Moment With A Father Young!John/Sam SPN Fic
Title: Moment With A Father
Author: fallingemerald
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Young!John/Sam, and mentions of Mary and Dean
Warning(s): Slash, Dub-con, Daddy!kink, John/Sam
Spoiler(s): Season Five, Ep; The Song stays the same, though not much.
Prompt(s): My own twisted mind, sadly.
Word Count: 2,402
Beta Reader: sansdatelimite She is just awesome enough to read it and not complain even though I bugged her repetitively about it. <3
Rants: Okay, so I gotta say that I had this in a document for a while, as an idea, after I watched the back to the past episode; The song stays the same. And told Sephie about it, and I'm not sure if I was actually going to do it, but I did. I'm probably going to hell for this, but young!John is hot and I can totally believe this happening...maybe--okay so I'm de-llusional, leave me an my illusions alone!
Summary: Sam's always loved his dad, even when he's bad. So maybe he had to many beers, because Young!John looks just as hot to him as John did before he died. Young!John/Sam
Disclaimer: I do not own Spn or said characters, I do on the other hand like the fact that I wrote this. That's probably the only amount of ownership I can place on this whole thing; the writing.
Moment With A Father
His father looked handsome, it was true too, but Sam knew that after he thought that he was thoroughly drunk. It didn’t help the way Young John, as he had decided to call him in his head, kept giving him beer after beer. “Damn Dean for leaving me here.” He blinked when he realized he had said that out loud. He blushed.
“Why did he leave with Mary anyway?” John leaned forward, from his seat on the opposite couch towards Sam’s, holding a beer bottle; Sam was pretty sure it was the same one he had an hour ago.
“Family business.” Sam drawled, grinning. He sounded almost as good as Bela did when she was being her little bitch self, well, before she died. He frowned and patted John’s knee. “Dean will take care of mom, don’t worry.”
John raised both his brows, and sighed. “You’re a light weight you know that?” He shook his head. “Already spouting crap.”
“What crap?” Sam frowned, focusing his eyes on John’s and sliding a hand across his father’s cheek. “It’s true, he would protect our mother with his life, so don’t worry Dad.” He grinned brightly.
John gaped at him before shaking his head and quickly dislodging Sam’s hand. “Too many beers, here, give me that.” John reached for Sam’s beer. He felt a spin, as if the world was tilting, and when he looked up Sam was above him, shoving him into the couch.
“Not too many beers, I’m sorry Daddy.” Sam leaned into John’s space and pressed John’s hands against the armrest ignoring the beer bottles that rolled onto the floor from his leap across the table. “I know I was a bad kid, yea know?” He pressed his body against John’s and kissed his cheek. He leaned further, nestling his lips against John’s ear, “I love you, Daddy.”
“What the fuck man? Seriously, Sam, get a grip on yourself!” John hissed bucking against the younger male, but failing to move him. Instead he felt his crotch brush against Sam’s and hissed in surprise. “You’re hard.” His eyes widened and he paused from his thrashing.
“Course, Daddy, I’m going to make you happy.” Sam nipped at John’s lips. He pressed a long slow kiss against John’s lips but felt no reaction except the man tensing up. “Dad, you have to open up if you want me to make you feel good.” Sam brushed their hips together, grinding until he felt John’s length through the denim of their jeans.
John let out a moan, closing his mouth tightly afterwards, and shutting his eyes. “You’re fucked up man, just get off me and I won’t say a word.”
“But Dad, I thought you wanted my ass.” He kissed John’s jaw, his lips grazing against John’s stubble. “I always noticed the way you looked at my ass when I was eighteen.”
“What? I didn’t even know you at eighteen! I’m not your dad!” John pressed his left leg away from Sam, trying to kick out, but only managed to press their groins closer together.
Sam groaned, bucking his hips, “But you are Daddy, you used to pat me on my ass.” He leaned his forehead against John and pressed more weight onto him. “Stop moving so much, Daddy, it’s no fun when you’re rough.” He licked his lips. “You know you used to tell me the dirtiest things.” He brushed his tongue against John’s lips and glanced up to meet his eyes. “How bad of a son I was, and how hot I made you when I disobeyed.” He grinned and pressed his lips onto John’s again.
John tightened his lips, and forced his own arms fully against Sam’s, his mouth opening just for a second in a pant.
Sam moved forward, ravishing John’s mouth and biting at John’s open lips. John’s groans were music to his ears. He was rutting now, desperately against John. “Have me, please, Daddy, please.”
