"I want you to try something for me." Sam's back to Dean, he tried to project the words without his inner nerves showing through. Their sex life had gotten more interesting in the last two months or so, but he wasn't sure Dean was ready to hear about or do some of the things Sam fantasized. He was giving it a shot anyway.
"Oh yeah?" Dean drawled from Sam's bed, camped out on his stomach with Sam's pillow under his chest, legs flat out behind him, crossed at the ankle .
Sam swallowed thickly. "You trust me." It was said as a statement, but clearly meant as a question. Dean perked up from his lax position, suddenly more alert.
"What's going on Sammy? You know I do." Sam remained facing his desk, rifling through a pile of papers without really looking for anything. He just needed to do something with his hands. "Sam," Dean called his attention back sternly.
Sam inhaled deeply and forged ahead. "I want you to wear a plug for me." He turned around on the last word, nervous, but knowing he needed to see Dean's reaction. Dean's brow furrowed and he squinted up at Sam.
"What's the catch?"
"What d'ya mean?" Sam couldn't decipher his brother's expression.
"Why are you so nervous to ask me this?" Dean sat up on the bed. "I've let you lick my ass, Sam."
Sam's lips quirked. "And you love it too." He paused. "I guess – I'm not sure what your feelings are on toys. And I was hoping you'd wear it all day for me."
"Okay…first off, totally into the idea of toys. I love you filling me up. I can't see why toys would be any different. Second, why?" Dean's face scrunched up, not against it, but definitely a bit confused.
Sam smiled and approached the bed, sitting with his brother. "I wanna see you enjoy being full all day. When you go to sit down and realize you can't move without feeling a cock in you. When you're walking and just have to squirm because it's hitting all the right places as you move. I wanna see you come apart for me, little bits at a time."
"Holy fuck." Dean's eyes were dilated and his cheeks flushed red. "Why were you nervous about this? Fuck, do you have one?"
Sam breathed a sigh of relief, carding his fingers through Dean's hair and leaned down to kiss the side of his face, pushing him over until Dean was sprawled on his back under Sam. "Don't have one yet. I didn't want to pressure you by making assumptions. You wanna look online and pick one out?"
"Hell yes, just, after you fuck me." Sam tucked his face into Dean's neck with a laugh. And got to it.
When they were both sated, panting with Dean curled across Sam's chest, Sam reached to his nightstand for his laptop and for a while Sam and Dean laid together and searched their options. They read through features, clicked through pictures, read reviews, until finally Dean lifted his hand from Sam's chest and pointed at the screen. "That one."
"Really? You sure?" There was an excited edge to Sam's voice and Dean popped his head up to face him.
"I'm sure. Sure I want you to put that in my ass and make me crazy." He growled the words and sealed his mouth over Sam's, nipping his bottom lip before pulling back to look Sam in the eye.
"Fuck," Sam murmured. In minutes he had the toy ordered and paid for, expedited shipping so they would have it sooner, and he pushed the laptop to the side so he could pull Dean across his body. He couldn't wait for the toy to get here so he could use it on Dean. Not even something he'd thought about, the toy was ribbed and came with vibration settings and a detached remote. He was going to send Dean through the roof.
Sam was in the den with a book when Dean came in holding a box a couple mornings later, biting his lip, eyes bright with excitement. Sam bookmarked his page and set the book down on the cushion next to him, his eyes never leaving Dean's.
"Is that it?" Dean nodded and came to plant himself on Sam's lap. Sam accepted him and kissed his brother's lips, folding his hands around his back. "You ready?"
Dean rocked his hips down into Sam's. "Yeah," he groaned, sucking the bolt of Sam's jaw.
"I can't wait to see you spread wide on this thing. God, the thought of you just going through your day…" Sam trailed off, his forehead in the curve of Dean's neck. With a deep breath, Sam pushed Dean to his feet, grabbing the box and directing him to go prep so he'd be able to wear the plug the whole day while Sam went to clean the toy.
