Supernatural, Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester, Sex, Prompt #15.
Title: Not So Much To Give
Author: shanaqui/edenbound (ficjournal)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester.
Table: Sex
Prompt: #15, Want
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Fisting, incest, smut
Word Count: 300
Summary: Even Dean has needs.
"You're going to take it, Sammy," Dean whispers, right against Sam's ear, pushing a third finger into him. Sam doesn't often get fucked, actually, and this is a stretch, a burn. He hisses softly, pushing into it, accepting the feeling. Shudders at Dean's tone, thick with something he'd never admit is need. A need to see his brother like this, spread out and wanting and his. It's really not much to give, hurts a little that Dean seems satisfied with so little -- except maybe this isn't quite so little, in one way, and Sam tries not to think about how big Dean's fist will be inside him.
"Yeah," he breathes, resting his forehead on his arms, biting his lip. "C'mon, Dean, more."
"I'm not rushing it," Dean says, firmly, pressing his fingers in deeper. Pushing a fourth in. "Want to make you feel so good, Sammy."
"You will," Sam says, pushing back, his breath catching. "Want it, Dean. Want to be -- fuck -- all full up with you. Your fist."
"Fuck," Dean says, and Sam imagines his expression, the way he'll be biting his lip, intense and yet patient. Patient, because it's Sammy, and he can't ever hurt him. Sometimes, Sam wants to push him past that, make him do something more, something unrestrained. Something intense. Sam imagines it -- pain at the hands of his brother -- and he can't imagine anything more mindfuckingly good.
"Want it, Dean," he says, softly, pushing back hard against Dean's fingers. "Come on. Now. Your thumb."
Dean takes a deep breath, shuffles a little closer. "Okay. Hang on. Let me... There. Relax, Sammy. Come on."
Sam groans as Dean pushes his thumb in too, groans, clutches at the sheets. "God, Dean," he says, stretched full, too much, so good.
"You look so good," Dean whispers, half-reverent.
Author: shanaqui/edenbound (ficjournal)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester.
Table: Sex
Prompt: #15, Want
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Fisting, incest, smut
Word Count: 300
Summary: Even Dean has needs.
"You're going to take it, Sammy," Dean whispers, right against Sam's ear, pushing a third finger into him. Sam doesn't often get fucked, actually, and this is a stretch, a burn. He hisses softly, pushing into it, accepting the feeling. Shudders at Dean's tone, thick with something he'd never admit is need. A need to see his brother like this, spread out and wanting and his. It's really not much to give, hurts a little that Dean seems satisfied with so little -- except maybe this isn't quite so little, in one way, and Sam tries not to think about how big Dean's fist will be inside him.
"Yeah," he breathes, resting his forehead on his arms, biting his lip. "C'mon, Dean, more."
"I'm not rushing it," Dean says, firmly, pressing his fingers in deeper. Pushing a fourth in. "Want to make you feel so good, Sammy."
"You will," Sam says, pushing back, his breath catching. "Want it, Dean. Want to be -- fuck -- all full up with you. Your fist."
"Fuck," Dean says, and Sam imagines his expression, the way he'll be biting his lip, intense and yet patient. Patient, because it's Sammy, and he can't ever hurt him. Sometimes, Sam wants to push him past that, make him do something more, something unrestrained. Something intense. Sam imagines it -- pain at the hands of his brother -- and he can't imagine anything more mindfuckingly good.
"Want it, Dean," he says, softly, pushing back hard against Dean's fingers. "Come on. Now. Your thumb."
Dean takes a deep breath, shuffles a little closer. "Okay. Hang on. Let me... There. Relax, Sammy. Come on."
Sam groans as Dean pushes his thumb in too, groans, clutches at the sheets. "God, Dean," he says, stretched full, too much, so good.
"You look so good," Dean whispers, half-reverent.