“I, I can’t, Mary, and I’m not your dad!” John choked out, his hips thrusting upward.
The shaggy haired twenty-five year old shook his head, pulled one hand off John’s arms, and growled when John dared move his hand up. He tried opening John’s buttoned jeans, which was harder than it looked with one hand. He finally groaned in frustration, leaning heavily against John’s legs before pulling his other hand away from John’s restrained arms. “Don’t move, Dad, I’ll make this good, I promise.” His hazel eyes, dark and narrowed, looked into John’s eyes before looking down at John’s bulge. He pressed his palm against John and caressed him, smiling at the moan that came from his father. He opened John’s jeans and raised a brow, “Commando, dad? I haven’t seen you like this in a while, and shaved too.”
The black-haired man flushed, and clenched his jaw, glaring down at Sam. John’s hands didn’t move from their raised position, but the moment Sam touched his cock, his body shuddered underneath Sam.
Sam grinned, feeling John shudder underneath him, and leaned down. “Daddy have you been lying to me about not wanting to be taken?” He awkwardly shuffled his body lower on the couch, leaning his face just above the tip of John’s cock, licking his lips and looking up towards John. “I think you have, you’re straining in my hand, you know that? You want me to take you, don’t you Daddy?” He licked John’s slit, lower, down the length, and suckled on John’s balls.
“Fuck, Sam.” John reached out for Sam’s head, but before he could even move it half way Sam’s hand was pressing it back.
“I said no moving.” Sam growled, biting against John’s thigh in warning. He pulled back and looked up at John. “Understood, Daddy?”
John gaped, jaw wide, and nodded hesitantly, his eyes squinting shut when the word “Daddy” passed Sam’s lips. “You’re not my son, dammit.”
The tall man growled again, biting against John’s thigh, again, and lapped at the bruise forming across the other man’s leg. “Don’t say that, Daddy, you know I’m your son.”
John shook his head, “I’m not your dad, dammit, Sam, stop it.” He swallowed audibly but bit back a groan at the rough jerk Sam gave his cock and another nip with sharp teeth to his thigh. “Fine, fuck, I’m your Daddy, big boy.” He breathed heavily, clenching his jaw, and looking down at his ‘son’.
Sam smirked, breathing in and pushed John’s jeans down further, leaving them entwined around his father’s ankles. “Good Daddy.” He kissed lightly at the teeth marks he’d left, and licked up to John’s cock. Rigid and hard in his hand, oozing pre-cum, he licked up, around his hand and to the tip. “You like this Daddy?”
“Fuck, yes, take it.” John, groaned, inching his hands down to Sam’s head but they were slapped away.
“Mine, all mine today Daddy.” Sam licked once more at John’s head before taking him in, slowly going lower until his nose brushed John’s pubes. He swallowed reflexively around the head and tried not to grin at the groan John let out.
“Yes, all yours just keep doing that, son.” John clenched his hands into the couch, arching his hips up closer to Sam’s face.
Sam tried not to gag at the sudden thrust from John, and clenched his hands around his father’s hips. He pulled back, licking John’s cock slow and sure, “Slow down, dad, we’ve got the whole night.” He splayed his tongue across the head and sucked right under the slit, making his father try and buck against his hold.
“Fuck, where did you learn that boy?” John undulated under Sam’s touch.
“From you, Daddy.” Sam caressed John’s sides and sucked faster on his father’s cock, bobbing his head rapidly and tasting his dad for the first time in a long time; almost bitter, but it was sweet to Sam. He groaned around John’s cock.
“Fuck, son, such a good boy.” The dark-haired man was struggling for breath, looking down at Sam.
The brunette couldn’t help but grin, moving his lips from the man’s cock, and pressing a finger against John’s hole and rubbing it against him. “Have any lube, Daddy? I’ll make it real good if you give me some.” He captured John’s cock-head again, sucking fiercely and wrenching another cry from the man.
“Yeah, god, yeah, some upstairs, in the bedroom.” The blue-eyed man bit out before he was literally dragged up the stairs, which was rather awkward with John having his jeans wrapped around his ankles and a drunken Sam having to press some of his weight on John to even stand up.
Somehow the pair climbed up the stairs and Sam was sure that John was the one who took off at least two of his shirts while he was trying to concentrate on the steps, but all the mattered was they were in the master bedroom and the lube was on the bedside table. Sam grabbed it, pushed John onto the bed, and clumsily removed his jeans. All the movement made the room spin for a second but then John tugged him onto the man, and he groaned as their erections rubbed against each other. “Perfect.” He pressed his lips against John’s, swirling his tongue in and taking command of the kiss.