Dean blushed and went off to the bathroom. Sam chuckled, knowing how eager they both were. A few minutes later they were in Dean's room, the toy washed and ready to go.
"Take off your clothes and lay down," Sam ordered with a pat to his brother's ass.
Dean bit his bottom lip, eyeing Sam's other hand where he held the toy. Sam smiled and held it out for Dean to see. His brother swallowed thickly and trailed a finger over its surface. He sucked in a breath.
"Excited?" Sam asked, anxious to begin. Dean nodded and shucked his clothes, scrambling onto the bed and settling onto his forearms and knees. Sam smirked and crawled up behind Dean, running his hand in broad strokes over his brother's back.
"C'mon Sammy," Dean growled, wiggling his hips enticingly.
"Fuck," Sam whispered and dropped a kiss to Dean's lower back. Setting the toy at his side, Sam ran both hands over Dean's skin, soothing over his back and down his legs, massaging over the globes of his ass. Dean sighed as he relaxed into Sam's hands and only then did Sam finally reach for the lube.
Squeezing some onto his fingers, Sam rubbed a digit over Dean's hole in a slow circle, breath catching as it fluttered under his touch. Dean's hips pushed back against Sam's fingers and Sam relented, pushing the digit slowly inside. Sam groaned at the tight heat encasing his finger and pressed another kiss to Dean's skin, this time just at the swell of his ass.
Pulling back Sam started a gentle thrust with his finger, easing Dean's hole open with the one before finally pushing back inside with two. Dean huffed at the slight burn and pushed his hips back. "Fuck. Me."
"Getting there. I want you totally ready first."
"Sam." Dean's tone bordered on a whine. Sam smirked and thrust both fingers inside sharply, forcing a grunt out of Dean.
Sam kept up the motion, pushing in and out with two fingers, curling them against Dean's rim, angling away from Dean's prostate even as he added a third. This was all about the prolonged pleasure, the gradual build throughout the day. Striking Dean's prostate now with his fingers would defeat the purpose. Even still, Dean pressed back, whined pleas of Sam's name escaping his lips, desperate for Sam to hit his sweet spot.
"Not yet, Dean. Wait until I've got you filled up." Sam soothed a hand down Dean's flank.
When Sam's fingers glided into Dean's hole with little resistance, the pucker fluttering and eagerly sucking him inside with every pass, Sam finally pulled his fingers free, tongue flicking over his bottom lip at seeing the slight gape of Dean's hole. "Fuck," he whispered, thumbing over it.
"Sammy," Dean whispered, his voice choked with need.
"I gotcha, Dean. Gonna fill you up good in just a second. Be patient big brother." Dean's hips strained back with a huff of breath, but he remained silent.
Reaching with one hand, the other settled reassuringly on Dean's back, Sam retrieved the plug from the bed. He stared at it for a long moment, then closed his eyes to fight off the overwhelming desire he felt at imagining Dean with it inside him.
Again kissing at the base of Dean's spine, Sam held the toy against Dean's ass cheek. Dean sucked in a breath, his body tensing in anticipation. "Sammy, c'mon."
Sam smiled and grabbed for the lube, slicking the silicone surface. Discarding the bottle, Sam pulled Dean's left cheek aside, positioning the toy at Dean's opening. He teased for just a second longer, rubbing without pressure over Dean's eager hole and then finally, finally pressed inside.
The swell of ribbed silicone spread Dean wide and he trembled, forehead dropping to his arm, hips rolling back against Sam. A little more pressure, a hand securing Dean's hips in place, and Sam had the toy completely inside.
"Oh," Dean breathed, "Ffffuck."
Sam stroked both hands over Dean's hips. "You look…amazing." His voice was reverent.
"F-feels amazing," Dean groaned.
Sam watched Dean's muscles tense, ass clenching around the toy and couldn't help the growl that burst from his throat. Tongue darting out to wet his lips, Sam thumbed over the power button on the plug and reached blindly for the remote he'd dropped somewhere on the bed.
