"Hey," Dean greeted, not looking up from his computer screen as Sam came into his room.
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Hey," he said back, curious at Dean's focus. He approached the bed and dropped down next to his brother, his eyebrows shooting into his hairline when he saw the screen. He swallowed heavily and shot a sideways look at Dean. "Uh, what – what's this?"
Dean scrolled and glanced at Sam, his eyes bright. "You wanna try it?"
Sam wet his lips and looked back at the screen. Dean always found new ways to surprise him. "We could. That something you want?"
"Maybe? Yeah. I got curious. We've tried a few toys, but I wanted to see what else was out there and, god Sam, this could be hot, right?"
"Yeah, definitely," Sam agreed, "would be different."
Dean turned to look at Sam. "You think? You'd wanna try it?" He looked eager and slightly nervous. Sam shot a glance at the screen and looked back at Dean, leaning in closer. "Sure," he whispered, nudging his cheek against Dean's, breath ghosting over Dean's ear. His brother shuddered. "I'd love to."
Though he'd been a bit surprised when he'd first seen what Dean was looking at, Sam couldn't help the twinge of excitement that rocked through him. A double-ended dildo could certainly change things up a bit, would make things interesting.
Sam loved topping Dean, relished the control and having the chance to take care of his brother, and Sam knew Dean loved bottoming, couldn't get enough of it usually. It had been a long time since Sam bottomed and even if this wouldn't be the traditional way of going about it, the experience would be similar. Sam wondered how different it would be though when technically neither of them would be topping.
Sam kissed under Dean's ear and back to his lips, taking his brother's mouth in a hot press before breaking it off and turning their attention back to the computer. "So was there one in particular you were looking at?"
"Nah, not yet. I was just looking, you know? After the plug and the dildo we bought, I wanted to know what other things we could try and I ran across this and well…"
Sam had to suppress the laughter bubbling in his chest. Dean so rarely rambled; it was cute to listen to him now, fumbling for an explanation. Sam kissed Dean's temple and pointed at the screen, indicating Dean should click on one.
They spent a while comparing shapes and measurements, arguing over what elements would be most important. Eventually they settled on a flesh-colored toy, long enough to make movement easy between them and fat enough to make Dean's eyes flutter closed at the mere thought.
As soon as the order confirmation flashed onto the screen, Sam curled his hand around Dean's jaw and pulled his brother's mouth to his. Dean's supple lips gave under the pressure of Sam's own and his brother's breath hitched, mouth dropping open and welcoming Sam's tongue.
The wet heat sent Sam's blood tingling through his veins. He could never get enough of Dean and the thought of what they would do together when the toy was delivered – Sam shuddered and tugged Dean closer, Dean's fingers digging into Sam's shoulders.
A few days later, Sam received the notification that the package was delivered and feeling the stirrings of excitement in his stomach, he went to retrieve it. The box was nondescript, but fairly long, having to accommodate the length of the toy. Sam swallowed thickly.
When he got it back to his room, Sam sliced into the box and pulled the toy free from its packaging, throat suddenly dry at the sight of it and the weight in his hand. Before they could use it, Sam knew he needed to clean it and get himself ready. He spent the next little while cleansing the toy and his insides, his chest becoming increasingly tight with excitement and minor nerves. It had been a long-ass time since he had anything inside him.
Taking a deep breath, Sam ventured down the hallway to Dean's room, peeking his head in to find his brother shimmying around to the music filtering through his headphones as he folded a load of clothes. Sam bit back a chuckle, unable to stop the smile forcing its way across his face.
He took in the sight of his brother, the relaxed set of his shoulders, the messy way his hair fell over his forehead, the tilt of his hips as he moved to the beat. It was so satisfying to see his brother comfortable in his surroundings, finally safe to relax after so many years on the move.
Sam rapped his knuckles against the doorframe and entered the room, a laugh erupting from him when Dean jumped at seeing him there. "Hey," Sam greeted, one hand behind him.
Dean tugged the buds from his ears and continued folding the flannel in his hand, shooting Sam a crooked smile. "Hey." He stared at Sam questioningly, eyebrows drawing together as his gaze narrowed on Sam. "What'cha got?"
Licking over his lips, Sam pulled his hand out from behind his back, unveiling the double-ended dildo. He watched Dean freeze, his cheeks blooming red as the shirt tumbled back to the bed. "Holy crap, it's here." His eyes shot up to Sam's and back to the toy. "You wanna, I mean, um, did you wanna do this now?" His voice squeaked near the end and Sam had to suppress the urge to laugh.