John was bucking against him, rubbing their erections together over and over, and Sam was sure if he didn’t start using the lube, he’d never get to be inside his dad. He lavished John’s lips with kisses, and squeezed the lube onto his fingers. He pushed one hand down on his father’s hips slowing the man, Fuck he’s rutting like a teenager in heat.
“Fuck, Sam, Sammy, don’t stop.” John’s eyes were wide, staring at Sam and clenching the covers in two fists.
“I’m not, I’m not.” He started nipping at John’s chest, pressing a slick finger against John’s hole. He rubbed gently, ignoring the sudden tensing of his father, and probed lightly against John. He was so tight. Sam knew that John had been with a few guys after Mary’s death, and well fuck he hadn’t realized he was a virgin before that. And even though it felt so clichéd, he couldn’t help mutter; “Fuck, Daddy, you’re so tight for me, just waiting for me to take your cherry, huh?” He traced John’s nipple with his tongue and continued pressing in.
John was clenching around Sam’s finger, actually whimpering. “I-I’ve never done this. Sam.” He blushed at the hazel-eyes directed at him.
“It’s okay; I said I’d make it good.” Sam groped his father’s cock, squeezing it, and thrust two fingers in, finally hitting that one spot, and smirked at John’s growl.
“Sam, Sam, Sammy.” John was practically babbling now under his ministrations, and bearing down on Sam’s fingers. His chest heaved and pre-cum leaked from his cock, pooling on his stomach.
The brunette smirked, proud of himself for making his father a mess on his own bed, even if it was a younger version of his father. He shook his head, and lubed himself up, groaned, and tried not to cum from the sight of his father spread out before him. “I’m gonna fuck you so good.” He leaned over his father and rubbed his cock head against John’s hole. He had to remind himself that this was a virgin hole, and pressed two fingers against the base of his cock; that thought made him feel so hot. He thrust in, slow at first, kissing his father’s groans away, until he was in to the hilt. “Fuck, Daddy, see how hard you make me, can you feel me?” He whispered in John’s ear, licked and nipped at John’s neck.
“Yes, damn son, you stretch me so good.” John licked his lips before captured Sam’s lips in a kiss, surprising Sam by taking control. He wrapped his legs around Sam’s hips and forced the older man’s body closer to his. “Give it to me good, son.” He circled little kisses on Sam’s jaw, mimicking Sam’s technique.
Sam couldn’t help but thrust in harder, his dad was way too good at this. He naturally picked on all those little spots across his neck that made him gasp for air and reflexively tightened around his cock so sweetly, until; “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He muttered against the younger man’s lips, he grabbed John’s cock with a lubed hand and demanded more from the man under him. Pressed close, and his momentum picked up, his cock hitting that one spot, “Finally,” John cried, and pulled on his father’s cock. “Cum for me, John, cum for me Daddy.” Sam couldn’t hold on, his cock was straining and his balls felt so tight. He pounded faster, his hand tugging on John’s cock.
“Yes, yes, Sammy.” John came, his cum spraying the both of them and clenched rhythmically around Sam’s cock; bringing him to the edge.
“Fuck!” Sam thrust again, and stopped because damn it was too good, and it hurt to move while his cock was twitching, expelling cum and as John was milking him with just his ass.
“Fuck.” John’s legs fell to the bed and he lay his head down, and tried to catch his breath. His chest heaved against Sam’s own chest.
“Fuck.” Sam grinned at John. He leaned down to kiss the man, his lips were swollen and puffy, but it didn’t matter. He trailed his fingers up and traced a pattern in John’s cum. “You’re way too good to me Daddy.” He licked his fingers clean, and smirked at John’s wide eyes. “What?” He asked innocently, snuggling closer and slipping out of John at the same time.
“Kid we need to get cleaned, Mary and Dean.” John bit his lip and glanced down at his body; his eyes wide in slight disbelief.
“Don’t worry; we’ll clean up, just a second, need to rest.” Sam curled an arm around John, drawing him closer to his body, and snuggled his head against John’s neck.
“But, Mary, fuck, what did I do?” John tried to pull away from Sam, but the older man didn’t let go, just leaned in closer.
“Stop it, Daddy, don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t worry.” Sam started licking across John’s neck and a few minutes later the two were kissing. Sam was sure he had distracted John well enough--if the dick poking him spoke about John’s sudden attention.