Without warning, he clicked once and the plug rumbled to life sending Dean's back into an arch, his fingers digging into the mattress. "Shit. Fuck. A little warning, Sammy."
Sam simply stared, mesmerized by the sight of the toy so snug inside his brother. He clicked again and the vibrations ramped up to a slightly quicker pace. Dean whined low in his throat, fingers twisting in the fabric of the bed sheets. "Sammy."
Sam tongued over his bottom lip and clicked, watching Dean's back spasm as he fought a whole-body shudder at the change in rhythm. "Sammy." Dean's voice by then was a rough husk in his throat, barely more than a graveled moan. Sam couldn't get enough. He cupped one of Dean's cheeks and soothed over the skin with his thumb, reveling in the tremor he felt throughout Dean's body as he clicked the button once more.
Dean panted, hips giving short thrusts and twists, seeking something to ease the ache. Sam didn't give in, simply clicked to the fifth setting. A high whine slipped from Dean's throat and Sam had to force a deep breath. Dean was stunning like this, so consumed by the pleasure he couldn't control his reactions. It wasn't often Sam got Dean to this point of surrender and it awed Sam that Dean had gotten there already just from a few vibe settings.
Sam clicked again and watched in amazement as Dean's knees spread wider on the mattress, his back bowing, hips pushing back against the sudden spike in the rhythm. Calloused fingers dug into fabric and seemed to grip it as a lifeline as a sob broke free from Dean's throat.
Sam was aching in his sweats and had to fight the urge to tear the material down below his cock and just jerk until he came. Instead, he curled his fingers into his own thigh and clicked, and again Dean shook, elbows going weak, beads of sweat appearing on his skin.
Unwilling to let the pleasure overtake his brother, Sam clicked to the eighth setting and changed the rhythm. Dean stifled a scream and collapsed forward, his arms no longer able to hold him up. He buried his face in his arms and rocked his ass backward, still raised high in the air.
"So damn beautiful," Sam murmured, releasing his grip on his thigh and soothing over Dean's sweat-slick back.
"S'my," Dean mewled, "fuck, SAM!" He lurched forward, his shout echoing in the room as Sam clicked again.
With his hand still rubbing gently over Dean's skin, Sam clicked to the final setting and watched in utter amazement as Dean thrashed and positively wailed. Sam fought the need to buck his own hips and leaned over, pressing his body in a solid line over Dean's back. Dean pushed back against him, wriggling as close as possible.
"Shhh, Dean." Sam cupped a hand over his brother's belly, the vibrations from within tingling through his hand. "Come, baby. This is all your gonna get for a while. Go ahead and come." He whispered the words hotly into his brother's ear and grinned, clipping the shell with his teeth as another full-body shudder shook his brother apart and wet heat spilled over the back of his hand.
Shaking and whimpering, Dean's hips sagged and Sam watched raptly until Dean's nails bit into his arm, his hoarse voice begging for Sam to make it stop. With a kiss to Dean's nape, Sam gave the remote another click and the vibrations ceased. His brother whined in relief.
As Sam sat back on his calves leaving Dean to hold himself up, he saw his brother's body tremble and swallowed thickly at the sight. He adored Dean like this – pliant and open for him, ready to take whatever Sam would give him.
"Sam," Dean grunted, face still curled into his arm.
"C'mon Dean, time to get a move on." Dean groaned and heaved himself back onto his hands and knees. Sam reached out to help Dean sit up and instantly regretted the disappearance of the plug. He tucked his chin over Dean's shoulder and sucked a kiss into his neck. "So goddamn perfect."
Dean knocked his head into Sam's, forcing his brother's face away from his neck, as always avoiding the sweeter sentiments. It sometimes amazed Sam how often he got away with them during sex, considering how resistant Dean was to them any other time.
Reluctantly, Sam let his brother go and stood from the bed. Fighting his own need for release, Sam inhaled deeply. "I've got some research to do. I'll be in the library."
