I know its been a long time, and I keep saying the updates will come sooner and I know they keep getting longer. But I have a valid reason this time, a really close friend of mine passed away back home a couple days after the last post and I flew back to go to the funeral, so its been a rough month. I was in no mood to write, but yesterday, I don't know, I needed to. So here it is and its rough I'm sure, I don't have word anymore so I'm writing in this dinky little text edit thing, but I own all mistakes fully and apologize for them. I hope I haven't lost all of you to the long wait, just know, really, that updates will be faster now. Weekly probably. I popped this puppy out in two days so its not like I can't write anymore, just bare with me.
Love you all and I hope you enjoy.
Sam didn't separate from Dean's lips for a solid fifteen minutes: it was all heat and speed and unadulterated passion, even if that hadn't originally been Sam's intention. He'd only wanted to express his honest gratitude, this seemed like the fastest way to do it but now, it felt like they needed this, unhinged, crazed, desperate love, stitching them back together with every rough grip and tug, every hungry kiss.
Sam backed his brother up to the bed and buckled his knees against the edge of the mattress, throwing them both down onto the pillows in a mess of tangled limbs. Dean didn't mind even a little that they ended up a half hour late to their evening out.
"Dean, where the hell are we going?" Sam asked, his barely contained excitement completing the goofy grin dimpling his cheeks. They drove through town, the various lit up signs in the small town flashing and twinkling, casting oddly colored lights and shapes onto their otherwise shaded faces. "And why is there a cooler in the back seat?" Sam finished finally noticing the red box behind them.
"Cause we're gonna be late." Dean answered smoothly, looking swiftly over at Sam, catching sight of his still kiss swollen lips colored blue in the light of a bar sign they passed. He lifted his eyes, smirking at his younger, completely confused sibling before turning back to the road.
"So we're not going to get food?" Dean shook his head, Sam's tilted in his own in answering perplexity, "Okay then we're…?"
"We're going out." Dean replied shortly and despite himself, Sam's stomach flipped with the clipped words. He didn't fish for an answer after that, satisfied with the mild suspense and simple prospect that Dean was taking him out. He wasn't willing to jeopardize the new effort Dean seemed to be putting into their relationship, brotherly and otherwise. Because he hadn't expected it with all the insanity that had made up their lives lately, so he wasn't pushing it.
About twenty minutes later, they arrived at a nearly deserted parking lot with a huge white screen propped up by metal framing against a twenty-five foot wall of hay, facing the few parked cars in the lot. They were late, like Dean had said, but with a little coaxing from the ticket booth they were let in. It was a drive in theatre.
"Holy shit Dean." Sam muttered, glad he finally understood what was going on. He took a moment to study what was playing on screen, knowing he recognized the scenes from somewhere...a few seconds later it came to him, "Porky's?" Sam exclaimed whirling around to face his brother, "No fuckin' way."
Dean laughed at Sam's disbelief, "Yeah man, Porky's." He said a little incredulous himself, "You 'member the first time you saw this?"
"Hell yeah I remember, I think I was like six. You snuck me into the theatre." Sam laughed watching the characters on screen, "It was the first time you took me to a theatre. First movie we ever saw together." He muttered distractedly, still focused on the screen. Dean subtly did a double take at his brother hearing the words, sure Sam hadn't remembered.
"You're a horrible influence by the way." Sam half whispered, chuckling as he looked over at Dean, who was unknowingly still looking at Sam with something like wonder in his eyes. Sam's expression turned confused quickly and Dean snapped his head down, laughing softly at his ridiculous sentimental side making an appearance now of all times. Sam just cocked his head further until Dean shot him a sideways glance and shook his head, "Nothin' Sammy. Just didn't think you remembered…" He shrugged, brushing it off. Sam's face softened once he understood, taken aback once again by Dean's sentimentality. Dean's eyes bounced from the dash to his brother's a few times, unnerved by the unabashed affection pouring from his gaze before they finally decided to land on Sam's and stay, studying the emotions playing behind them. He wasn't sure how long they stared but eventually, Sam started leaning forward, just a few inches, and that's when Dean's untimely mouth decided to open.
"Man is this not a total 'first date' moment or what?" He scoffed, squirming uncomfortably as he chuckled unconvincingly.