"If you want. I'm ready when you are."
"Yeah," Dean breathed, "Yeah okay. Just, um, just let me uh finish this and I'll go get cleaned up." It almost sounded like a question with the way Dean's voice lifted at the end and Sam chuckled, stepping closer to Dean.
"Works for me. I can help." Stepping up to the bed, Sam set the toy down on the mattress, plucking a shirt from the bed and folding it with quick practiced movements. He was on the second one before he realized Dean hadn't budged. "De'?"
His brother was staring at the toy on the bed. "It's so –"
"Yeah," Sam smiled, "you're sure you wanna do this?"
Dean shot him a panicked look. "Why? Aren't you? If you don't wanna do this, we don't have –"
Eyebrows lifting into his hairline, Sam extended a hand to rest on Dean's forearm. "Woah. I'm good, Dean. I was just checking. How 'bout you go wash up and relax. I'll finish folding."
Dean nodded absently, blinking as he stepped away. As he left the room, he stashed his iPod on the nightstand, running a hand through his hair.
It amused Sam how nervous Dean seemed. With everything they'd tried, this seemed inconsequential by comparison. In fact, it seemed it should be more nerve-wracking for Sam who hadn't bottomed in forever. But maybe that was part of Dean's nerves. He was the one who suggested this, so maybe he felt responsible for Sam enjoying this too. Sam shook his head. Whatever it was, he would get Dean to relax before they started anything.
It didn't take long for Dean to return and by then Sam had folded and stacked all of Dean's clothes to be put away later. He was leaning against the headboard, dildo off to the side, when Dean entered the room.
Upon seeing the toy at Sam's side, Dean froze in the doorway, eyes wide and unsure. "C'mere," Sam beckoned, reaching out a hand.
Nodding absently, Dean approached the bed and allowed himself to be pulled onto it. Sam scooted down the bed and rested his head on the pillow, tugging Dean down beside him. Tentatively, Dean followed, the click in his throat audible in the quiet room. Sam patted the pillow and waited for his brother to lie down.
When Dean's head finally rested beside his, Sam raised a hand to brush back the strands of hair draped over Dean's forehead. He watched as his brother's chest rose with a shaky breath and he slid closer, their breaths puffing over each other.
"This is gonna be good, Dean," he whispered, leaning in and pressing a barely-there kiss to Dean's lips. "Promise. Stop worrying."
Dean nodded and welcomed Sam against him, opening his mouth for Sam's tongue and curling his fingers around his hip. Sam smiled into the kiss and pressed closer. He loved a pliant Dean, loved how much Dean trusted him and expected to be taken care of. Sam was happy to give that to him.
They lay there for a long time kissing, the intensity building, anticipation growing between them. Dean gasped into Sam's mouth as Sam curled their tongues together, his brother pressed tight to his chest. It was amazing as always to just be close to Dean, to feel their bodies next to each other, to enjoy the soft press of lips, but Sam couldn't wait to get to the main event. Holding Dean close, Sam flicked his thumb over Dean's nipple and Dean shivered in his arms.
Fuck, he still couldn't believe he'd actually gotten Dean to come that one time just playing with his nipples. It made Sam hard just thinking about it. He flicked over it again and Dean groaned, turning his head so his cheek slid past Sam's, stubble rubbing together, his hips jerking.
"Fuck, Dean, so hot." Sam breathed against Dean's cheek, nuzzling at the skin there until his lips found Dean's again. Dean 'hmmmd' into Sam's mouth and clamped his hand tighter around his hip. It was always so damn good between them.
Sliding his hand down Dean's back until he found the hem of his brother's shirt, Sam slotted his hand underneath, pushing the material up to reveal Dean's heated skin. He tugged at the material, a silent cue for Dean to take it off and start the process of undressing.
As Dean pulled away to drag his shirt over his head, he nipped at Sam's lip before they disconnected. It drove Sam crazy and he had to force himself to let Dean move away. He wanted Dean naked, but it was near painful to not have his brother's lips on his.
With his shirt off and chest bare, Dean worked on wriggling out of his jeans and Sam watched as he wrangled his own clothes off his body. It was a struggle trying to do both, but finally Sam managed and they were both down to their boxers. It was another few seconds until those too were gone and then Sam pulled Dean down onto the bed and flush against him, both of them groaning at the friction between their cocks.
"S'm, fuck, S'mmy," Dean murmured into Sam's lips, rocking his hips for more contact.