Dean panted from his position on the bed and nodded, still breathless. Sam watched as his brother shifted to slide off the bed and froze in place, his throat bobbing in a thick swallow at the movement of the plug inside him. Sam's lips lifted on one side in a satisfied smile. Dean shot him a dark look and finally completed the movement off the bed. "Shit, that's gonna take some getting used to."
"You'll be all right." Sam hurried out of the room. He needed to take a breather before he just pushed Dean back on the bed and ignored all of their planning.
Sam took some time to research, even grabbed a shower before he went searching for Dean. When he finally found him, his brother was standing at the kitchen counter singing under his breath as he made a sandwich. On socked feet Sam approached unheard and leaned in the doorway to admire the view.
It was a few minutes before Dean turned to see Sam in the doorway and jumped, almost flipping his sandwich right off the plate. "Dammit Sam!" Sam stifled a laugh and entered the room, pushing his brother back against the counter and planting a kiss on his lips.
Dean hummed into Sam's mouth and wrapped a finger into his belt loop, tugging Sam's hips against his. Sam gladly ground himself against Dean, kissing down his jaw when Dean dropped his head to the side at the sensations.
Easing his way back to Dean's mouth, Sam gave him one more kiss and pulled away, admiring dilated eyes and spit-slick lips. "Go enjoy your lunch." Sam stepped back and gave Dean a gentle push out the door, his brother's gait slightly wider than was normal. Sam smirked.
Turning to the fridge, Sam dug around until he found some carrot sticks to snack on. Strolling out of the room with the bag of carrots in hand, Sam wandered until he found Dean in the den. He watched Dean grin at the TV show he'd put on and then take a large bite of his sandwich.
Again standing silently in the doorway, Sam admired his brother and then eased a hand into his pocket until his fingers encountered the smooth surface of the remote. Eyes focused on his brother, Sam clicked to a medium setting and watched raptly as his brother froze in place, eyes glazing over and mouth falling slightly open as the vibrations kicked on. Snapping himself back, Dean chewed vigorously and swallowed, head whipping around to find Sam grinning in the doorway. "You fucker," he growled.
Sam raised his hand and wiggled the remote in the air, lifting an eyebrow. Dean squirmed in his seat and groaned as Sam kicked the vibrations up a few notches, abandoning his plate to the coffee table to clutch at the cushion under him.
Waiting just a little bit longer, Sam palmed at his own hard-on as Dean's hips rolled and a choked moan sounded from his throat. Finally, Sam turned the vibe off and Dean sagged into his seat. Dean glared at Sam, his voice a whispered growl. "You fucker."
Sam grinned impishly back at him. "Finish your lunch. Looks good." He snickered as Dean's glare darkened, and left the room.
Wanting to give Dean some time to recover, Sam had gone to his room to get some things done, did some laundry, even finally made himself a real lunch. When he'd decided Dean had relaxed long enough, Sam went to find him again. Unsurprisingly his brother was still in the den, but this time he was slumped into the cushions like he'd fallen asleep without meaning to and had gradually slipped sideways. A soft smile curled Sam's lips and for a moment he considered just leaving Dean alone.
Sam knew that he would regret it though. This day was all about satisfying a fantasy and he couldn't pass up the golden opportunity. Perching on the coffee table, Sam admired his brother's relaxed features, the soft flutter of his lashes on sleep-warm cheeks, his lips pursing in puffs of breath. He was so tempted to touch, to caress soft skin and coax murmurs of need from Dean's lips, but still he wanted more, to see surprise and desperate need fill his brother's eyes.
Watching his brother's face intently, Sam clicked the remote to the first setting, a slow rolling vibration. Even in the still silence, Sam couldn't hear the plug and was impressed by its discretion. It's possible he'd have to convince Dean to try a public foray.
Sam let the vibrations continue, searched Dean's face for any reaction. After a few minutes there was only a slight hitch in Dean's breathing before it evened out again. Sam clicked to the next setting where the vibrations were moderately faster and stronger than the first.
