Title: For His Pleasure
By: Bridget McKennitt
Word Count: 653
Summary: Sometimes Dean was in need for some cock. Oh yeah, and Sam helped out too.
Contains: No warnings in as far I know that can't be extrapolated from the header itself. PWP, ball gag, minor orgasm denial, topping from the bottom!Dean, incest
Disclaimer: Supernatural is owned by Eric Kripke and other companies. They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred.
Author's Notes: Written for bbtp_challenge.
Sometimes, not always, but sometimes whenever Dean needed a good fuck, he went to Sam. He couldn't trust the random strangers at the bars to satisfy his craving of having a thick cock up his ass.
Like now. Sam had just come out of the bathroom, towel tied around his waist, with a slight sheen of moisture still clinging to his body. Dean's mouth watered at the sight of all those sculpted muscles and he wanted.
He fell to his knees in front of Sam, hurling the towel away and inhaled Sam's cock into his mouth before Sam realized what was going on. "Dean!"
Dean mouthed the head of Sam's cock, licking it and running his tongue over the slit before sucking it back down his throat. He had no time to answer, not when he wanted so badly. Sam snapped his mouth shut as Dean continued to suck him noisily, making sure to fill the room with it. Except he wanted more. As much as Dean enjoyed having a cock in his mouth, he wanted a cock in his ass and pulled away with a pop.
They managed to make their way to the bed where Dean pushed Sam on the mattress before heading to his duffel back to grab something. Dean knew Sam would wait patiently for him to return, keeping still as he watched Dean ruffle through his things. They've done this enough times for Sam to know what Dean expected of him. Dean found what he was looking for and returned to Sam, tapping his finger lightly against Sam's chin. Sam immediately opened his mouth.
Once Dean had finished, he moved back to inspect his work. The ball gag fit snugly in Sam's mouth, making sure the only thing Sam could say were muffled noises. He stripped down quickly, tossing his clothes aside and lubed them both up as efficiently as he was able to, ignoring how good it felt to open himself up with his fingers. Then with a grin, he sank down on Sam's cock.
Dean yelped as Sam's cock filled his ass. Sam made a noise from behind his ball gag, but Dean disregarded it. If Sam really wanted him to stop, he would have done it. Dean steadied himself by placing his hands on Sam's broad shoulders and lifted his hips before slamming himself back down. "Fuck yeah, this is exactly what I needed." Then Dean really began to move.
At one point, Sam had thrust his hips up to meet Dean's downward momentum. Without missing a beat, Dean rolled them onto their sides and smacked his palm flat against Sam's ass, the crack echoing around the motel room. "No! My pleasure, not yours." Dean grinned wildly as he twisted his hips to hit his own prostate, sparks shooting up his spine as he did so. Sam's eyes slammed shut.
Dean grabbed his cock gliding between their stomachs. It felt good as it slid between them with nothing but precome to slick the way. Dean gave himself one stroke before changing strategy. He grabbed Sam's large hand instead and wrapped it around his cock, his own hand covering Sam's. He used Sam's hand to jerk himself off as he kept fucking himself on Sam's cock.
His rhythm went unsteady as he ground his ass as hard as he could against his brother. Dean threw his head back, gasping as he came spurting between their bodies. Dean pulled away just as his ass clenched tight around Sam's cock, keeping Sam from coming from the sensation.
"Thanks, Sammy," he said with a ragged breath. With unsteady hands, he untied the ball gag and helped take it out of Sam's mouth.
Sam worked his jaw. "You're welcome, asshole. Can I come now?"
Dean rolled over on his back, eyes already drooping with sleep. "Knock yourself out. Just gonna rest..." He yawned and fell asleep to Sam's low curses.
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