Dean + candaulism?
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ANON, FUCK YES.
Can you imagine Dean making Sam wear tight, skimpy mini skirts that are way too short for public? Sam blushes down to his toes when he sees other guys staring at him, dark eyes focused on his sharp curves and tight ass; dangerous smiles tugging at the end of their lips when he shies away from their heated gaze.
The unsolicited attention always makes Sam's heartbeat quicken, and it always makes his brother go absolutely feral. Rough hands sliding up Sam's shaking thighs further and further until they reach that poor excuse for a skirt, lifting up the small piece of material to show off his brother's cute little panties. The soft pink cotton stretched tight across his leaking cock, barely covering him.
"They want you so fucking bad, baby boy," Dean growls in Sam's ear, low and gritty. The filthy sound setting the blood in his veins ablaze, goosebumps spreading across his skin like wildfire as he tries to hold back a needy whimper. "Think I should show them what they're jonesing for, Sammy."