Dean's next breath was a whine, but still he didn't wake. Again, Sam left the setting for a few minutes before switching it up to the fourth, a continuous sharp vibration, vastly different from the first two, now slightly audible in the silent room. In seconds, Dean's hips rolled down, pressing into the plug, his legs spreading as they would to welcome Sam between them.
Sam inhaled sharply and tried to steady himself, resisting the invitation he'd never rejected before. Before Sam could hit the button again, Dean's eyes fluttered and he gasped, fingers digging into the cushions as his hips rolled. His tongue darted out over his lips, face turning into his shoulder as it often did when he was overwhelmed by pleasure.
Sam waited, enthralled by the sight, ignoring his erection as finally Dean's eyes opened, green dark and glazed with pleasure. Lids still heavy with sleep, Dean sought Sam's gaze and breathed a whimper as his hips rocked up into the vibrations. "S'my," he slurred, lashes fluttering as the vibrations continued unceasing. His prostate had to be so sensitive by now.
"You're doing so good De'" Sam encouraged, reaching a hand out to settle on Dean's stomach. His brother's hand settled over top of his and clutched at him. "So good for me." Dean's eyes rolled back in his head and just when Sam thought Dean might fall over the edge, he stopped the vibrations all together. Dean whined.
Sam leaned over to press a kiss to Dean's forehead, his hairline just starting to dampen with sweat. Smoothing Dean's hair down, Sam caressed a thumb over his cheek and kissed his brother's lips chastely, adoringly. Pulling away, Sam left Dean to gather himself and went to distract himself some more.
The next time Sam went looking for Dean, he was in the garage digging through a toolbox on the workbench. Without noticing Sam's presence, Dean approached the open hood of the Impala and bent slightly at the waist. He stopped mid-motion and cursed, widening his stance and wiggling his hips. He muttered another curse, this time directed at Sam and stalked away from the car.
"Having trouble?"
Dean startled and whirled to face Sam, the frustration evident in his features. "Dammit Sam! I can't do a fucking thing without the goddamn plug getting in the way. Just sitting on the fucking couch," he shuddered.
Sam walked up to Dean and pulled him against his chest. "You're doing so well for me. And you're making me so hot," he whispered, hot breath puffing over Dean's ear. His brother shuddered again, this time clutching at Sam's sides. "Go work on your car." Dean closed his eyes and nodded.
Sam released his hold on Dean and leaned against the workbench. Dean went back over to the hood of the Impala and took a deep breath, audible even to Sam. Steeling himself, Dean bent over, groaning as the movement forced the plug into a new position. It was obvious he tried to ignore the sensations, but Sam could tell he was feeling every shift and turn.
For a while Sam just watched Dean work and enjoyed the sight of his brother's ass lifted in the air. When he was sure Dean's hands weren't involved in anything dangerous, he clicked the remote to a middle setting on the remote.
Dean slammed a hand down against the body of the Impala's front end, a curse echoing in the garage. Unable to even move from his position, Dean braced his hands against the car and dropped his head between his shoulders, waiting it out.
From his position, Sam saw Dean's back ripple as pleasure raced through his body, saw his thighs shake and his feet adjust to widen his stance. His brother was truly a sight to behold. He was gorgeous and oh so tempting, but Sam waited, held himself back from touching, shifting to a different setting and watching as his brother gasped and shook at the change.
"Sammy, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fff-" His voice cut off along with the vibrations, Sam having stopped when he could tell Dean was about to come. Dean whined and rocked his hips as if seeking out the vibrations again. Sam came over and caressed over Dean's back and down over his backside.
"So beautiful."
"Shuddup." Dean's voice was weak, and Sam forced back a grin as he kissed the center of Dean's spine.
Sam spent the rest of the day lurking around the bunker, watching his brother, waiting for Dean to do something that would shift the plug just so against his prostate or to be in a position where he'd be surprised and overwhelmed by the vibrations turning on inside him. Dean and Sam both were in a constant state of need and Sam had used just about the last of his patience the last time he'd surprised Dean with the vibe. He couldn't imagine how Dean was feeling just then.
