Sam had always had a thing about the way Dean talks during sex. The way the dirtiest words fell from his lips drove Sam insane and Dean knew it. But two particular words had a massive effect. Sam had found himself in a very familiar situation. Laid out, completely naked, wrists securely shackled to the headboard of a rickety old bed in a motel room somewhere in Wisconsin. Dean, on the other hand, was standing at the foot of the bed, dressed in only jeans he stared down at his brother and smiled. Sam struggled against the restraints, squirming for freedom so he could attack his brother in kisses and bites but failed, staying secured to the bed.

"You'll only hurt your wrists if you struggle, baby boy." Dean's voice was low and gravely. Sam moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as the words dripped from Dean's sinful mouth. "And we wouldn't want that, would we?" Dean kneeled on the bed, his hands falling to his belt and unbuckling it quickly. Sam couldn't keep his eyes of him. Dean licked his lips and moved forward, kicking his jeans off. He stopped between his legs and wrapped his fingers round his brothers hard cock. Sam's mouth fell open, moans and gasps ripping through his throat as Dean's fingers slid over his cock, firm but slowly, teasing with every pump.

"I love it when you make those sounds, baby boy." Dean whispered, lowering his head and kissing Sam's hip. He kissed along the flesh, stopping just above Sam's groin. "But I love these sounds even more." Dean lowered his head and took the whole of Sam's cock in his mouth, his gag reflex seemingly non existent as it his the back of his throat. The moans that fell from Sam's mouth were now louder and more needy. After a few minutes, Dean pulled off with a pop and moved up Sam's body, licking his lips. Sam moved his legs and hooked them round Dean's waist, pulling him closer. Dean reached under Sam's head and pulled a small bottle of lube from under the pillow. Popping the cap he squirted a small amount into his hand and slathered it over his own cock, gasping at the sensation on the over sensitive head. "

"You gonna be good for me?" Dean asked. Sam nodded, biting his lip. Dean lined himself up and pushed into Sam, receiving a loud moan from the man below him. "So good" Dean leaned forward a little and stroked Sam's cheek. "So good for me, baby boy." Dean thrust into Sam hard and fast, drinking up his moans with kisses and nibbles. He wrapped his hand around Sam's cock once more, pumping in time with his thrusts. "Come with me, baby boy." Dean knew Sam was close. With their foreheads pressed together, they both came, moaning and gasping. When Sam finally opened his eyes, he looked at Dean and smiled.

"I love you." he said quietly.

"I love you too, baby boy."