That's the first time Dean has sucked Sam's cock; in fact, it's the first time Dean has ever sucked a cock in his life. He knows he's straight, he loves women, breasts of all sizes, big asses, and soft, wet vaginas. Maybe a thought or two crossed his mind whenever dr. sexy appeared on screen, but it was never more than a fantasy chained deep in his brain, locked away and hidden behind layers and layers of self-loathing.
Then the years pass, deals with demons, express resurrections, many headaches due to excessive alcohol, and now in the present, he's kneeling, hands sweating, saliva pooling in his cheeks, twice he's had to swallow to avoid soaking the floor, and his body trembles as if he were dying of hypothermia, only instead of cold, heat spreads like wildfire. His brother's legs are spread wide in front of him, and the afternoon light streams through the curtains at just the right angle to make him look like a goddamn deity. He can feel Sam's dick throbbing against his hands, the veins almost as prominent as those on his arms whenever he flexes them, and Dean is dying to choke on that damn thing.
Although it's easier said than done, because Dean is good at sex, like damn, it's something he really likes to brag about, he's never had any complaints, but there's a clear difference between a girl's clit and a fucking huge cock like Sam's.
Dean nervously kisses the length of his cock, licking it with barely perceptible movements. And for a fleeting moment, he thinks about putting some red lipstick to decorate his brother's cock, perhaps kissing the inner thighs of his legs and even his abs. He's seen firsthand what his own dick looks like surrounded by lipstick, and he considers it one of the best scenarios when he uses his imagination to get off when he's by himself. Since he's a scent maniac, like the vile pervert he is, he drench himself in his little brother's dick scent.
Sam smells like cheap soap, and it might just be Dean's melted brain short-circuiting from how damn excited he is, making him hallucinate, but he'd swear there's also a faint scent of coffee. The taste is salty, but not as prominent as the smell, and Dean knows he's screwed because there's no way he'll ever forget it.
Sam is patient, his little brother gently guides him, placing his freaking big hands on his face and head, telling him how good he is, speaking slowly and breathlessly, and Dean isn't a girl, but he feels the blush creeping up his cheeks and ears with embarrassment. He knows he's doing a shitty job because the nerves are getting the better of him, but Sam sounds so hot, with surprised grunts every time Dean sucks and kisses the tip of his cock, that Dean feels a little proud of being the one to break him down like this. When he opens his mouth, his jaw aches, and he tries to swallow him whole.
Sam shudders beneath him and tries again to slow him down, but Dean is getting tired of being treated like a virgin. Okay, maybe his throat is virgin, but that doesn't stop him from feeling the tingle in his toes just thinking about the moment his little brother fucks his face so good his throat hurts for days.
Then, Dean forcefully lets the throbbing cock sink in until he has to hold his breath and his eyes begin to water. Sam shudders beneath his touch with a deep moan, it sounds broken. Dean knows he's holding back; Sammy usually holds back a lot, too afraid of hurting him but Dean pulls himself together, managing to suck, his cheeks buried in Sam's mouth as he caresses his testicles and legs. His head moves back and forth, his eyelashes flutter, trying to tell him without words that he wants him more than anything. Sam then holds him firmly, and Dean can feel his whole body vibrate with happiness.
Sam is relentless then; he may not be fucking his throat with the violence he desires, but he can still feel the force and the crave. He can only see Sam's throat as his head snaps back, panting, and Dean knows he's won the first round. His little brother's legs tremble as he approaches his limit, and then he plunges all the way in.
Dean's eyes widen in surprise as his nose is crushed against Sam's bush, and he can't help but panic for a moment due to the unexpected movement. But then he feels it going down his throat; Sam's hot cum bathes his senses and chokes him. At that moment, Dean feels his mind go blank as he comes hard in his pants. His body trembles, and his mind shudders.
Maybe a few seconds pass, but then he hears his little brother gasp in terror. Dean manages to breathe when Sammy pulls out, not without coughing like a madman. He knows his face is a mess, flushed, with tears and cum all over his face, his lips swollen and his eyes a little lost.
Sammy keeps apologizing, stroking his neck and trying to see how he is, but Dean doesn't want pity at that moment. There will be time for being affectionate later; there will always be with Sammy. Dean lunges at his brother's lips, and although Sam gasps in surprise, he grabs Dean by the waist, pulling him onto his lap. They kiss in a messy, chaotic way. Sam gasps against his lips, and Dean doesn't want to be anywhere else.
When Sam's palm reaches for his dick it is met with an wetness disaster on his pants, Dean thinks he can see something breaking inside his little brother, because he feels his Sam's dick pressing against his clothed ass again.
Dean feels drunk as Sam kisses him again hungrily, and Dean remembers he hasn't even had a drop of alcohol that day.