"Yeah, Dean," Sam groaned, intoxicated by all their bare skin rubbing together, the feel of Dean's cock pressing into his own, their balls knocking together.
As they kissed, Sam's hands ventured across Dean's skin, trailing feather light over his back and clutching at the jut of his hips. Dean's hands moved too, tugging at Sam's hair and cupping his chin.
Sucking Dean's tongue into his mouth, Sam pushed at Dean's shoulder and rolled them so he rested more fully on top of his brother. Dean's hands seized at Sam's back holding them together and then he dragged them down to grab at Sam's ass, one cheek in each hand.
It took a long moment of kissing for Dean to move again, but finally he trailed one hand to Sam's crease, dipping one finger between and teasing over Sam's skin. Sam growled and nipped at Dean's lips. "Go 'head, Dean. Want it."
"Fuck." Dean sealed their lips together again and pressed his finger harder, parting Sam's cheeks and rubbing just barely over his taint. It had been a long damn time and Sam pushed his hips back at the feeling. His brother's movements were slow, tentative and Sam pulled away just enough to see Dean's face.
He saw the nerves in the set of Dean's brow, the way Dean wouldn't meet his eyes. "S'okay. Want you to. C'mon De', finger me open," he whispered hotly, loving the heated2 flush that claimed his brother's cheeks. Sam reached for the lube on the nightstand and held it for Dean to take. Figuring a challenge might help, he continued. "Where'd my cocky big brother go, huh?"
Dean's lips lifted in a snarl. "Shuddup," he grumbled, and before Sam had the chance to say anything else, Dean had snatched the lube from his hands and squeezed it onto his fingers, immediately lowering them to Sam's crease. Sam gasped at the cold, but spread his thighs across Dean's hips, cheeks parting for easier access.
With Dean focusing on his task, Sam dropped his forehead to Dean's shoulder and waited, jaw dropping when finally, fucking finally his brother's first finger rubbed over his hole and pressed lightly at the muscle.
For a seemingly endless minute, Dean circled and pressed at Sam's rim, just enough to tease the nerves, but not enough to give Sam what he wanted. "C'mon," urged Sam, nudging his hips back against Dean's fingers.
"I gotcha," Dean muttered, at once gripping Sam's hip and plunging his finger inside. The progress was slower than either of them expected, Sam's muscle still tight after so long without bottoming and they both groaned at the pressure. It took a long time and a lot of patience between them, the pressure and slight burn making Sam uncomfortable, but neither wanted to stop. Eventually Dean was in to the webbing on one finger and he wiggled it around, pulling at the muscle and willing it to relax.
Dean took his time relaxing Sam's muscle, easing his single finger in and out on repeat until the motion was smoother. "Add another," Sam mumbled into Dean's collarbone, his breath puffing hot over the skin there when Dean immediately complied and Sam felt two fingertips pressing at his hole, prying him apart and sliding inside.
Sam bit into his bottom lip, muffling the guttural moan that tried to escape. The stretch was a little uncomfortable, but beyond that Sam could sense the care Dean was taking with him, and it helped ease the burn. His brother added lube to his fingers and pressed them back inside, spreading them apart and rhythmically twisting them to relax the muscle from every angle.
He couldn't help sucking a kiss into Dean's neck and groaned, lapping over the mark he left behind when Dean's fingers twisted just enough to nudge over his prostate. It had been so long since he'd felt that tingling pleasure it made Sam's vision flash white. "Fuck," he panted, rocking his hips back into Dean's hand. "C'mon, Dean. Give me the last one. M'ready."
"Yeah," Dean panted back, kissing at Sam's shoulder. He pulled his fingers free and added more lube, this time returning with three fingers.
Sam gasped at the intrusion and pushed back, mouth dropping open slightly as he adjusted to the width of all three fingers in his body. Slowly, Dean quickened his pace and it wasn't long before Sam was rocking his hips into every quick thrust of Dean's hand, enjoying each spread and turn Dean used to stretch his hole.
"Fuck," he growled, stilling his hips. He was too close already to continue. If he wanted to get to the main event, he needed to stop this now, not to mention Dean still needed to be prepped too.
"It's my turn," he said, moving himself back on Dean's lap and crawling between his thighs. He slid his palms down the outsides of his brother's legs and trailed his fingers to the inside, smiling when Dean had to muffle a laugh that verged on a giggle. Bending low, Sam kissed at the skin of Dean's navel and down towards his cock, his fingers dragging over his skin and up until they found the creases of his legs and pushed them wide.
