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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?

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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...]

Yesssss... fucking hell, Sammy, I want it. [Her hips were grinding shamelessly against his hand. She moaned and shuddered at the feeling. His hands... so fucking amazing.] I want you to torture me all night until I'm pleading and begging for you to get inside me. I'd go nuts sitting across from you at dinner, knowing you have the remote in your hand... not knowing when you're gonna turn it on, or how high, or for how long.

[She reached down and grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand away from her gently.] Keep talking Sammy and lie back. I've gotta get my mouth on you.

D-Dean... [His voice might've gone a little bit higher when his hand was pulled away, when he was given that order to lie back and talk. God, keep talking. His eyes were a little wide, flustered, but he did as he was told. He shuddered at just the thought that she wanted her mouth on him that bad...]

Dean... God--[He licked his lips, leaning up a little against the headboard so he could watch her move, see her take his cock in.] After dinner, we'd go out somewhere private... and yeah, you'd have to sit there in the passenger seat and not touch yourself, not-- not get off while I'm teasing you with that remote... then I'd bend you over your car and fuck you as hard as I can, Dean, until all you can think about is my-- cock inside you. [He licked his lips almost self-consciously, but his expression was hazy and lust filled, focused on Dean and what she was doing. Mostly, he thought he was going to sound like some bad porno star or something and ruin it, but he hadn't been good at telling Dean no recently, not when she was looking at him like that.] God, you're always so tight and wet too... makes me want you even more.

After we finish there, I'd take you back home and use those restraints you bought, Dean, see how many times I can get you off with just the toys we bought, keep you coming until you can barely even move...

[As soon as he was settled back against the headboard, she had him in her mouth. She loved, loved getting Sam in her mouth when he was soft. She could take him in so much deeper than when he was hard. She moaned and whimpered shamelessly around his cock, sucking rhythmically and working her tongue against him. Everything he was saying was turning her on more.]

[Her eyes snapped up to meet his when he mentioned sitting somewhere teasing her and not letting her touch herself. She groaned again, squirming against the bed, letting the friction take a little of the edge off. She pulled back off him, licking around the head of his cock eagerly. She paused to take a breath.] I want all that, Sammy. All of it. Make me scream. Make me beg. Tie me to your bed and take complete fucking control over my body.

[She made a needy, desperate sound when she wrapped her mouth around the head of his cock and sucked hard. She took him in deep again and just swallowed around him in a sort of milking motion.]

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[He whimpered at the way her mouth worked him over--so eager, enthusiastic. As much as she loved getting his cock, he loved her mouth on him, the way she worked him over. If anything was going to get him hard again? It was this. The way she sucked at him and looked at him... wanted him.]

Dean...

[His hands pushed through her hair gently, encouraging her on.] Like that, Dean... Love your mouth so much. And I'll--God, give you everything you want. Anything.

[Sam moaned out again, helplessly, eyes squeezing shut as she swallowed around him, starting to feel himself respond to her enthusiasm though he hadn't expected he could.]

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