Title: Next Time Pairing/Prompt: Sam/Dean, on the floor Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Explicit wincest, pre-series Spoilers: None Length: Drabble Summary: Next time, Dean wants to do this right.
"Shhhh," Dean whispered, hand over Sam's mouth to stifle his moans. But he didn't stop moving his other hand over Sam's cock in slow lazy strokes, or pushing his hips against his brother's ass. The hard wooden floor of the house they were squatting in was cold against his ribs and hip, and their dad was in the next room, but those things only registered distantly. His world was the lean, narrow body writhing against his, hot and hard and perfect. He buried his face in Sam's hair when his brother grabbed his hip with one hand, urging him closer. The head of his cock was pushing against Sam's balls now, every thrust pushing Sam forward into Dean's hand, and neither of them was going to last as long as Dean wanted to. He felt Sam stiffen, rhythm stuttering and failing as a hoarse choked cry escaped from behind Dean's hand, and Dean bit down on Sam's shoulder as the feel of his brother's come filling his hand tipped him over the edge.
Dean cradled Sam close against him, wishing they had a bed instead of rough blankets on the floor so that he could fuck Sam properly. Sam turned to face him, head still pillowed on Dean's arm, and whispered, "Next time."
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Pairing/Prompt: Sam/Dean, on the floor
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit wincest, pre-series
Spoilers: None
Length: Drabble
Summary: Next time, Dean wants to do this right.
"Shhhh," Dean whispered, hand over Sam's mouth to stifle his moans. But he didn't stop moving his other hand over Sam's cock in slow lazy strokes, or pushing his hips against his brother's ass. The hard wooden floor of the house they were squatting in was cold against his ribs and hip, and their dad was in the next room, but those things only registered distantly. His world was the lean, narrow body writhing against his, hot and hard and perfect. He buried his face in Sam's hair when his brother grabbed his hip with one hand, urging him closer. The head of his cock was pushing against Sam's balls now, every thrust pushing Sam forward into Dean's hand, and neither of them was going to last as long as Dean wanted to. He felt Sam stiffen, rhythm stuttering and failing as a hoarse choked cry escaped from behind Dean's hand, and Dean bit down on Sam's shoulder as the feel of his brother's come filling his hand tipped him over the edge.
Dean cradled Sam close against him, wishing they had a bed instead of rough blankets on the floor so that he could fuck Sam properly. Sam turned to face him, head still pillowed on Dean's arm, and whispered, "Next time."