“De,” Sam whimpers from under his older brother, one hand tangling itself in Dean’s hair, the other scrambling for purchase in the sheets. They’ve been at this for hours, and Sam’s never been wound tighter, so far past the breaking point now, he could cry.
“Please, please, I’msoclose, please,” he slams his head back into the pillow, mouth falling open, allowing only heady whines and shallow breaths to escape. That familiar swirl of heat returns and settles deep in his belly, heating him up from the inside out. His vision starts fading; he tries to keep his eyes on Dean, but they keep drifting upward, little speckles of white peppering the corners. He’s right there, just a couple more seconds, a few more strokes, God, just a lil’ bit more—
“No,” he gasps, “nonono,” he nearly breaks down, sobbing at the complete loss of contact.
“C’mon Sammy, you can hold out for one more round,” Dean finally, finally, pulls his own cock out and settles it next to Sam’s, a sure sign he’ll actually be allowed to get off sometime tonight. “Think you can do that, baby brother?”
Sam’s eyes roll right to the back of his head. His incest kink—is it an incest kink if you’re fucking your actual brother?—dials him up to a hundred, something he never thought possible. He gasps and involuntarily thrusts upwards, looking for friction, but is met with two big hands pinning him down by the waist, forcing him still.
“Yeah,” he drawls, and Sam can hear the shit-eating grin on his face. “‘Course you can. You wanna be good for your big brother, don’t ‘cha? You wanna make me proud, right, Sammy?”
And he’ll be damned if he disappoints Dean again, so he sucks in a breath and nods, strapping in for the long haul.
It’s gonna be a long night.
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