Dean's head was thrown back, body at an obtuse angle against the corner of the wall and the head board. Shirt pushed up, pants unzipped, resting on a mound of pillows. He was panting, brow glistening and chest heaving. There was a smile on his face.
"Yeah, that's my boy. So good," he grinned.
Sam hmmmed from his spot between Dean's legs. He was sucking hungrily at his brother's dick, lavishing in his brother's praise. His hair was mussed from where Dean's hands had been tugging at it, and his mouth was working wonders.
The older Winchester had decided that while he loved giving head, he deserved some reciprocation. Castiel wasn't an option, as he was as dominant as they come. Sam, however, was an eager student.
"Use your tongue, baby boy, make it last."
Sam complied. Dean bucked his hips up and his brother gagged, squinting his eyes.
"Shhh...relax your throat, Sammy, can you go deeper?" Dean purred.
Sam let his tongue swirl around Dean's length, taking his thighs in a claw like grip. Dean jerked forward and placed his hands on his brother's back.
Sam buried his nose in Dean's happy trail then lifted his head. He went up and down, hollowing his cheeks.
"Doin' good, baby b- "
Sam pulled off. He looked at Dean with a dirty smirk. His older brother just gaped. Before he could say anything, Sam climbed up Dean's figure and gave him a sloppy, wet, kiss.
"Thanks for the lesson, Dean," Sam whispered. Dean smiled, placed a kiss on his forehead and shoved his brother to his cock.
Sam huffed, but replaced his mouth. He sucked as Dean sighed and soon the older Winchester was tugging at Sam's hair.
"Sammy...did so good, about to come baby boy, you can come off sweetheart..."
Dean made eye contact with his little brother, his sweet, cock-sucking little brother. Sam winked...and didn't pull off.
Instead, Sam reached a hand up which Dean grabbed and kissed. He came with a shout and Sam swallowed.
"Fuck, Sammy. That was so hot, baby boy, did so good..."
"You're a good instructor Dean. Learned from the best."
The younger Winchester had a spot of white on the corner of his mouth as he smiled. The picture was so dirty, so incredibly sexy. Dean hooked his hands in Sam's hair and tugged him forward into a kiss.
"Your turn, sweetheart."