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I don't know about you guys, but I cannot stop thinking about Batcave fic. Bathrobe and fancy aged liquor and possible bubble bath and stacks of books and secret doors etc!

Please prompt and write/art. I want to make more batcave stick figure art and stuff.

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[callistosh65]

In answer, Sam wrapped a hand around Dean’s cock, loving it when Dean groaned and snapped his hips even higher. Sam pushed the robe off Dean’s shoulders, desperate to see. He looked down at the fat, pink head showing through his grip and his mouth watered. He licked his lips but there was no way, not from that angle.

“Sammy, Samnmy, Sammy...” breathed Dean, levering himself awkwardly out of Sam’s lap and grip. “Nuh-uh, I got plans.”

So hard and tight in his jeans he could barely think, it took Sam a minute to realize that Dean’s plans did not include either an upstairs bed or even a downstairs sofa.

“Where...?”

“So fucking, hot. Sam.” Dean was unzipping him, pushing him around until the top of Sam’s legs hit something solid. “Wanted to suck you off on this ever since we got here.”

“Oh my god, Dean.” Sam wanted to protest, he really did. He was pretty sure an aramaic original had just hit the floor, and that some very important document about the Ark was currently stuck to his ass. But then Dean had him on his back, had his jeans all the way down and off and was clambering up there with him, biting and sucking a trail across Sam’s jaw.

“Up, Sammy. C’mon, move. We got acres of mahogany here to fuck around on.”

Sam groaned. That really shouldn’t be as hot as it was. He shimmied as best he could and put his hands to his sweater to haul it off together with his shirt, because who was he kidding this wasn’t happening?

“No,” said Dean. He shook his head, even as he twisted down to lick a stripe up Sam’s cock. “Leave it on, Sammy. Fucking love you in that thing. So fucking smart.” Dean punctuated that with another long lick, and then a good, strong suckle to the crown of Sam’s dick. Sam thunked his head back, tried not to see stars just yet, and reached for his brother. “You,” he panted, as he grabbed hold of Dean’s thigh, “have the weirdest kinks. Now let me at you.”

They had only sixty-nine’d once before - high and giggly on weed after they’d saved a grateful hippy from a poltergeist way back in their first summer back on the road together. No weed this time to make it all beautiful, so it was sloppy and a little uncoordinated - Dean’s thighs squeezed Sam’s head so fucking hard at one point-but he still couldn’t get enough of the sensations. Dean never stopped licking and sucking, even for a second...and when he started humming. Sam came so hard he did see stars, just for a second. So he stuck his finger in Dean’s ass and Dean promptly spasmed right out of Sam’s mouth and came all over everything; Sam’s chin, Sam’s chest, his sweater, the table...

The table.