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"Don't move, brother." Dean moves in close, nuzzles Sam's neck. "Close your eyes, baby."

Breath quickening, pulses thrumming, Sam does as he is told.

Dean's tongue ghosts over his brother's lips and Sam shudders. "Goddamn, Sammy, your fucking mouth," Dean breaths. He slips his tongue into Sam's mouth, gives his tongue a little flicking caress.

Sam groans, arching his back. "Dean."

Dean smiles. "Sammy, I said don't move." His voice is a low growl and a shudder runs over Sam's body. "Please," he groans helplessly. "God."

Dean smiles again, leans in, takes his brother's mouth in his.

"Nah. Just me."