Sam sleeping with Dean look-alikes @uni!
The guy that Sam’s currently riding - blonde hair, and pale freckles - stares up at him with wide, green eyes. “Did you just call me ‘Dean’?”
Sam blushes, scratching at the back of his neck, sheepish. “Uh, no. I mean - sorry. What’s your name again?”
He looks annoyed, holding Sam’s hips still. “Daniel,” he snaps. “You picked me up - remember? ‘Least you could do is remember my name!”
“Dammit, I’m sorry. I’m just - I’m not very good with names,” Sam lies, giving this stranger - Dan - puppy-dog eyes. “I promise it wasn’t on purpose.” Well, yeah - it kind of was. Because, hello - fantasy.
“You’re gonna have to make this up to me, sweetheart,” Dan teases, thumbing over the head of Sam’s cock. “How do you think you’re gonna do that?”
Sam shivers on top of him, his ass clenching down around Dan’s dick. “I - I don’t know. How do you want me to make it up?”
Dan leans up, mouth at Sam’s ear. “Let me blow my load in your hole.”
Sam fucking shudders, practically writhing on his dick. “Okay,” he says immediately. “Yeah, come in me. Wanna be your little slut.”
Dan starts punching his hips up again. “Yeah? Gonna let me creampie you?”
“Please,” Sam whines, “please, I wanna feel it, De - Dan.”
“Maybe if you’re good,” Dan whispers, “I’ll eat it out of you, too.”