Sam fell back against his seat quickly, laughing somewhat incredulously and somewhat amusedly at Dean being completely and totally just…Dean. Sam shook his head slowly after he stopped his chortling and let his body relax back into the seat, deciding if they were really going to sit here and watch this movie on opposite sides of the car all night, that he might as well make himself comfortable. It was a half hour later, just as Sam started getting into the movie, that his stomach rumbled loud and low in the quiet confines of the car, his almost forgotten appetite returning full throttle.
Dean smirked before looking over at him, "Hungry?" He asked sarcastically, lifting at brow at Sam as the single word rolled with gravel off his tongue. Sam faltered in silence for a minute, marveling at how his brother could take a word like 'hungry' and completely distract him from any desire for food, before gathering his bearings and nodding jerkily. Dean's grin grew seeing Sam's reaction to his simple question as he shifted out of his seat and leaned over the bench reaching into the cooler, "What do ya feel like Sammy?" He asked over his shoulder, fully aware of how close the position put his ass to Sam's face. And Sam honestly couldn't be blamed if he stalled and stared a beat too long watching Dean's shirt ride up over his back, showing off the snug waist of his black briefs where they met his perfectly bronzed skin. He was suddenly tantalized with the harsh shadows that exaggerated every bump and curve of Dean's muscled back in the white light of the moon, the dark valley of his spine acting as a flawless trail to his impeccably sculpted ass.
"Um," He licked his lips, "Well, what do we got?" He asked just a second too late before he collected himself again and focused on what Dean was doing on the other side of the bench. Though, as soon as his eyes reached the other side of the bench he realized Dean had been watching his lustful stare the whole time, and now a rather amused smile twitched across his lips.
Sam chose to ignore his getting caught and just looked at Dean expectantly until he answered, "Ham and cheese sandwiches, yogurt, couple pickles, and burgers." Dean answered not letting his smug smile fade, "And a salad to go." He added meeting Sam's eyes pointedly.
Sam laughed shaking his head, "Damn you know me well."
"Its a burden I'll always bear," He shot back still grinning before handing over a sandwich, the yogurt, and the salad knowing the pickle had become something of a dessert for his brother lately.
"Creepily well." He said observing the food: the sandwiches were even cut the way he liked. Diagonally with no crust, cause he liked eating from the corners and hated how dry and crumbly crust tasted - there was just something easy about the whole process if they were cut like this. And apparently Dean had noticed.
"When'd you have time to do all this?" Sam asked thinking back to their evening, it'd seemed pretty full. Because he had been cooking, Dean had been eating, then he'd cut himself, Dean stitched him, they'd fought, they'd made up and then Dean had asked him out. Now here they were and Sam wasn't seeing any way Dean could've fit in packing a cooler and finding a drive-in theatre between all that. He had to have planned this then.
Dean looked down as he sat back in his seat, "Well it was packed this afternoon. I made a couple extra things at lunch - it was just supposed to be like a snack in case you got hungry, and of course, you actually agreed to come out, which I definitely wasn't positive about, but it turned out to be useful, so I'm glad I did."
"So you did plan this." Sam confirmed with a small smile.
Dean nodded with a shrug, "I saw an add in the paper yesterday about this movie playing and, well, it got me thinking about when we saw it…I couldn't just ignore it, I mean, when were we ever gonna see Porky's in a theatre again? Once in a lifetime opportunity."
Sam's lips pulled back to reveal the perfect row of white teeth as his cheeks dimpled around his full blown smile, "Yeah, once in a lifetime." He agreed quietly, thoughtfully, before turning back to his already half eaten sandwich and finishing it in a few monstrous bites. Both boys fell back into silence as Sam ate, watching their movie and feeling almost entirely content for the first time in a what seemed like an impossibly long time.
Sam threw one piece of garbage wrapping after another back into the ice box as he devoured one food item after another, finally finishing with his beloved pickles and tossing the jar in too. Had Dean known better he would've said the kid hadn't eaten in months as he watched him munch down everything he'd brought. Sam sighed once he was finished, relaxing back into the seat and shifting up his hips to wriggle down until his bloated stomach was less pressured and he was comfortable. He quickly tugged down his shirt though, noticing Dean's eyes watching him as he moved around. Sam made sure he kept his own gaze glued to the screen until he felt Dean's eyes move away too, relaxing minutely once the attention was off him. Immediately though his thoughts turned to where all this uncharacteristic self-consciousness was coming from.