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So that's it, tell me what yea think, it's probably my first time writing real SPN smut...well...yeah -disappears-
~Fallingemerald
Author: fallingemerald
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Young!John/Sam, and mentions of Mary and Dean
Warning(s): Slash, Dub-con, Daddy!kink, John/Sam
Spoiler(s): Season Five, Ep; The Song stays the same, though not much.
Prompt(s): My own twisted mind, sadly.
Word Count: 2,402
Beta Reader: sansdatelimite She is just awesome enough to read it and not complain even though I bugged her repetitively about it. <3
Rants: Okay, so I gotta say that I had this in a document for a while, as an idea, after I watched the back to the past episode; The song stays the same. And told Sephie about it, and I'm not sure if I was actually going to do it, but I did. I'm probably going to hell for this, but young!John is hot and I can totally believe this happening...maybe--okay so I'm de-llusional, leave me an my illusions alone!
Summary: Sam's always loved his dad, even when he's bad. So maybe he had to many beers, because Young!John looks just as hot to him as John did before he died. Young!John/Sam
Disclaimer: I do not own Spn or said characters, I do on the other hand like the fact that I wrote this. That's probably the only amount of ownership I can place on this whole thing; the writing.
Moment With A Father
His father looked handsome, it was true too, but Sam knew that after he thought that he was thoroughly drunk. It didn’t help the way Young John, as he had decided to call him in his head, kept giving him beer after beer. “Damn Dean for leaving me here.” He blinked when he realized he had said that out loud. He blushed.
“Why did he leave with Mary anyway?” John leaned forward, from his seat on the opposite couch towards Sam’s, holding a beer bottle; Sam was pretty sure it was the same one he had an hour ago.
“Family business.” Sam drawled, grinning. He sounded almost as good as Bela did when she was being her little bitch self, well, before she died. He frowned and patted John’s knee. “Dean will take care of mom, don’t worry.”
John raised both his brows, and sighed. “You’re a light weight you know that?” He shook his head. “Already spouting crap.”
“What crap?” Sam frowned, focusing his eyes on John’s and sliding a hand across his father’s cheek. “It’s true, he would protect our mother with his life, so don’t worry Dad.” He grinned brightly.
John gaped at him before shaking his head and quickly dislodging Sam’s hand. “Too many beers, here, give me that.” John reached for Sam’s beer. He felt a spin, as if the world was tilting, and when he looked up Sam was above him, shoving him into the couch.
“Not too many beers, I’m sorry Daddy.” Sam leaned into John’s space and pressed John’s hands against the armrest ignoring the beer bottles that rolled onto the floor from his leap across the table. “I know I was a bad kid, yea know?” He pressed his body against John’s and kissed his cheek. He leaned further, nestling his lips against John’s ear, “I love you, Daddy.”
“What the fuck man? Seriously, Sam, get a grip on yourself!” John hissed bucking against the younger male, but failing to move him. Instead he felt his crotch brush against Sam’s and hissed in surprise. “You’re hard.” His eyes widened and he paused from his thrashing.
“Course, Daddy, I’m going to make you happy.” Sam nipped at John’s lips. He pressed a long slow kiss against John’s lips but felt no reaction except the man tensing up. “Dad, you have to open up if you want me to make you feel good.” Sam brushed their hips together, grinding until he felt John’s length through the denim of their jeans.
John let out a moan, closing his mouth tightly afterwards, and shutting his eyes. “You’re fucked up man, just get off me and I won’t say a word.”
“But Dad, I thought you wanted my ass.” He kissed John’s jaw, his lips grazing against John’s stubble. “I always noticed the way you looked at my ass when I was eighteen.”
“What? I didn’t even know you at eighteen! I’m not your dad!” John pressed his left leg away from Sam, trying to kick out, but only managed to press their groins closer together.
Sam groaned, bucking his hips, “But you are Daddy, you used to pat me on my ass.” He leaned his forehead against John and pressed more weight onto him. “Stop moving so much, Daddy, it’s no fun when you’re rough.” He licked his lips. “You know you used to tell me the dirtiest things.” He brushed his tongue against John’s lips and glanced up to meet his eyes. “How bad of a son I was, and how hot I made you when I disobeyed.” He grinned and pressed his lips onto John’s again.
John tightened his lips, and forced his own arms fully against Sam’s, his mouth opening just for a second in a pant.
Sam moved forward, ravishing John’s mouth and biting at John’s open lips. John’s groans were music to his ears. He was rutting now, desperately against John. “Have me, please, Daddy, please.”
“I, I can’t, Mary, and I’m not your dad!” John choked out, his hips thrusting upward.
