Author's Comment: Wincest!Sex, finally. Yay. I like how this one came out. As usual, I do not own Sam or Dean, nor Supernatural and I do not own "Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin'" by Journey.
"Oh god, Dean," words fell lazily from kiss swollen lips as he panted deeply, the bed creaking with the added wait. "S-stop. I can't bear it anymore…" His body was fire fine, soft and pulsating at the same time. Dean slipped his hands under his back and flipped him over, using his muscles to lift Sam's ass, setting it high in the air.
His face smothered into a pillow, he could hear the squirt of the lube that he already knew would be cold onto the condom Dean wore. If anything, Sam wanted it to be clean, but he knew it couldn't wait much longer. If he had to- he might just come here at the thought of-
Sam out a large moan, Dean snorted, "I haven't even started to touch you yet."
Before Sam could even open his mouth to the smart comment, his world was shattered with pleasure so immense that he almost passed out from the sheer feel of Dean's cock sliding into him. Shivers coursed up and down his arms as the cold lube penetrated his insides coating him for Dean, who also let out a moan. Not even taking a breath, Dean started to pound into him as if it was his last day. Blinded by the pleasure, Sam did his best not to keep quiet. He knew Dean liked it loud and that's just what he felt.
Thrusting deeper into him, Dean moaned and bit his lip, his fingers trailing down his back, before they caught feel of his abs, slowly going lower until his calloused fingers gripped Sam hard and gave him a jerk, thrusting into him deeper. Shuddering deeply, Sam called out as he came into Dean's hand and onto the sheet, closing around Dean's cock.