His hands roamed to his stomach feeling the taut skin under his fingers as it bulged out over the waist line of his jeans and suddenly he was bombarded with images of himself six and seven, nine months along this thing, with twins, and felt like he might puke. He was already fat by Winchester standards having gained the four pounds, but thinking about how much more there was to come? He was lightheaded and threatening to hyperventilate in a second. Next came the reminders of morning sickness and fatigue and these absolutely ridiculous overwhelming emotions and he was right back to where he'd been a few hours ago, pitying himself for feeling like a girl. Becoming a girl.
And then a new train of thought hit him.
"Dean." Sam almost whimpered, quickly clearing his throat in hopes of covering up his cowardice.
"'Sup Sammy?" Dean asked stalling for a second before tearing his attention from the film, noticing belatedly the fear in his brother's expression. And his tone. "Sam? You alright?" He asked urgently, hand reaching out automatically to rest on Sam's forearm.
Sam nodded a few quick small nods in hopes of being convincingly reassuring but honestly only worrying Dean further. "Sam, talk to me. What's going on?" He tried again, softening his tone like he would for a frightened pup. His brother took in a slow, deep breath, hesitating before letting it out in a quick huff.
"I'm gonna get fat." He whispered as if speaking the words too loud would let the whole world in on their secret.
Dean released a softly breathed laugh, "Sam…" He sighed, searching out the right words as quickly as he could, "You're not gonna be fat. You'll be carrying babies. …Our babies. And in a few months it'll be over and you'll have back the washboard abs I know you're ridiculously proud of and we'll have our kids." Dean lightly tried to encourage, "It's gonna be alright." He swore.
Sam sighed almost completely ignoring the encouragement from his brother, "Dean…this thing with us…?" He began so quietly Dean almost had to still his breathing to hear, "Its just starting." He breathed gaining a little volume, "And it's shaky as it is just being…what it is. 'Cause I mean, its crazy - we need it, I do at least, and it helps, it feels right or whatever, but its still crazy, you know? And, I-" Sam sighed again, the breath taking the words with it as frustration stopped him for finishing. He kept searching for words that would adequately describe whatever it was he was trying to say but again and again he came up with nothing. So they were both quiet for a handful of seconds, Dean still trying to understand from what he did get and Sam still trying to find a way to make him.
"I don't like being in my own skin anymore." Sam admitted, finally deciding to throw inhibitions and selective word choice to the wind and spill everything that was on his cluttered, frustrated mind knowing it was the only way he could make this work. "I hate looking in the mirror now. And not even because I'm physically changing that much, I know I'm not. Not yet at least. But because I don't like seeing me anymore. I feel…so messed up, man. So different, like some freak show. I'm self-conscious all the time…and scared…and I never felt like that before. I used to feel strong, indestructible even, and confident…in myself and in what we did: I mean, saving people and hunting, it wasn't a dream but I had a purpose, ya know? And now when I look at myself I see…a weak shell of what I used to be. So emotional and dependent…and useless." He shook his head sadly before blinking up to meet Dean's eyes, "I don't want you to get the wrong idea though," He said softly, "I'm not angry to have these kids, I…love them. I do. But I'm telling you all this to try and make you understand that what's happening to me, the cut from hunting and the hormones and the morning sickness and cravings and now this gaining weight, staring down at, what, 45 more pounds to go over the next few months? It's…changing me, not just physically, I feel like a lesser version of myself. And it scares me to think about…when I am farther into this, and everything starts getting real, and I look like some fat woman carrying these babies, that its gonna be too much. And you're…gonna be disgusted by me. You're gonna run."
Dean was shocked into silence for almost twenty full, long, horrible seconds just going over every agonizing word he'd heard. It was basically what Sam had said earlier, about feeling weak, except more explicit and desperate and completely heart-wrenching, but what really got Dean, on top of it all, was hearing that Sam thought he'd run because of it.
"Sam." Dean managed to finally choke out, "I don't…even know what to say to that." He shook his head vigorously, trying to understand what he could say to that. He wouldn't leave? Of course he wouldn't fucking leave, there was no way, but saying the words wouldn't do a damn thing for Sam, he still knew him well enough to know that.
Dean looked over at Sam with harsh incredulity at what he felt were the most ridiculous words he'd ever heard, but then he saw the fear in his younger brother's eyes, the regret, like Sam thought Dean was mad at him for saying them, and it wiped the disbelief right off his face. His tone was softer than he'd originally thought it'd be when he began, now trying to assure his brother he wasn't mad at him for speaking his mind and trying to lessen the heavy tension between them.