The shaggy haired twenty-five year old shook his head, pulled one hand off John’s arms, and growled when John dared move his hand up. He tried opening John’s buttoned jeans, which was harder than it looked with one hand. He finally groaned in frustration, leaning heavily against John’s legs before pulling his other hand away from John’s restrained arms. “Don’t move, Dad, I’ll make this good, I promise.” His hazel eyes, dark and narrowed, looked into John’s eyes before looking down at John’s bulge. He pressed his palm against John and caressed him, smiling at the moan that came from his father. He opened John’s jeans and raised a brow, “Commando, dad? I haven’t seen you like this in a while, and shaved too.”
The black-haired man flushed, and clenched his jaw, glaring down at Sam. John’s hands didn’t move from their raised position, but the moment Sam touched his cock, his body shuddered underneath Sam.
Sam grinned, feeling John shudder underneath him, and leaned down. “Daddy have you been lying to me about not wanting to be taken?” He awkwardly shuffled his body lower on the couch, leaning his face just above the tip of John’s cock, licking his lips and looking up towards John. “I think you have, you’re straining in my hand, you know that? You want me to take you, don’t you Daddy?” He licked John’s slit, lower, down the length, and suckled on John’s balls.
“Fuck, Sam.” John reached out for Sam’s head, but before he could even move it half way Sam’s hand was pressing it back.
“I said no moving.” Sam growled, biting against John’s thigh in warning. He pulled back and looked up at John. “Understood, Daddy?”
John gaped, jaw wide, and nodded hesitantly, his eyes squinting shut when the word “Daddy” passed Sam’s lips. “You’re not my son, dammit.”
The tall man growled again, biting against John’s thigh, again, and lapped at the bruise forming across the other man’s leg. “Don’t say that, Daddy, you know I’m your son.”
John shook his head, “I’m not your dad, dammit, Sam, stop it.” He swallowed audibly but bit back a groan at the rough jerk Sam gave his cock and another nip with sharp teeth to his thigh. “Fine, fuck, I’m your Daddy, big boy.” He breathed heavily, clenching his jaw, and looking down at his ‘son’.
Sam smirked, breathing in and pushed John’s jeans down further, leaving them entwined around his father’s ankles. “Good Daddy.” He kissed lightly at the teeth marks he’d left, and licked up to John’s cock. Rigid and hard in his hand, oozing pre-cum, he licked up, around his hand and to the tip. “You like this Daddy?”
“Fuck, yes, take it.” John, groaned, inching his hands down to Sam’s head but they were slapped away.
“Mine, all mine today Daddy.” Sam licked once more at John’s head before taking him in, slowly going lower until his nose brushed John’s pubes. He swallowed reflexively around the head and tried not to grin at the groan John let out.
“Yes, all yours just keep doing that, son.” John clenched his hands into the couch, arching his hips up closer to Sam’s face.
Sam tried not to gag at the sudden thrust from John, and clenched his hands around his father’s hips. He pulled back, licking John’s cock slow and sure, “Slow down, dad, we’ve got the whole night.” He splayed his tongue across the head and sucked right under the slit, making his father try and buck against his hold.
“Fuck, where did you learn that boy?” John undulated under Sam’s touch.
“From you, Daddy.” Sam caressed John’s sides and sucked faster on his father’s cock, bobbing his head rapidly and tasting his dad for the first time in a long time; almost bitter, but it was sweet to Sam. He groaned around John’s cock.
“Fuck, son, such a good boy.” The dark-haired man was struggling for breath, looking down at Sam.
The brunette couldn’t help but grin, moving his lips from the man’s cock, and pressing a finger against John’s hole and rubbing it against him. “Have any lube, Daddy? I’ll make it real good if you give me some.” He captured John’s cock-head again, sucking fiercely and wrenching another cry from the man.
“Yeah, god, yeah, some upstairs, in the bedroom.” The blue-eyed man bit out before he was literally dragged up the stairs, which was rather awkward with John having his jeans wrapped around his ankles and a drunken Sam having to press some of his weight on John to even stand up.
Somehow the pair climbed up the stairs and Sam was sure that John was the one who took off at least two of his shirts while he was trying to concentrate on the steps, but all the mattered was they were in the master bedroom and the lube was on the bedside table. Sam grabbed it, pushed John onto the bed, and clumsily removed his jeans. All the movement made the room spin for a second but then John tugged him onto the man, and he groaned as their erections rubbed against each other. “Perfect.” He pressed his lips against John’s, swirling his tongue in and taking command of the kiss.