Sucking a kiss into the crease of his thigh, Sam groaned. "M'gonna finger you open, Dean, spread you wide on my fingers and make you crazy. Make you so relaxed and ready our dildo is just gonna slide right in, fill you up so good."
Dean shuddered hard and had to suppress a needy whine at the words, instead thrusting his hips at Sam's face, cock bobbing and hole clenching in eager anticipation. Sam reveled in the sight and pushed again at Dean's legs to widen them and angle his knees at his chest.
Inhaling deeply to steady himself, Sam lowered his mouth and gave a gentle kiss to the underside of Dean's cockhead, lapping gently at the skin there as he worked his way to the base. As Dean whimpered at the sensations, Sam found the bottle of lube and slicked his fingers, directing them to his brother's crease and gliding them over his skin.
Dean whined again and squirmed, desperate as always to have Sam inside him in some way. Fingers ready, Sam circled one over Dean's rim and teased at the muscle, groaning when he felt it pulse against him. Fuck, that was hot.
Teasing for just a few seconds longer, Sam finally pressed against the muscle and swallowed hard when he felt Dean's hole suck him desperately inside, a groaned "yes" falling from Dean's lips. Dean was so hot inside, so ready, that Sam's finger was all the way in almost instantly. It was like Dean's ass craved being filled and Sam was happy to give him what he needed.
After a few pumps of one finger, Sam re-entered with two and licked his lips at Dean's breathy gasp. "You're so perfect, Dean, taking me in so easy." Sam couldn't help pressing kisses to Dean's skin and with his twitching cock so close, Sam found it hard to ignore. Instead, he licked up the shaft and sucked the head into his mouth, tonguing at the slit and pressing against the vein on the underside. Dean whined and beat his fist into the sheets.
The more Sam sucked, the quicker Dean's ass rippled and pulsed around his fingers. It was incredible to feel his arousal take over his whole body. Sam pressed inside with three fingers and again was awestruck at how easily Dean's hole sucked him in. He crooked his fingers, spreading them wide and sought out Dean's prostate. His brother howled when he made contact and Sam chuckled around Dean's cock, sending vibrations up his length.
Dean's voice was tight when he groaned Sam's name. "Sammy, fuck. S-stop, holy fuck." His hand found Sam's head and pushed him away. "Gonna come – stop. Want the toy."
Reluctant, but knowing Dean was right, Sam stopped, pulling his fingers free and letting Dean's cock drop from his mouth and smack against his stomach. "You ready?"
"Hell yes," Dean answered, grasping at Sam's shoulders.
"Me too." From his position between Dean's legs, Sam kissed the skin on Dean's lower stomach and then as he worked his way back up, trailed kisses up Dean's body. "So gorgeous," he whispered, stopping to suck at Dean's nipple. He didn't stop until it was puffy and red, Dean's eyes rolled back from the pleasure.
Unable to ignore the other one, Sam crossed Dean's chest and sucked the untouched nipple between his teeth until it matched the first. There was a spot of drool at the corner of Dean's lips when Sam pulled away. Grinning, Sam continued kissing up Dean's body and finally sealed their mouths together.
They took a minute to figure out what position to do this in. It was a little awkward, a little strange, but knowing they wanted to see each other, they settled on propping themselves up on piles of pillows, hips lined up across from each other and legs spread on either side of each other's bodies.
Sam could tell by the time they were in position that Dean's nerves had returned. His brother's eyes were wide, skin flushed, but it was the heavy swallows and darting eyes that gave him away. Rather than confront his brother with more emotions, Sam took the reigns and reached for the toy, rubbing over Dean's thigh soothingly.
Dean let out his breath unsteadily and tipped his hips towards Sam. It was so hot to see Dean like this, open and eager and trusting. Grabbing the lube, Sam slathered it onto the toy at both ends and gripped the length in the center, adding a hand to balance it as he directed it at Dean's hole. Just like before, Dean's hole throbbed and accepted the intrusion, seeming to suck the toy deeper into his body as soon as the head made it past his rim.
Sam watched enthralled as Dean's eyes fluttered closed and fought to open again, gaze seeking out the toy and Sam's hands between them. Gently, Sam thrust the toy into Dean, small movements that gradually pushed the toy deeper into his brother's body. Dean's breath caught each time it went deeper and Sam couldn't wait to feel it inside himself.
When Dean's hips lifted into the next thrust, taking the toy deeper, Sam knew he could take the next step. Sam scooted his hips closer to Dean's and angled the other end of the toy at his own hole. His eyes shot up to Dean's and they both groaned, gazes dropping to the toy as it pressed at Sam's rim.
