Author's Comment: I really like this one, because of the raw need. Very hot and sweaty, I'm told. I do not own, Dean or Sam, nor do I own Supernatural. Or the song "I Will Not Bow" by Breaking Benjamin.
Skin searing, sweat dripping, pants leaving trailing lips as the tongue, hot and sultry continued its onslaught. Grinding against the tongue that held him there, the younger brother growled with pleasure. Sam's vision was cloudy as the pleasure created a fog that he could not see through. Pleasure coursed up his spine, shooting hot flashes through his body.
The sheets under him were drenched with sweat as his back arched, a moan escaping from his white lips. Holding himself back, he feared he wouldn't last long, with that sinful tongue Dean had. His light brown locks were plastered to his sticky forehead. He'd already come countless times thanks to Dean's tongue.
Trailing hot up his length and back down, Dean looked up at his brother, his mouth full of the moist and already dripping cock of his lover. Locking eyes with Sam, Dean continued, his teeth nipping at the base as his free hand trailed up his thigh, leaving a tingling wake. Sucking in a breath, Sam's head rolled to the side as he panted, keeping most of his loud pleasurable sounds inside of him as much as he could.
"You can come anytime Sammy."
"I. Will. Not. Bow," Sam panted, through clenched teeth as Dean took him into his mouth to the hilt, lathering him in hot pleasure, making the lengthy frame writhe on the bed in pleasure.