Happy burfday
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mooyoo!! You're the Besty McBestest. And what better for a b-day present than good, old-fashioned smut?
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Sam looked over to his brother's bed. "I can hear you, you know," Sam said, shaky voice in the cool night air. The rustling under the covers stopped.
Sam stared at Dean's immobile form for a few moments, then set his mouth into a thin line and kicked the sheets off, swung his legs over, and crossed the gap between them.
"Hey, what're you--" Dean groused as his little brother lifted the warm coccoon of blankets, letting a whoosh of cold air suck in, and climbed in beside him.
"Shut up," Sam said. He covered Dean's body with his own, pinning convulsing hips down with splayed palms.
"Dude, get off! Your hands are fucking cold!"
"No." Sam pressed his weight down on Dean's body. Hard, bunched muscle deliciously pressed back and Sam groaned. "You're driving me crazy. You've been trying to come for a half hour, Dean. Now just shut up and let me do it for you, so I can get some sleep."
Still struggling against the insistent weight, Dean opened his mouth to retort. Sam slipped his tongue in.
Uh... was the last of Dean's thoughts before a curling tongue and the wide, open cavern of Sammy's mouth obliterated everything from mind. A large hand, warmed from friction, sneaked across Dean's skin-bared hips, over his pubic hairs, and dipped beneath the waistband of his shorts.
Dean would've moaned at the confident hand that wrapped around his dick, but his noises were swallowed by Sam's biting mouth.
Needless to say, Dean had shut up by the end of the night.
mooyoo!! You're the Besty McBestest. And what better for a b-day present than good, old-fashioned smut?porn drabble
Sam looked over to his brother's bed. "I can hear you, you know," Sam said, shaky voice in the cool night air. The rustling under the covers stopped.
Sam stared at Dean's immobile form for a few moments, then set his mouth into a thin line and kicked the sheets off, swung his legs over, and crossed the gap between them.
"Hey, what're you--" Dean groused as his little brother lifted the warm coccoon of blankets, letting a whoosh of cold air suck in, and climbed in beside him.
"Shut up," Sam said. He covered Dean's body with his own, pinning convulsing hips down with splayed palms.
"Dude, get off! Your hands are fucking cold!"
"No." Sam pressed his weight down on Dean's body. Hard, bunched muscle deliciously pressed back and Sam groaned. "You're driving me crazy. You've been trying to come for a half hour, Dean. Now just shut up and let me do it for you, so I can get some sleep."
Still struggling against the insistent weight, Dean opened his mouth to retort. Sam slipped his tongue in.
Uh... was the last of Dean's thoughts before a curling tongue and the wide, open cavern of Sammy's mouth obliterated everything from mind. A large hand, warmed from friction, sneaked across Dean's skin-bared hips, over his pubic hairs, and dipped beneath the waistband of his shorts.
Dean would've moaned at the confident hand that wrapped around his dick, but his noises were swallowed by Sam's biting mouth.
Needless to say, Dean had shut up by the end of the night.
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Date: 2007-02-17 05:31 am (UTC)Glad you liked, hon! And I hope your b-day was a good one!
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