"Look man you know I suck at these conversations, and honestly its pretty shitty of you keep making me go through them," He joked half-heartedly but Sam's face fell even further and Dean scrambled to back track, "No, Sam, dude it was a joke…I was…" just trying to lighten the mood. Okay new tactic. Dean sighed before deciding how to continue, "Okay, first of all, I honestly think its a little insane you'd even consider the idea of me leaving." He said, his voice and eyes hardening to convey his seriousness, "Yeah, this…whatever between us, its shaky and undefined and a little weird, even if it is good and what we need right now, but its not what defines you and me, Sam. We're brothers. Before everything. And that alone should make it obvious that no matter what happens, between us or to us or around us, whatever man, I'll never leave you. For any reason, as long as you want me around I'm here." Dean said, distancing emotion from his words as best he could as he grudgingly poured his fuckin' heart out to his dejected little brother, making a point to meet Sam's eyes as little as possible, even if, in the end, he couldn't bring himself to wish the conversation hadn't happened. This had needed to be said and he was glad he'd said it.
Sam's eyes were swimming in uncontrollable tears he tried his hardest to blink away once Dean was done. Watching his brother let down his impenetrable walls again, for him alone, to reassure him, was something he'd never tire of and never take for granted. He'd never felt so undeserving of something in his life, but he'd also never felt so incredibly satisfied either.
"And secondly," Dean continued a few seconds later, surprising Sam, "That stuff about you being a girl or scaring me off with the symptoms and shit, its crap Sam. From what you've said I think I get it now, how you're feeling inside, I can only imagine how something like this would effect me, but you have to know man I don't see you as some girl. I never will. You'll always be Sam to me, my pain in the ass little brother. " Dean shrugged, a small smile flickering on pursed lips as he paused a moment , gathering his thoughts. "And even now with this thing between us, with me being…attracted to you," He said, doing his damnedest not to trip over the words like his voice wanted him to, "I know no physical change in you is gonna stop that. Nothing will." Dean promised, locking Sam's eyes with the utmost of somber gazes. But there was a flicker of something else there that Sam barely caught. Desire maybe, hunger. Whatever it was it had Sam's stomach flipping lightly in knee-jerk excitement, "Not with how strong this is." Dean continued, his quiet voice dropping low into his chest, like he could deny the words if they were soft enough. Sam was proud of the revelation anyway.
Dean pulled himself forward a few inches, keeping track of the emotions in Sam's eyes, judging that he was okay with the move as he kept sliding a second later, dragging himself across the bench seat slowly, making sure every inch closer was alright with Sam. Soon he was relishing in Sam's speeded breath and hooding eyes, anticipation getting the best of his senses. "There's no way…I'd ever leave." He whispered, wondering somewhere in the recesses of his mind where these confident words of mixed lust and honesty were coming from. He pushed the thought aside though as he neared Sam, a breadth away from his lips as he shifted onto his knees, lifting one to plant in-between Sam's legs, straddling his thigh.
Sam let out a shaky sigh as he fell back into the seat, getting a better view of Dean straddling him, hovering a few inches above his face. His hands came up to cup his jaw roughly and Sam felt Dean's already half hard cock rub against his thigh as he rolled his hips on top of him. With that one move, the stark green of Dean's eyes boring hungrily into him and the rough hands groping his body, suddenly all the blood in him was rushing to his cock. He was so hard so fast it was border-line painful.
"Dean." Came the barely heard whisper from Sam's lips, the word falling from him like liquid gold, invaluable and worshiped, soft and pliant, just a breadth of a sound. And then everything snapped into action, turned to quick, urgent passion and Dean was colliding into Sam, clutching him roughly. His lips were hard and Sam's molded to fit around them, his tongue darting out only seconds later to seek entry, so eager to taste everything it could reach. Dean's lips opened against Sam's, dragging his brother's apart with them and shoving his tongue to glide along Sam's, treasuring every molten spark that shot from the heat he explored to the deep pit of his belly, hardening him in a matter of seconds.
