Top Harry Drabble: Harry/Sam(Supernatural Season 4)
They didn't even make it to the bed after coming back from the hunt, sweaty and tired. The sun was starting to fall, shining dimly through the windows in the hallway of the motel they were staying in. There was blood on Sam's shirt and at this point, he didn't particularly care. As soon as Harry closed the door behind them, Sam turned around and pressed his boyfriend back into the door with a thump.
Harry groaned into the kiss and curled an arm around his neck, nipping and licking his way into Sam's mouth. "Hungry, hmm?"
Sam let out a strangled whine as Harry's hand started to tighten around him, pushing him forward a little towards the bed. "Please."
Harry grinned and slipped off his shirt then helped Sam to slip his off, throwing both dirty shirts away. "It was a good hunt, wasn't it?"
One of Harry's hands moved down to Sam's bare chest, backing him up until his feet hit the bed. Sam hurriedly peeled off his dirty jeans as well, slipped off his boots too. He went with Harry's next push and fell down onto the bed, spreading his legs to let Harry sit between them. His heart was beating fast and his cock was already paying attention as he watched Harry strip the rest of his clothes off too.
"Got you all hot too," Harry remarked, sitting up and leaning over him, pressing his lips to his while his fingers traced light paths over his chest. Sam shivered with it, heat coiling through his body as Harry moved. A strangled whine left his throat as Harry thumbed over a nipple, dropping down to lick the hurt.
Pleasure built at the base of his spine and he arched up into Harry's hand as his fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking once, before disappearing. "Fuck… Harry!"
Harry smirked down at him, his eyes wide with arousal, before he flicked his fingers, catching the tube of lube as it floated into his palm. "You can wait."
Sam groaned, wrapping an arm around Harry's back and tried to yank him down into a kiss. Harry trailed featherlight kisses down his chest, their cocks rubbing together slightly and making Sam gasp out. His toes curled with it and he felt his heart race and sweat dribble down his forehead as Harry moved downward, licking as he went down.
His heart beat so hard that he only distantly heard the snap of a tube opening and then a finger breached him. Sam whined, squirming around on the bed, as Harry opened him up, first with one finger and then two, crooking in just the way to hit the… Pressure coiled within him, burning through him as Harry hit the spot again. His cock ached with it, growing harder with each motion.
He felt Harry reach up, smoothing away the hair on his forehead and kissed him, peering up at him. "Ready?"
Sam nodded, not quite trusting his voice now. Harry moved back down, sheathed himself in one fast movement. Sam cried out at the sensation, the fullness of Harry being within him. Harry's eyes were wide and his mouth was just slightly open, his tongue peeking out. Heat licked at his body and Harry thrust deeper, hitting the spot that sent pleasure riding through him. Harry pulled out, the sweet, wet feel of it and Harry immediately thrusting back in sent Sam over the edge of release.
He saw Harry shudder as he writhed with the pleasure, rocketing all the way through his body. He sighed out as Harry came too, still in him. "Good boy."
Sam whined, his heart skipping a beat and his cheeks reddening at the words, as Harry slowly pulled out, falling over to lay next to him. His breathing evened out as Harry curled an arm around him, fingers lazily etching circles on his side.
The knock on the door broke the easy silence and he groaned, closing his eyes briefly in irritation. "Don't want to get up."
Harry snorted, poked him in the chest. "Lazy hunter."
Sam sighed, the words reminding him of his brother. "We still didn't get anything from the demon we ganked."
"Another time, Sam. We'll get him out of hell," Harry whispered, sitting up and laying a kiss on his forehead before reaching out for a shirt. There was another knock at the door and Harry muttered out a curse under his breath. "I'm coming!"
"You don't sense anything?" Sam questioned, drawing up the covers. "Because the patterns really-"
"I don't sense anything," Harry replied, shrugging and standing up. Sam watched him walk over to the door before throwing his arm over his eyes. He heard the motel room door open and Harry say something before trailing off. A long, familiar voice jolted him to sitting up, his heart skipping a beat at the words.
Sam hurriedly swung his legs over the side of the bed and rushed over to the door, his eyes wide and his heart racing… Dean stood at the door. His world dwindled to his brother and the demon who had stolen his shape. In the next minute, Harry was holding him back, his arms around his waist, whispering words into his ear.
"It's really Dean," Harry whispered, tightening his hold on him. "It's really him."
Sam's anger deflated at his boyfriend's words and Harry loosened his arms, letting him a second later.
Dean looked at the two of them with wide eyes before grinning towards him. Bobby stared at Harry and then glanced to Sam, his eyes narrowing. "Heya, Sammy."
"Dean."