It was around dinnertime when Sam finally decided how he would end the day. He called in an order for pizza delivery with curly fries for Dean and a side salad for himself and then picked an old movie they'd both seen and enjoyed. When the food arrived, Sam set everything up in the den and called Dean to dinner.
"What's this?" Dean asked, excitement notable in his tone. He went to plop down on the couch, but had to gingerly lower himself instead when he remembered the plug. Sam smiled and followed, settling in next to his brother.
"I wanted to treat you. After today and everything you've been trying for me recently, I thought we could use a good take-out dinner and evening together."
Dean rolled his eyes and waved Sam off, but he looked pleased. They both dug into their meal and enjoyed the movie for a while. When they were finished, Sam cleaned up and when he came back he sat down in the corner of the couch and pulled Dean between his legs to lean against his chest.
Dean groaned as the plug shifted with his movement, but quickly settled down and accepted Sam's hold around his waist.
As the movie approached its end, Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out the plug remote. He almost hated to interrupt Dean's restful state against his chest, but knew his brother would like the payout. He clicked to the fourth setting from earlier, the sharper vibrations that drew Dean from his sleep. Dean seized against his chest and went rigid, fingers digging into Sam's arm where it wrapped around Deans' waist, his body instantly sensitive and on-edge.
"Oh fuck," Dean groaned, head digging back into Sam's collarbone.
Sam soothed a hand over his brother's ribs and over his chest, both arms braced around Dean's upper body. Kissing his brother's temple, Sam nudged the vibe setting up again. Dean's hips lifted off the couch, cock achingly hard, a high whine escaping his lungs. He squirmed in Sam's hold, reaching his breaking point. "Can't take anymore Sammy. No more. Fuck, need to – need – fuck!"
Sam held tight and rocked his own hard cock against Dean's back. "You did so good for me today. You're amazing, so good for me. Come, Dean. It's okay, come." On the last whispered word, Sam clicked to another setting and Dean thrashed in his arms, burying his face in Sam's neck. His brother shook in his hold and then tensed, knuckles going white against Sam's skin, but he didn't come. He sobbed his need into Sam's skin.
Sam rocked his hips harder against Dean's back and seeing that his brother was caught just on the edge, moved his hand to curl around Dean's length through his sweats. One, two sharp tugs and one more click of the remote sent Dean hurtling into the abyss, a silent scream on his lips, body still locked down in pleasure.
With all the waiting during the day contributing to his need and finally getting his fantasy fulfilled, Sam was just on the edge himself. As Dean came, Sam rolled his cock against Dean a few more times and let himself fall, his release spilling sticky and wet in his pants and against Dean's back.
Coming back to himself, Sam looked down at Dean and admired the bright flush of his cheeks and the glazed look in his eyes. Looking closer Sam also noticed a pained tinge to Dean's features and suddenly realized he'd never turned off the plug. "Fuck," he whispered, fumbling with the remote to turn it off.
When he finally managed to stop the vibrations, Dean slumped in Sam's hold. Sam kissed his brother's temple and smoothed Dean's hair back from his forehead. "Sorry Dean. You feeling okay?"
Dean groaned and didn't move. He licked his dry lips. "Awesome," he managed. Then, "No more plug, Sammy."
"Yeah," Sam agreed. He would be disappointed not to use it again, but he'd more than gotten what he asked for today. "We won't use it again."
Dean punched Sam's thigh. "Not…that," he panted, "Get it out." Sam's eyebrows shot up his forehead.
"Fuck! I forgot. Sorry De'." He slid out from behind Dean on the couch, gently easing him back to rest on the cushions. Tugging at his waistband, Sam said, "Let's get you more comfortable. You earned it."
"Yeah I did," Dean boasted from his lax position, chest puffed up even flat on his back. Sam snickered and gave him a kiss.
"All right stud, lift your hips."