Sam pressed his toes into the floor of the impala, lifting his thigh into the impossibly hard cock he felt against him, a low hitched moan getting caught in his throat as the heat of Dean's groin melted into his leg. In a flash Dean's hands were pushing into his own crotch, rubbing him down through his stiff denims; he couldn't take the teasing friction for more than a few short seconds before a low but desperate whimper was dragging itself out from his chest. Dean's palm just pushed harder, almost painfully so before lightening up and backing away an inch to look into Sam's wide eyes, "You know I feel that Sam," Dean whispered gruffly, fingers curling to mold around his length as a deep groan scraped itself from Sam's throat, "So fuckin' hard…" He groaned as his head tipped back. He let his blunt nails scrape over the rough fabric of Sam's jeans, taking in the low, choked whimper he received in response, "You don't ever…have to worry…I'll see you as a girl." Dean said with the slightest hint of amusement in his voice, his eyes, "I know better…" He breathed against Sam's neck, pulling his hand up and down Sam's length again, tantalizingly slow, before leaning back, "you should too." Dean finished more seriously, staring attentively at Sam to quickly determining whether his words were getting through to him or not.
A moment later Sam took a quiet shaky breath and nodded jerkily to his brother, relief overwhelming him before he pulled him back down to catch his lips. The words spread a soothing heat blooming through Sam's chest, a feeling he knew he'd hold onto always: Dean was like a drug, like pain relief he didn't know he needed. Fuck society 'cause he could live for this feeling. Treasured in the eyes of the one person that mattered. He'd never ask for anything else.
It was all speed and hunger and heat after that as Sam crushed Dean to him, wrapping both arms around his neck and groping at the back of his hair as his thigh worked up into Dean's groin again. Another stuttered moan pulled its way out from his brother's chest and into Sam's mouth, his hot breath ghosting over Sam's lips as his fingers made quick work to get the button and zipper open on Sam's jeans. He fell forward into Sam's neck as the rippled muscle of his brother's thigh kept working against him; he ground into it, his hands coming up to cup Sam's chest, feeling the wide spans of muscle twitch and tense against his palms.
"God you're so fuckin' hot Sam." He growled into the crook of his neck, nipping at the sweat glistening skin under his lips. Sam moaned louder than before arching up into Dean's body as the words sent a jolt of heat to his already leaking dick.
"Fuck Dean. You're gonna kill me." Sam sighed tilting his head back to give Dean more room to work his teeth, "More." He whispered before groaning into the air above him, pushing up into him again, writhing under the skillfully teasing touches.
"Yeah Sammy." Dean said thickly, lust deepening his already gravelly voice, "Hang on, I gotcha." He promised as he slid down Sam's lithe body, hands working into each mound of muscle they passed before dragging Sam's shirt up, nails and teeth biting into exposed flesh as his soft tongue soothed the trail. God he'd never been so turned on in his life and his dick literally jumped once he hit the ground before Sam's feet, kneeling in between his spread legs, a mouth watering invitation to take whatever he wanted.
Dean looked up into hooded, sparked hazel eyes as his hands gripped each of Sam's knees, slowing pushing up the spans of muscle before running softly back down and repeating the action. His hands lingered at the top of each thigh, fingers curling into the crevasse of both hip joints, digging into the sensitive muscle and watching as Sam's face contorted to mixed pain and pleasure, silently begging for more.
Officially done with the foreplay, Dean yanked Sam's jeans down, his boxers coming with them in the same tug. He would've spared a cautious glance out the window to make sure no one was watching them before he did this, but was suddenly so transfixed on the thick, nine inch cock staring at him, he couldn't remember what he'd been worried about. He was completely mesmerized as pre-come dribbled down the darkened skin of the head and smeared onto his still slightly rounded belly. Dean's stomach was in knots of anxiety and excitement and unhinged lust as he took in every detail, calming his nerves to savor this one first time on a long list of many, that would honestly mean something real. He never wanted to forget it.
Sam mistook the heavy lustful gazing as scrutinizing judgment and on instinct tried to close his legs but just ran into Dean, so his hands lowered to cover his cock and his cheeks started burning with embarrassment. He knew this would happen, there was no way he could compete with the many beautiful woman Dean had been with. Now it would be too much and he'd scare him off. How could he possibly be good enough for Dean?
As soon as Sam's hands came down and obstructed his view, Dean snapped out of it and finally looked up to his brother to see his neck and cheeks burning red and his eyes worried and hurt. Dean's brow furrowed as he wordlessly pulled Sam's hands away from himself and leaned forward to lick along the base of his softening dick, pushing his tongue against the rig of the head and then into the slit, tasting the pre-come on his tongue. He moved his head up a few inches and replaced his tongue with his hand, stroking Sam back to hardness as he pressed an open mouth kiss into the tight skin of his belly.
