Wincest. Because I haven't written it in a good long while.
I do not own Supernatural.
"Dean, you are such an asshole..."
Sam's voice was low, angry and hissing out through gritted teeth as his older brother's hand stretched further around his clenched jaw, fingers spreading out and firmly holding his head in it's place against the wall. Dean's chest was pressed against the taller man's, his right leg bent, knee grinding into Sam's jean-clad crotch. The younger Winchester groaned against his big brother's strong hold, his hands clasped around Dean's waist, trying to pry him off.
"Don't act like you don't fucking love it Sammy boy..." Dean's lips were pressed against his brother's ear now, whispering these words huskily as his lips parted slowly and his tongue slithered out, flicking across his brother's ear. Sam growled deep in his throat, the sensation from Dean's whispers sending electric shivers through his tanned skin. The taller brother knew that Dean had a thing for rough, kinky sex, but today it seemed as if he was getting a little rougher than usual.
Suddenly, Sam was no longer against the wall, rather, being twisted around so he faced the motel bed, his big brother shoving him onto the slightly squeaky mattress. Before Sam could even get a word out, Dean was hovering over him, legs on either side of his as he lie stomach-down on the bed. He could feel his brother reaching down and stuffing his hands underneath of him, ripping his belt through the loops and throwing it across the room. Then, his jeans were being hastily yanked down. "Christ Dean, take it easy," Sam grunted, only to be ignored as he felt the cool air of the motel room hit his bare ass, his jeans pulled down just underneath his cheeks.
"Love this perfect ass..." Dean licked across his upper lip, tongue sliding back inside his mouth quickly as he leaned down. Sam's body jerked a little, feeling Dean's teeth bite down on his cheek, a small, hard nibble that had Sam's eyes clasped shut. Dean's palms splayed across his little brother's back side, spreading his ass open and massaging the soft flesh. "Dean, please..."
The older hunter leaned back up, straightening himself as he brought his fingers up to his own mouth, suckling on them roughly for just a brief moment before sliding his finger tips up the middle of Sam's ass. As his fingers smoothed back down, Dean unexpectedly slipped his middle finger straight into his little brother's twitching hole.
"Fuck!" Sam growled again through gritted teeth, long fingers curling around the bed's comforter as he pressed his cheek against the sheets. Dean smirked a little at the response, watching as his left hand gripped one of Sam's cheeks, spreading him open just enough for him to get a clear view of his index finger squeezing in next to his middle.
Dean laughed a little, his chuckle breathy and dark as he laid himself on top of Sam, his chest pressing into his brother's tense back. "Love it when I fuck you open with my fingers Sammy? Wish they were my thick cock?"
Furrowing his eyebrows, Sam groaned out deeply as he felt the two fingers slide in and out of his tight entrance, the pain and pleasure he was receiving sending shock waves down through his cock.
Sorry to cut it short but...meh.