Manners
Title: Manners
Author: deansdirtybb
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1069
Warnings: Wincest, begging, oral, bareback, fingering
Summary: Dean always gives Sam want he wants...as long as Sammy asks nicely. Total PWP...absolutely no hint of story here at all.
AN #1: So, apparently my lovely muse which brought me "Worth It" has been kidnapped and replaced by a very slutty plot bunny. An insistent bunny that would not be denied until I wrote the porns. Hopefully now it's out of my system and I will get to return to that story soon. In the meantime, enjoy this dirty little fic.
AN #2: Of course I must thank my girl, the equally depraved sammichgirl. I so enjoy it when you preview my fics...especially when it leads to blushing at work. I think I owe you panties for this one, right?
Manners
Dean didn’t often get in these moods, but when he did, Sam was never disappointed.
He stroked Sam’s cock, slowly and with not nearly a tight enough grip.
“Please Dean.”
“You want it, Sammy?” Sam nodded. “Want me to make you come, baby boy?”
Sam moaned, “Yes. Yes, Dean. Please. Need it.”
“Oh, you’ll get it little brother. When I’m ready. First I’m going to have a little fun, Sammy. Gonna stroke you, just the way you like…” Dean tightened his grip and pumped Sam’s cock. Sam bucked into it and cried out. “Bring you to the edge and then-“ Dean stopped abruptly. Sam whimpered and tried to fuck into Dean’s hand, but Dean had loosened his grip and Sam could find no relief.
Dean chuckled low and dangerous. “Not yet, Sammy. Gonna take our time. Bring you closer every time but not quite give you that release. Gonna make you beg me for it. You beg so pretty for me, baby boy.”
Sam’s only response was a low whine. A slow, dirty smile curled Dean’s full lips. “You want that Sammy?”
“Yes Dean. Yes…please…anything.”
“Whose dick is this Sammy?” Dean asked stroking again, but still too lightly. Sam whimpered and Dean squeezed a little. “Well?”
“Yours Dean. It’s yours!” Dean resumed stroking Sam’s cock, applying just a bit more pressure, occasionally running his thumb over the tip through the leaking slit. Dean leaned in until his lips brushed against Sam’s mouth as he spoke, “and whose pretty mouth is this?”
“Yours Dean,” Sam whispered breathlessly. Dean covered Sam’s mouth, his plush lips pressing into Sam’s, working his brother’s mouth open. His tongue pressed in and he fucked Sam’s mouth until Sam was moaning and fisting his hands in the sheets. Dean’s hand slid from Sam’s cock, past his balls and he brushed a finger over Sam’s pucker.
“Whose pretty, pretty ass is this?” Sam sucked in a breath and tried to push into Dean’s touch but his brother just pulled his hand away.
“Uh-uh, Sammy. Not gonna get it that way. Gotta answer me, baby.”
“Yours! God, Dean…’syour ass. All yours.” Dean answered with another sultry smile and a gentle press against Sam’s hole.
“Want my finger, Sammy?” Sam nodded furiously. “Gotta ask nice, little brother.”
“Please, Dean. Please give me your finger.” Dean reached for the lube, flicked the cap open and covered his fingers. He circled a finger around Sam’s hole still just teasing. Then he bent and took Sam’s cock in his mouth as he simultaneously pushed his middle finger deep into his brother. Sam shouted and arched off the bed, reveling in the dual sensation of Dean’s finger and Dean’s mouth.
Dean swirled his tongue around the head of Sam’s dick and pushed into the slit, tasting the precum steadily leaking out. He fucked his finger in and out of Sam’s ass, hollowed his cheeks and bobbed his head a few times until his brother became a rambling, writhing mess.
He pulled off abruptly and Sam’s hips tried to follow. Dean kissed the tip of Sam’s hard leaking cock and looked up at his brother. All he had to do was raise an eyebrow and Sam said breathlessly, “Your cock, Dean. Yours.” Dean smiled and placed a kiss on Sammy’s hipbone. “Good boy. Would you like another finger Sammy?”
“Yes! Yes, please.” Dean immediately obliged pushing a second finger into Sam’s tight heat. Sam’s head thrashed side to side and his hips worked in tandem with Dean’s thrusting fingers. “God, you look so pretty like this, Sammy. Fucking yourself on my fingers, so desperate for big brother’s cock, you’ll take anything you can get, won’t you?”
“Yeah, Dean…gimme another. I’m ready, need another.” Dean took his free hand and slapped Sam’s ass. “That’s not the way to ask Sammy. Where’s your manners? Ask me nice, beg me pretty, or you’ll get nothing.”
“S-sorry, Dean. Please?”
“Gonna have to do better than that Sammy.”
