Supernatural, Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester, Sex, Prompts #8, #18.
Title: So Many Ways
Author: shanaqui/edenbound (ficjournal)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester.
Table: Sex
Prompt: #8 Tongue
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Incest, rimming
Word Count: 300
Summary: This is nothing like he imagined and it's everything he ever wanted.
Sam can hardly think. It feels so goddamned good -- Dean's hands on him, holding him down on his belly, holding him open, and Dean's tongue pushing into him so slowly, opening him up so gently. He's imagined this a thousand times, their first time, and he never imagined this. He imagined it so many ways, rough and quick, slow and achingly so, but he never thought --
"Sam," Dean says, warm breath blowing over his skin, and Sam shudders under him. "You're thinkin' too much. I don't want you thinking at all."
Sam whimpers.
Dean licks again, slowly, making Sam quiver with want. He does that again, and again, until Sam thinks he might go mad, then slowly pushes his tongue in, just the tip. Sam bites back a whine. "Dean, please, oh -- "
Dean smacks his hip lightly, pulls him up onto his knees and reaches a hand round to wrap around his cock, squeezing him. "I got you. Just let me..." He pushes his tongue in again and Sam bites his lip harder, squeezing his eyes shut, because he wants, he wants that tongue deeper, he wants Dean's fingers, his cock. "You sound so fucking good," Dean whispers, stroking slowly; Sam bucks a little, gasps, and -- this can't fucking be real, this is too good.
"Dean -- "
"It's okay," Dean says again, and then he pushes his tongue in faster, deeper. Sam is wordless now, clutching at handfuls of the covers. It's not just the feelings, either -- it's the little noises Dean makes, like he really loves doing this; it's that they're here at last, at the end of a road of denial and desire they've been walking for so fucking long Sam doesn't know when it started.
It's everything, and it's too much, and Sam never wants it to end.
Title: Used
Author: shanaqui/edenbound (ficjournal)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester.
Table: Sex
Prompt: #18 Whore
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Incest, smut
Word Count: 300
Summary: His only regret is that he didn't get to see Sam's face while he did it.
He feels used. That's the word for it and he really doesn't fucking mind. Sam's asleep now, or more or less, eyes closed and face relaxed into easier lines, boyish ones. Dean watches him, listens to the soft in and out of his breath, presses his palm against Sam's chest to feel the slow beat of his heart. He feels used, his ass sore, come drying on his skin and still slick inside him, and he really fucking loves it.
His only regret is that he didn't get to see Sam's face while he did it. He didn't have the blindfold the first time Sam fucked him, but that was when he was on his hands and knees, and he wouldn't have had the presence of mind to keep his eyes open anyway. He'd bitten his lip bloody just that first time, Sam splitting him open and getting so deep inside. And after that there'd been the blindfold, and Sam reducing him to helplessness under mouth and hands and the spell of his voice. He doesn't even know how many times Sam made him come.
He knows what Sam sounds like, though. Hell, even now, well-fucked and exhausted, aching, the memory makes his cock twitch. Sam's voice, deep and rough, sometimes barely more than a whisper, with a thread of reverence, of love, of never-let-you-go want. God. That perfect voice.
Sam moves in his sleep, arm curling around Dean, and any other time he might protest the idea of cuddling, wriggle away. Now he just curls in tight, pressing himself close to Sam's body, sharing his warmth. He feels used, yeah. Wanted, oh god yeah.
Mostly, though, maybe irrationally -- loved.
Dean closes his eyes, smiling against Sam's skin. Yeah, he likes this. He might even let Sammy do it again.
Author: shanaqui/edenbound (ficjournal)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester.
Table: Sex
Prompt: #8 Tongue
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Incest, rimming
Word Count: 300
Summary: This is nothing like he imagined and it's everything he ever wanted.
Sam can hardly think. It feels so goddamned good -- Dean's hands on him, holding him down on his belly, holding him open, and Dean's tongue pushing into him so slowly, opening him up so gently. He's imagined this a thousand times, their first time, and he never imagined this. He imagined it so many ways, rough and quick, slow and achingly so, but he never thought --
"Sam," Dean says, warm breath blowing over his skin, and Sam shudders under him. "You're thinkin' too much. I don't want you thinking at all."
Sam whimpers.
Dean licks again, slowly, making Sam quiver with want. He does that again, and again, until Sam thinks he might go mad, then slowly pushes his tongue in, just the tip. Sam bites back a whine. "Dean, please, oh -- "
Dean smacks his hip lightly, pulls him up onto his knees and reaches a hand round to wrap around his cock, squeezing him. "I got you. Just let me..." He pushes his tongue in again and Sam bites his lip harder, squeezing his eyes shut, because he wants, he wants that tongue deeper, he wants Dean's fingers, his cock. "You sound so fucking good," Dean whispers, stroking slowly; Sam bucks a little, gasps, and -- this can't fucking be real, this is too good.
"Dean -- "
"It's okay," Dean says again, and then he pushes his tongue in faster, deeper. Sam is wordless now, clutching at handfuls of the covers. It's not just the feelings, either -- it's the little noises Dean makes, like he really loves doing this; it's that they're here at last, at the end of a road of denial and desire they've been walking for so fucking long Sam doesn't know when it started.
It's everything, and it's too much, and Sam never wants it to end.
Title: Used
Author: shanaqui/edenbound (ficjournal)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester.
Table: Sex
Prompt: #18 Whore
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Incest, smut
Word Count: 300
Summary: His only regret is that he didn't get to see Sam's face while he did it.
He feels used. That's the word for it and he really doesn't fucking mind. Sam's asleep now, or more or less, eyes closed and face relaxed into easier lines, boyish ones. Dean watches him, listens to the soft in and out of his breath, presses his palm against Sam's chest to feel the slow beat of his heart. He feels used, his ass sore, come drying on his skin and still slick inside him, and he really fucking loves it.
His only regret is that he didn't get to see Sam's face while he did it. He didn't have the blindfold the first time Sam fucked him, but that was when he was on his hands and knees, and he wouldn't have had the presence of mind to keep his eyes open anyway. He'd bitten his lip bloody just that first time, Sam splitting him open and getting so deep inside. And after that there'd been the blindfold, and Sam reducing him to helplessness under mouth and hands and the spell of his voice. He doesn't even know how many times Sam made him come.
He knows what Sam sounds like, though. Hell, even now, well-fucked and exhausted, aching, the memory makes his cock twitch. Sam's voice, deep and rough, sometimes barely more than a whisper, with a thread of reverence, of love, of never-let-you-go want. God. That perfect voice.
Sam moves in his sleep, arm curling around Dean, and any other time he might protest the idea of cuddling, wriggle away. Now he just curls in tight, pressing himself close to Sam's body, sharing his warmth. He feels used, yeah. Wanted, oh god yeah.
Mostly, though, maybe irrationally -- loved.
Dean closes his eyes, smiling against Sam's skin. Yeah, he likes this. He might even let Sammy do it again.