following her. He held to her, tight, groaning against her skin, biting at her lightly.]

[He panted against her, nuzzling at her affectionately.] God, I love you, Dean... [He nipped at him light.] Mine...

[When she finally came down from the rush, she was holding tightly to Sam and shuddering with aftershocks. Her whole body felt oversensitive. Especially those three points still held snugly by metal clamps. Her head lulled onto Sam's shoulder as she fought to calm her breathing. Another shudder ran through her when he said mine like that.] Only yours. [She murmured the words, finally noting all the bites and marks on her neck and smiling contentedly.] Love you.

[His arms came around her, rubbing a hand over the other's back, head resting against her shoulder lightly as he relaxed.] Feel good? [He wasn't ever going to apologize for all those marks he'd left on her - she liked them and he liked seeing them on her. He did lap affectionately at the mark.]

Feel incredible. [She answered contentedly. She tilted her head back to encourage more of that tongue action and sighed happily. Her body was still reflexively clutching at Sam, still buried deep inside her.] Did you like it?

Good. [He smiled a little bit, shifting to be able to meet her gaze, forehead pressing against hers.] Definitely. You're so hot, Dean...

Mmmm... wanna know a secret? [She snuggled closer and whispered against his ear.] I've never felt sexier than when you're watching me.

[That got a small smile out of him, almost a little shy this time embarrassed maybe.] Dude, what are you talking about? Male or female, you're-- [he paused, shrugged because normally they didn't give compliments like this, but...] amazing, you know? [And maybe to try and lighten it a bit...] could've been a model or something.

[Dean leaned back and stroked Sam's hair off his face. She smiled at him, not at all teasing. She wanted him to see she believed it.] It's different with you. I know you love me. Other people want me, but nobody else feels like you do.

[She grinned at the modeling suggestion and winked.] Maybe if I need some quick cash I'll dig up a modeling job, huh?

[He tipped into the other's hand lightly, his own expression softening a little.] Yeah... I know, Dean. It's not... just physical, you know? Never was. [Even that first night they fooled around hadn't felt like just screwing around, not to Sam at least.] But I do want you... probably way too much, man. [He shrugged.] Always loved you though. [Maybe not always like this, but...]

[He snorted, rolling his eyes.] Just make sure you're not going to wind up on a porn site somewhere, if you do.

Me too, Sammy. Never loved anybody like I love you. [Not even Dad, really. Dean loved her father, but Sam needed her sometimes. Dean occasionally felt more like a burden to John than anything else.]

[She giggled outright at his porn comment.] Awww, Sammy! You don't want naked pictures of me?

[He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers lightly, bringing up a hand to brsh through her hair.

[God, he kinda liked hearing those giggles when Dean was like that. He shrugged.] Maybe for private viewing, dude... you are gone an awful lot. But if I see you on a site somewhere, I reserve the right to kick your ass.

[The threat had her giggling again.] Fair enough, Sammy. No porn career for me. [She kissed him lightly. Then she pulled herself up off him slowly. Condoms were such a pain in the ass. If she could guarantee this was only going to last a month, she'd do away with them entirely.]

[A thought struck her and she gave Sam a slow, wicked smile. She flopped down onto her back beside him, wiggling around to get comfortable. Then she looked up at him.] Got a camera handy?

Good. [Damn, the condoms were a hassle... he just-- didn't want any unexpected surprises. If Dean got pregnant? Which was... the weirdest thought he'd ever had, but it'd be pretty bad. She couldn't go back to Dad and Dad'd probably find out what... was going on here. Didn't even want to think about that.]

[Besides his eyes were widening a little bit after she shifted off him and he'd moved to throw away that condom. he turned to look at her over his shoulder.] Dean... are you serious?

[His stunned look made her smile. Someday, he was going to learn that Dean always went through with challenges, promises, and threats. She wasn't sure which category this fell under, but it was definitely one of them.] Thought you wanted private pictures?

[She looked down at herself. Her skin was flushed from sex, her nipples dark pink under the pressure of the clamps, and the silver chains between them and down her body stood out sharply in contrast. There were shiny spots on her inner thighs from her own wetness.] Besides... when are you going to get another shot of me all chained up and fucked out like this?

[There had to be something wrong with him... or something. Because he didn't even need to think about it--actually, he wasn't thinking at all beyond getting up to grab his camera and taking her up on the offer.]

[But Dean had a point. Kind of.] I'm sure I'll get more opportunities, dude, with the way we go at it. [But he came back with the camera soon enough and climbed back up on the bed, aiming it at her. God, what the hell was he doing here...] Going to pose for me?

Of course! [She shifted around to put her head on a pillow, arms stretched loosely above her head. Her body was turned toward the camera, making sure the lines of the chains were clearly visible.] How do you want it, Sammy? Tasteful? Dirty? Both? [Nobody said he had to settle for just one picture, after all.]