“Please, Dean, sir. Please may I have another finger…you feel so good in me…please, fuck me with another one?” At that Dean growled, he bit into Sam’s shoulder and thrust 2 more fingers into Sam at once. Sam howled in pleasure and fucked himself down onto Dean’s fingers wildly.
“You ready for my cock Sammy? Hmm? Want De to fuck you with his big hard dick?”
“Y-yes…p-please…Dean, please give me your cock. I love your cock…please may I have it now?”
“Such a little cock-slut, aren’t you, baby boy? Begging big brother for his cock. You want it so bad…gonna give it to you. Gonna give you everything you need, Sammy.” Dean pulled his fingers from Sam and quickly slicked his cock. He bent Sam’s legs up and lined himself up. Dean looked into Sam’s eyes as he drove deep into his little brother in one hard thrust.
“Oh, God! Dean!” Sam shouted and writhed beneath his brother. “Oh, so good…your dick in me…mmm…”
“That’s what you wanted, huh, Sammy? Wanted me to fuck you hard and dirty?”
“Yes, Dean, please harder. Please, please…need it…please.”
Dean’s mouth spread in a predatory grin and he ground his hips just right, nailing Sam’s prostate. He was rewarded with the dirtiest intonation of his name he’d ever heard spill from Sam’s lips.
“Oh, Deeeaan! Fuuck, please, please. Just there…just please, don’t stop…please…please…please Dean…I’m all yours, just please…”
With that Dean was just about done in. Sam begging without prompt, so wanton and fucked out. He worked his hips in that rhythm he knew would bring Sam to the very edge, nailing his sweet spot on every other stroke.
“You gonna come on my cock, little brother?”
“Close, Dean…so close…please? Please can I? Please Dean!”
“Mmm…almost baby boy…” Dean looked into his little brother’s face. Sammy’s eyes were pinched shut, his face contorted with torturous pleasure. “Open your eyes, Sammy. Look at me.” Sam’s eyes opened, hazel completely eclipsed by pupil. Dean met his gaze with his own dark green eyes, “Come.”
And Sam came harder than he’d thought possible, spurting hot thick ropes all over his and Dean’s chests. His inner muscles clenched hard, wrenching Dean’s orgasm from him and he shouted his brother’s name as his seed shot deep into Sam. Dean collapsed on Sam, both breathing raggedly.
“Fucking hell, Dean.” Sam huffed out between rapid breaths.
Dean just laughed, deep and throaty. “Can’t help what you do to me, baby boy. Never could resist a man with manners.”
Author: deansdirtybb
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1069
Warnings: Wincest, begging, oral, bareback, fingering
Summary: Dean always gives Sam want he wants...as long as Sammy asks nicely. Total PWP...absolutely no hint of story here at all.
AN #1: So, apparently my lovely muse which brought me "Worth It" has been kidnapped and replaced by a very slutty plot bunny. An insistent bunny that would not be denied until I wrote the porns. Hopefully now it's out of my system and I will get to return to that story soon. In the meantime, enjoy this dirty little fic.
AN #2: Of course I must thank my girl, the equally depraved sammichgirl. I so enjoy it when you preview my fics...especially when it leads to blushing at work. I think I owe you panties for this one, right?
Manners
Dean didn’t often get in these moods, but when he did, Sam was never disappointed.
He stroked Sam’s cock, slowly and with not nearly a tight enough grip.
“Please Dean.”
“You want it, Sammy?” Sam nodded. “Want me to make you come, baby boy?”
Sam moaned, “Yes. Yes, Dean. Please. Need it.”
“Oh, you’ll get it little brother. When I’m ready. First I’m going to have a little fun, Sammy. Gonna stroke you, just the way you like…” Dean tightened his grip and pumped Sam’s cock. Sam bucked into it and cried out. “Bring you to the edge and then-“ Dean stopped abruptly. Sam whimpered and tried to fuck into Dean’s hand, but Dean had loosened his grip and Sam could find no relief.
Dean chuckled low and dangerous. “Not yet, Sammy. Gonna take our time. Bring you closer every time but not quite give you that release. Gonna make you beg me for it. You beg so pretty for me, baby boy.”
Sam’s only response was a low whine. A slow, dirty smile curled Dean’s full lips. “You want that Sammy?”
“Yes Dean. Yes…please…anything.”
“Whose dick is this Sammy?” Dean asked stroking again, but still too lightly. Sam whimpered and Dean squeezed a little. “Well?”
“Yours Dean. It’s yours!” Dean resumed stroking Sam’s cock, applying just a bit more pressure, occasionally running his thumb over the tip through the leaking slit. Dean leaned in until his lips brushed against Sam’s mouth as he spoke, “and whose pretty mouth is this?”
