Sam groaned as his fingers dug into Dean’s sweat-slick hips.
“Aw, shit, Sam,” Dean moaned, eyes screwed closed and fingernails cutting into Sam’s heaving chest. He rose up again, hips corkscrewing and twisting as he slowly fucked himself on Sam’s cock.
“Jesus, Dean,” Sam panted, one hand wrapped around Dean’s dick and jerking it wetly. He thrust up slightly faster, groaning when Dean suddenly clenched around him. “Look at me, Dean, look at me.”
Dean’s eyes flew open, wide and lust-blown, his breath shuddering and hitching whenever Sam’s nail scraped over his slit.
“Sam, Sam, I - I’m - “ he shivered and dropped his head, swearing softly.
“Gonna come for me, Dean? Make a fucking mess all over your little brother?” Sam sped up his strokes and his hips, eyes locked on the play of muscles below Dean’s golden, sweaty skin.
“No, no, don’t wanna come,” he muttered.
“Don’t wanna - oh - come, not yet,” Dean gasped, teeth tearing at his lower lip.
“What, then? What do you want?” Sam lifted his knees, planting his feet firmly on the bed and gave a hard thrust, slick, tight heat all around his cock.
“Want - Want you to come in me first,” Dean whispered, sounding almost ashamed, a blush spreading down his chest.
“Fuck, oh, fuck, Dean, yeah, yeah, I’ll do that, come in you, mark you up, fill you - shit - fill you up,” Sam babbled, pulling Dean down faster, lube dripping down his balls as he pushed it out of his brother.
“Please, Sam, please,” Dean whimpered, shaking with the force of not coming.
“Yeah, Dean, fuck,” Sam choked out before his muscles tensed and he was coming, his thrusts forcing it to mix with the lube.
“Sam, Sam, Sammy, oh, ah, ohhhhh,” Dean’s hands scrabbled at Sam’s chest, nails catching on his nipples as he spasmed violently, come shooting all fucking over Sam’s chest and abs. Thick strings connected Sam’s fingers and wrist when he ran his hand through the mess.
“Fuck, Dean,” Sam said as he pulled Dean towards him, their mouths colliding in a wet tangle of tongues.
“Happy Birthday, bitch,” Dean murmured into the kiss.
“Thanks, jerk,” Sam responded automatically. “Now come sit on my face so I can clean you up.”
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