Entertain me!
I have taken a vicoden. While at work. The pain has lessened,...but...now I need someone to keep me awake! Feed me music...porn...god, yes porn...I'm in the mood for hurt/comfort porn...and maybe angry porn...So...since my friend's list is so fabulous...here's what I'm gonna do...I'm gonna start something...and you guys can write me more
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Sam was still maintaining his stoic resistance and that just wouldn't do. Dean decided to up the anti - whatever it took to shatter Sam's resolve. Ankle or no ankle, he was the big brother here, and he still called the shots, dammit.
Freeing his half-hard cock from his boxers, he started to stroke himself slowly. Watching Sam out of the corner of his eye, he launched into the filthiest narration he could for the television, vulgarity, profanity and encouragement flowing from his lips in time with the movement of his hand up and down his hardening shaft.
Sam lasted less than thirty seconds before slamming the book down on the table and crossing to rip the remote out of Dean's hand, turn off the television and throw the remote across the room. He stood next to Dean's bed, vibrating with anger, his hands balled into fists, eyes locked on Dean's. Despite himself, Dean held his breath.
"Don't push me, Dean," Sam grated out through clenched teeth. "It won't go the way you think."
The danger in the words, the menace rippling through Sam's tense frame had Dean fully erect and pulsing with lust and anger of his own. He slowly licked his lips and forced a smirk as he continued stroking himself in seeming nonchalance.
"Like you could dish out anything I couldn't take," Dean goaded.
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Anyone? More? Please?
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Can't promise it will be great, but I'll do my best!
-Samazon
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