“Yours Dean,” Sam whispered breathlessly. Dean covered Sam’s mouth, his plush lips pressing into Sam’s, working his brother’s mouth open. His tongue pressed in and he fucked Sam’s mouth until Sam was moaning and fisting his hands in the sheets. Dean’s hand slid from Sam’s cock, past his balls and he brushed a finger over Sam’s pucker.
“Whose pretty, pretty ass is this?” Sam sucked in a breath and tried to push into Dean’s touch but his brother just pulled his hand away.
“Uh-uh, Sammy. Not gonna get it that way. Gotta answer me, baby.”
“Yours! God, Dean…’syour ass. All yours.” Dean answered with another sultry smile and a gentle press against Sam’s hole.
“Want my finger, Sammy?” Sam nodded furiously. “Gotta ask nice, little brother.”
“Please, Dean. Please give me your finger.” Dean reached for the lube, flicked the cap open and covered his fingers. He circled a finger around Sam’s hole still just teasing. Then he bent and took Sam’s cock in his mouth as he simultaneously pushed his middle finger deep into his brother. Sam shouted and arched off the bed, reveling in the dual sensation of Dean’s finger and Dean’s mouth.
Dean swirled his tongue around the head of Sam’s dick and pushed into the slit, tasting the precum steadily leaking out. He fucked his finger in and out of Sam’s ass, hollowed his cheeks and bobbed his head a few times until his brother became a rambling, writhing mess.
He pulled off abruptly and Sam’s hips tried to follow. Dean kissed the tip of Sam’s hard leaking cock and looked up at his brother. All he had to do was raise an eyebrow and Sam said breathlessly, “Your cock, Dean. Yours.” Dean smiled and placed a kiss on Sammy’s hipbone. “Good boy. Would you like another finger Sammy?”
“Yes! Yes, please.” Dean immediately obliged pushing a second finger into Sam’s tight heat. Sam’s head thrashed side to side and his hips worked in tandem with Dean’s thrusting fingers. “God, you look so pretty like this, Sammy. Fucking yourself on my fingers, so desperate for big brother’s cock, you’ll take anything you can get, won’t you?”
“Yeah, Dean…gimme another. I’m ready, need another.” Dean took his free hand and slapped Sam’s ass. “That’s not the way to ask Sammy. Where’s your manners? Ask me nice, beg me pretty, or you’ll get nothing.”
“S-sorry, Dean. Please?”
“Gonna have to do better than that Sammy.”
“Please, Dean, sir. Please may I have another finger…you feel so good in me…please, fuck me with another one?” At that Dean growled, he bit into Sam’s shoulder and thrust 2 more fingers into Sam at once. Sam howled in pleasure and fucked himself down onto Dean’s fingers wildly.
“You ready for my cock Sammy? Hmm? Want De to fuck you with his big hard dick?”
“Y-yes…p-please…Dean, please give me your cock. I love your cock…please may I have it now?”
“Such a little cock-slut, aren’t you, baby boy? Begging big brother for his cock. You want it so bad…gonna give it to you. Gonna give you everything you need, Sammy.” Dean pulled his fingers from Sam and quickly slicked his cock. He bent Sam’s legs up and lined himself up. Dean looked into Sam’s eyes as he drove deep into his little brother in one hard thrust.
“Oh, God! Dean!” Sam shouted and writhed beneath his brother. “Oh, so good…your dick in me…mmm…”
“That’s what you wanted, huh, Sammy? Wanted me to fuck you hard and dirty?”
“Yes, Dean, please harder. Please, please…need it…please.”
Dean’s mouth spread in a predatory grin and he ground his hips just right, nailing Sam’s prostate. He was rewarded with the dirtiest intonation of his name he’d ever heard spill from Sam’s lips.
“Oh, Deeeaan! Fuuck, please, please. Just there…just please, don’t stop…please…please…please Dean…I’m all yours, just please…”
With that Dean was just about done in. Sam begging without prompt, so wanton and fucked out. He worked his hips in that rhythm he knew would bring Sam to the very edge, nailing his sweet spot on every other stroke.
“You gonna come on my cock, little brother?”
“Close, Dean…so close…please? Please can I? Please Dean!”
“Mmm…almost baby boy…” Dean looked into his little brother’s face. Sammy’s eyes were pinched shut, his face contorted with torturous pleasure. “Open your eyes, Sammy. Look at me.” Sam’s eyes opened, hazel completely eclipsed by pupil. Dean met his gaze with his own dark green eyes, “Come.”
And Sam came harder than he’d thought possible, spurting hot thick ropes all over his and Dean’s chests. His inner muscles clenched hard, wrenching Dean’s orgasm from him and he shouted his brother’s name as his seed shot deep into Sam. Dean collapsed on Sam, both breathing raggedly.
“Fucking hell, Dean.” Sam huffed out between rapid breaths.
Dean just laughed, deep and throaty. “Can’t help what you do to me, baby boy. Never could resist a man with manners.”