"Do it," Dean whispered, body completely still, waiting to see what Sam would do. Giving them both what they wanted, Sam maneuvered the toy to slide inside and his head rocked back at the sensation. It had been so, so long since he'd been full like this. And god was he full. The toy was fat and pressing at his walls, spreading him wider than he'd honestly prepared for.
Dean groaned and when Sam managed to lift his head, he found his brother staring with hooded eyes at where the toy entered his body. His brother's chest heaved as his pupils dilated further, eyes gleaming with lust. "So hot, Sammy." His throat bobbed thickly. "So fucking hot."
In their current position, each of them could take little more than the head of the dildo on their half or risk it slipping out, the space between them too wide to let them take it deeper. Sam eased across the mattress again, bringing his hips closer to Dean's, their cockheads bobbing close together, thighs overlapping and immediately the toy slid deeper into both of them. A groan escaped Dean's throat, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips.
"Fuck," Sam rasped, unable to look away from Dean. The flush spreading from Dean's face down his chest was beautiful and the still-swollen flesh around Dean's nipples called to him. He'd have to lavish more attention on them later. "Move your hips a little," he ordered, lifting his own in a small thrust.
Dean grunted and did the same, rocking his hips forward and back again, biting into his bottom lip as the toy slid deeper. As they found a rhythm between them, hips rocking and thrusting in sync, the better they were able to take the toy, each thrust propelling it back at the other, its length pressing deep in alternate motions.
The pace slowly increased as they grew more comfortable and it wasn't long before they both gasped, groaning their pleasure as the toy grazed each of their prostates. They managed to slide a tad bit closer and on the next few thrusts the dildo managed to rub over both of their sweet spots every time, causing them to shudder and moan, their bodies spiraling closer to orgasm with every movement.
"Sam, fuck, it's so good," Dean panted, hand curling around Sam's leg, clutching at him when the next thrust ground the toy over his spot and sent flashes of color dancing behind his eyes. "So good, fuck Sam, more."
In an effort to soothe Dean who was quickly reaching his peak, Sam rubbed his hand over Dean's thigh, gentling the erratic thrust of his hips. It was getting to be too much for both of them and Sam knew it wouldn't be long before they both tipped over the edge. They were both so close by then that Sam, unable to keep up the same rhythmic thrusting, chose to move the toy rather than their hips.
He gripped the toy directly in the center and found Dean's hand where it was curled around his thigh, holding it as he jerked the dildo between them. Dean's eyes rolled back at the motion and he squeezed hard at Sam's hand, his hole clenching and dragging at the toy as Sam pulled it towards himself. As Sam plunged it back more deeply into Dean's hole, his brother's breath caught and shuddered out of him, a whine finding its way out of his chest at the sensations.
Both of their hips twitched and Sam continued moving the toy, a steady slide back and forth between their bodies, never leaving either one. Sam was close and he knew Dean was getting close too, his balls drawing up, the flush spreading further down his chest. "Touch yourself, Dean," Sam ordered, his voice a deep husk.
Dean's eyes flicked open to meet Sam's and held his gaze as his hand wound around his cock. He whimpered and Sam couldn't resist curling his hand around his own erection. His skin was sensitive, tingling, swollen and so ready to blow. It was intoxicating feeling the toy so deep in himself and watching his brother fall apart in front of him. He couldn't get enough.
Watching Dean's face, Sam continued to move the dildo and as he did, his brother's mouth dropped open and his eyes fell nearly shut, come bubbling from his slit and spilling over as he mumbled Sam's name, each jerk of his hand bringing his cock in contact with Sam's. The sight of Dean's orgasm brought Sam that much closer and seconds after, Sam's balls drew up and his cock spurted thick streams of come over Dean's cock, their combined mess dripping over their fists and coating the dildo below.
The sight was alluring and overwhelming and Sam tugged at his cock until every drop was wrung out of him, gliding the toy back and forth to ease them through the aftershocks. Even afterward he kept moving the toy, enjoying the feeling too much to stop right away. Dean had frozen across from him by then, oversensitive, but still enjoying the feeling too. Another few thrusts and his brother whimpered, squirming on the length inside him and collapsing backwards onto his pile of pillows.
Gently, Sam shifted himself away from Dean and pulled the toy free of their bodies. It slid out of them with a wet smack, but Sam was distracted by the sight of Dean's hole, fluttering and contracting as if asking to be filled again.