John was bucking against him, rubbing their erections together over and over, and Sam was sure if he didn’t start using the lube, he’d never get to be inside his dad. He lavished John’s lips with kisses, and squeezed the lube onto his fingers. He pushed one hand down on his father’s hips slowing the man, Fuck he’s rutting like a teenager in heat.
“Fuck, Sam, Sammy, don’t stop.” John’s eyes were wide, staring at Sam and clenching the covers in two fists.
“I’m not, I’m not.” He started nipping at John’s chest, pressing a slick finger against John’s hole. He rubbed gently, ignoring the sudden tensing of his father, and probed lightly against John. He was so tight. Sam knew that John had been with a few guys after Mary’s death, and well fuck he hadn’t realized he was a virgin before that. And even though it felt so clichéd, he couldn’t help mutter; “Fuck, Daddy, you’re so tight for me, just waiting for me to take your cherry, huh?” He traced John’s nipple with his tongue and continued pressing in.
John was clenching around Sam’s finger, actually whimpering. “I-I’ve never done this. Sam.” He blushed at the hazel-eyes directed at him.
“It’s okay; I said I’d make it good.” Sam groped his father’s cock, squeezing it, and thrust two fingers in, finally hitting that one spot, and smirked at John’s growl.
“Sam, Sam, Sammy.” John was practically babbling now under his ministrations, and bearing down on Sam’s fingers. His chest heaved and pre-cum leaked from his cock, pooling on his stomach.
The brunette smirked, proud of himself for making his father a mess on his own bed, even if it was a younger version of his father. He shook his head, and lubed himself up, groaned, and tried not to cum from the sight of his father spread out before him. “I’m gonna fuck you so good.” He leaned over his father and rubbed his cock head against John’s hole. He had to remind himself that this was a virgin hole, and pressed two fingers against the base of his cock; that thought made him feel so hot. He thrust in, slow at first, kissing his father’s groans away, until he was in to the hilt. “Fuck, Daddy, see how hard you make me, can you feel me?” He whispered in John’s ear, licked and nipped at John’s neck.
“Yes, damn son, you stretch me so good.” John licked his lips before captured Sam’s lips in a kiss, surprising Sam by taking control. He wrapped his legs around Sam’s hips and forced the older man’s body closer to his. “Give it to me good, son.” He circled little kisses on Sam’s jaw, mimicking Sam’s technique.
Sam couldn’t help but thrust in harder, his dad was way too good at this. He naturally picked on all those little spots across his neck that made him gasp for air and reflexively tightened around his cock so sweetly, until; “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He muttered against the younger man’s lips, he grabbed John’s cock with a lubed hand and demanded more from the man under him. Pressed close, and his momentum picked up, his cock hitting that one spot, “Finally,” John cried, and pulled on his father’s cock. “Cum for me, John, cum for me Daddy.” Sam couldn’t hold on, his cock was straining and his balls felt so tight. He pounded faster, his hand tugging on John’s cock.
“Yes, yes, Sammy.” John came, his cum spraying the both of them and clenched rhythmically around Sam’s cock; bringing him to the edge.
“Fuck!” Sam thrust again, and stopped because damn it was too good, and it hurt to move while his cock was twitching, expelling cum and as John was milking him with just his ass.
“Fuck.” John’s legs fell to the bed and he lay his head down, and tried to catch his breath. His chest heaved against Sam’s own chest.
“Fuck.” Sam grinned at John. He leaned down to kiss the man, his lips were swollen and puffy, but it didn’t matter. He trailed his fingers up and traced a pattern in John’s cum. “You’re way too good to me Daddy.” He licked his fingers clean, and smirked at John’s wide eyes. “What?” He asked innocently, snuggling closer and slipping out of John at the same time.
“Kid we need to get cleaned, Mary and Dean.” John bit his lip and glanced down at his body; his eyes wide in slight disbelief.
“Don’t worry; we’ll clean up, just a second, need to rest.” Sam curled an arm around John, drawing him closer to his body, and snuggled his head against John’s neck.
“But, Mary, fuck, what did I do?” John tried to pull away from Sam, but the older man didn’t let go, just leaned in closer.
“Stop it, Daddy, don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t worry.” Sam started licking across John’s neck and a few minutes later the two were kissing. Sam was sure he had distracted John well enough--if the dick poking him spoke about John’s sudden attention.
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So that's it, tell me what yea think, it's probably my first time writing real SPN smut...well...yeah -disappears-
~Fallingemerald