"You're fuckin' incredible Sammy." His swollen lips breathed against his stomach as his other hand gently kneaded the skin under his fingers. Dean sat up on his knees and reached forward to kiss at Sam's neck, pushing his shirt up to his under arms again, his fingers tweaking Sam's sensitive nipples as his lips pulled up the flesh of his neck, sucking hard to bring blood to the surface. "So beautiful." Dean whispered as he let go, just barely breathing the words, almost inaudibly, but Sam heard them. Relished them, repeated them, stored them away to come back to another time. He never thought he'd hear them.
His eyes didn't break from Sam's as the hand working Sam's cock stilled at the base and his lips descended toward the head, closing around it and rubbing his tongue along the base, sucking the taste of his brother onto his tongue. His own member twitched at the sound his brother made in response: a loud, low, pleading but grateful moan pushed its way out of Sam's lips as his body bowed off the seat and his hands tangled in Dean's hair. He desperately tried to keep eye contact though. He wanted to see Dean as he swallowed him down, see his lips stretched around his length and his eyes bright but hooded as he tasted him. Sam couldn't get enough.
Dean was taken aback at how responsive Sam was; he knew right away he'd be addicted to getting him off from this moment on if he got to hear those noises each time. If he got to watch Sam loose himself under his hands, his touch. He could not wait to experiment with him, find out everything he liked and didn't, find his kinks, his soft spots, just the right ways to touch him to immediately turn him on, he couldn't wait to know his brother this way. The side he never thought he'd see, now splayed out before him to thoroughly discover.
Dean sucked harder, pulling another cry from Sam, his body arching again before Dean loosened his hold and slid down farther, enveloping more of him in his soft heat. He'd never done this before, never experimented with anyone of his own gender before, but he knew what he liked and that proved plenty enough for him to keep his brother satisfied.
"Holy fuck Dean." Sam breathed as a rush of air exploded from his lungs, hitching in his chest a moment later as Dean's tongue flicked up over the stimulated ridge of his head, "Shit." He hissed, his arms shaking with the strain it took to not still Dean's head in his hands and shove every inch of himself inside that incredible liquid heat. He blew out a more controlled exhale, calming himself before relaxing his grip on Dean's hair and moving his hands to clutch the bench behind his head.
Dean was so fuckin' hard he thought he'd come just watching Sam, the way he moved under him, graceful and smooth but animalistic and raw at the same time, so intense. Every sense was heightened and every touch, every sound, was sending electric shocks through his overstimulated body. And he wasn't even touching himself. It was insane. Dean watched the muscles in Sam's arms flex as he gripped the back of the seat, his head tossing back and forth between them as his hips rutted softly but urgently up toward his mouth.
"'M close man," Sam cautioned half out of his mind and completely stunned he'd found somewhere in his brain still functioning to speak, "So close," He sobbed a soft groan before pushing at Dean's head, trying to get him off so as to not come in his mouth, "Dean," He mumbled wondering if he understood what was about to happen, but then Dean gripped Sam's hips tightly, pointedly, and simply backed up a few inches leaving only the head in his mouth, waiting. Then Sam understood with shocked, elated surprise and let Dean stay as he hollowed his cheeks one last time, sucking hard. Sam stifled a hoarse shout into his bicep, his hips bucking off the seat as he exploded onto Dean's tongue.
And he lapped up everything Sam gave, swallowing with ease as he looked up to his disoriented, blissed-out brother, chest heaving in rapid succession as he slowly came back to his senses. Dean smirked at the sight - all his doing. It was a fucking fantastic feeling.
He kissed up Sam's thigh as he palmed his own crotch, more than ready for his own release but still preoccupied with watching his brother recover, tasting his sweat-salty skin as he brought him back to complete awarness.
"Sammy." He murmured quietly, lips moving against the inner junction of his thigh and hip, rustling the soft curls surrounding his now soft cock. "You alright man?" He asked half teasingly, lips still stroking the inside joint of his hip. Sam shivered at the touch after such an intense orgasm and pushed Dean away lightly, a small grin on his wine red lips.
"You're turn." He whispered hoarsely as he cocked a playful brow.
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