Free of the toy, they both relaxed into the mound of pillows supporting them. After a little while they managed to look at each other and neither could suppress a grin. Sam nudged over Dean's ribs with his heel and both of them snorted a laugh, high on excitement and satisfaction at what they'd just done.
Tossing the toy to the side, Sam fumbled to his knees and settled himself on his stomach between Dean's legs. "What're you doin'?" mumbled Dean.
"Mmm, don't worry about it. You just stay put." Dean's hole was still pulsing from his orgasm and Sam couldn't resist it anymore. He knew Dean was kind of still skeeved by the idea of rimming despite how much he enjoyed it, but they had both just cleaned themselves and honestly, Sam didn't care. He wanted nothing more right then, than to shove his tongue in Dean's hole and eat him out until he cried.
With his hands holding Dean's thighs apart, Sam dipped his head and kissed lightly over Dean's still slightly open hole. His brother gasped and twitched his hips. "Stay still," Sam growled and leaned in again. This time he applied his tongue to Dean's rim and flicked it over the sensitive skin, sucking at his hole and blowing on it to drive Dean crazier.
A broken sob echoed in the room and it only drove Sam on. He clutched at Dean's thighs and pulled his brother's hips into his face, delving his tongue into Dean's depths and curling it to reach every nerve ending. As Sam sucked and drove his tongue deeper, Dean cried out, little breathy pleas and whimpers intermingled with graveled curses and whispers of Sam's name. The sounds Dean made only encouraged Sam and he reveled in the noises of Dean's pleasure and the feeling of his brother's fingers curled in his hair, his thighs tightening around his head.
Pressing a finger in with his tongue, Sam searched for and found Dean's prostate. He circled his finger on the gland and sucked at Dean's rim as his brother shouted his pleasure. With his finger at work massaging Dean's prostate and his tongue flicking at Dean's rim and just inside his hole, his brother was quickly rocketing towards a second orgasm.
He wasn't hard, couldn't possibly be that fast, but Sam could tell Dean was feeling more than just over stimulated. Sam pressed a little harder with his finger for a moment before backing off some and kept up the motion of his tongue. Dean gasped, "Sam!" and tightened his thighs around Sam's head, hips rocking against Sam's mouth uncontrollably.
Sam's tongue darted inside and lapped at the furled muscle, his finger circling and rubbing until Dean moaned loudly and shoved at the top of Sam's head. Sam was unrelenting. He kept up his ministrations until Dean's back arched and his hips twitched hard, a cry leaving his lips that made Sam shiver. The cry signaled Dean's release and though his cock remained soft, Sam pulled back to watch as Dean's whole body trembled and shook apart in a dry orgasm.
Fuck. Sam had always wondered if that was possible, if he could give that to Dean. Turned out he could and the results were mind blowing. Pulling his finger free, Sam kissed Dean's hole and shifted up on his knees, rubbing his hands soothingly over Dean's thighs. His brother was still shaking and it was triggering a softness, a protectiveness in Sam he never would have expected.
"You all right?" he asked softly, massaging the muscles in Dean's legs. A hysterical laugh bubbled from Dean's lips and he clamped his mouth shut around it. He looked at Sam embarrassed, nodding only when Sam raised a stern eyebrow at him. "I didn't push you too hard?"
Dean licked over his lips and closed his eyes, shaking his head to answer Sam's question. "Was f'kin amazing."
Sam chuckled. "Yeah? I'm glad. I'm gonna go get a cloth to wipe down. Sure you're okay?"
"Go," Dean ordered, kicking his foot weakly at Sam. Laughing, Sam obliged and went to retrieve a towel.
When he returned Dean was lying flat with one pillow under his head, eyes closed. Sam approached and gently swept the cloth over his brother's stomach and between his legs, freeing him of drying come and lube. Before he dropped it to the floor, Sam dabbed at the bit that had spilled on the bed cover and wiped the toy off.
That done, Sam mounted the bed and arranged himself, tugging Dean closer and lying his head on Dean's chest. "The toy was a good idea, Dean."
His brother 'hmmmd' at him, halfway asleep.
"Forgot how much I enjoyed bottoming." Sam could sense that Dean was more alert after that statement.
"That something you want to do more often?"
Sam smiled and turned his face to kiss Dean's chest. "Maybe. Only in addition to everything else though. I'm not looking to give up my role of fucking you stupid."
Dean swatted at Sam's ass half-heartedly and curled his arm around Sam's back. "Can't argue with that," he said finally. Sam smiled, letting himself enjoy being close to Dean and the new ache in his ass.