it just wasnāt right. Even if it was his brotherās body riding him, it was weird. out of place, because this soulless Sam was pretending to be his Sammy even like that. during sex. he had been the one asking for it, and Dean was too weak to refuse, he missed it. but Sam acted so differently, impaling himself on Deanās cock, scratching his chest like a goddamn cat, taking his own pleasure all along without caring about Deanās. And too fucking loud. Sam had always been shy about being vocal and now ? it sounded pornographic, whorish. this wasnāt Sam, but Dean would be lying if those noises along with that body riding the shit out of him didnāt threatened a premature ejaculation. he was angry too, because whatever it was, acted like a slut when his sweet innocent Sammy was gone. he slapped a hand over his mouth.
"Shut the fuck up do you want the whole motel to hear you ?"
it did nothing, Sam replied, voice muffled and eyes dark over Dean, hips not stopping, the wet slapping of their skins tying it together.
"I donāt fucking care ngh- fuck me like you mean it."
Dean didnāt needed to be told twice actually, a little buried part of him liking to be used maybe but mostly liking that in those conditions he had the right to go hard on Sam. pass his nerves on him. he inverted their positions, keeping him on his hands and knees, thrusting back into him in a mating press, now pressing both hands over samās mouth.
"Youāre not my brother, if I tell you to shut up you fucking do, slut."
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