Maybe both? I don't-- I don't know. [He hadn't done this kind of stuff before... and he didn't know he was going to get an option on poses. But Dean looked like she was enjoying it way too much with the way she'd moved so eagerly.]

[She laughed softly.] Hope you've got lots of space on that camera. How 'bout I move around some and do a few different poses? You take whatever pictures you like.

[She paused a moment, in case he wanted one now. Then did some moving. She arched her back, pushing up until the chains pulled tight and made her moan, lips parting on the sound. She wiggled a little, legs spreading to give him a view of the third clamp pulling at her clit. She slowly rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself up on all fours, grinning at him and the camera as the chains dangled below her.]

[Dean sat back on her heels, legs spreading again as she leaned back against the headboard, her arms coming up and bending to reach behind her head to hold the top edge of the headboard, chains pulling tight again. One hand moved back down, pausing to rub lightly at one pinched nipple and then stroking slowly down the chains to tease at her clit softly.]

[he hoped he did too because once she got started? He kind of couldn't stop taking photos of her. The way she moved and the way she kept looking up at the camera... okay... So maybe should could make an excellent porn start. Not that he was going to tell her.]

[By the time she's back against the headboard, teasing her own nipples and eventually, her clit, all Sam can do is put the camera aside after snapping a last couple pictures and move in for a rough kiss, his hand slipping between her legs to brush over hers.] God, Dean...

[He moved to kiss at her neck again, just as he pressed his fingers inside of her, stroking her inner walls while she teased herself, a low groan escaping his lips. His mouth moved to her chest, over her breasts and to tease her nipples through the clamps.] Love you... God, you're so hot too Can't stop wanting this, Dean...

[She met Sam's kiss just as roughly, crying out against his mouth when his fingers slipped inside her. She was still so wet from before. She shuddered and gasped when he moved down her neck. Her sounds got higher pitched and more desperate when he started in on her breasts.] Love you, too. Always want you.

[Her hand tangled in his hair, holding on as he teased at her aching nipples. Fuck, his mouth was so good.] How possessive are you, Sammy? Would it turn you on if I wore these out somewhere with you? Would you be hard all night thinking about them under my clothes? My nipples getting a thrill every time I breathe and they rub against my bra? My clit getting a jolt every time I twist or bend?

[He moaned out at how wet she was, because of him, because of what they were doing. He kept his fingers moving inside of her, relishing in the heat and wetness surrounding his fingers, at the way she reacted.]

[There was a soft whimper at her words, tipping his head in to rest against her chest as he tried to calm himself, tried to get some ounce of control back, but all he could think about was Dean, wearing these things, Dean exchanging knowing little looks with him all damn night.] We'd- we'd never make it... I'd be going crazy, Dean... [His voice was husky, breathless as he nuzzled against her, eyes meeting hers darkly. She wanted him to talk dirty to her? He could try that, try to give Dean back some of what he gave.] I'd have to take you off to the restroom or out to the Impala... and fuck you until you want to scream for me.

[Dean reached for his cock and stroked him. She didn't know how it was even possible for him to be getting hard this soon, but if he managed it, she was sure as hell going to make it worth his while.]

[His words made her eyes go wide. Dean loved talking dirty. She never expected to hear it back from Sam. It set off a switch in her head and she couldn't stop talking dirty. She whimpered and she leaned in to rest her forehead against his, panting harshly almost right up against his lips.] I'd wear a short skirt... no panties. You could push the skirt up and fuck me without even taking your pants down.

[She licked his mouth, nudging it open to push her tongue against his. Not kissing exactly. Dirtier than that. Mouths open, she worked her tongue against his as she panted against his mouth, sharing each breath with him. She whimpered again when she pulled back.] Why stop there? You could put that pink egg back in me and play with the remote all night. Make me squirm and work those chains. I'd be screaming for you as soon as you pulled it out and shoved that huge cock inside me.

[His breath caught when he felt her hand come around his cock, feeling oversensitive and no--he wasn't sure if he could get hard again just yet, but he was definitely going to let her try anyway.]

[his eyes were wide, locked on hers as she spoke. God, yes. His fingers moved faster inside of her, curling inside her. If he couldn't fuck her properly yet, he could give her something and Dean always said she loved the way he used his fingers, right?] Oh God... Dean... so damn perverted, you know that? [His lips quirked up.] Sounds good though... can see you bent over your car, begging me for it...

[His lips parted obediently when she licked at him, moaning helplessly as her tongue met and mingled with his, the way she whimpered when it ended and the way he had to chase her, give her a lower lip a light nip and tug and God--] Dean... [He practically moaned her name as he tilted his head, kissing her roughly.] Is that what you want? Think you could make it a full night with that thing inside you? We could go to dinner... go back to that club. Make a night of it. [God, he'd promise her anything... even if he should know by now Dean had no qualms getting him to make good on those promises...]

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