Underneath Touches of the Damned (Supernatural, Dean/Sam, NC-17) 1/1
Title: Underneath Touches of the Damned
Author: Spinny Roses
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Wingfic, incest (Dean/Sam)
Spoilers: Takes place after Beyond the Sight of Angels
Notes: Part of Angels Without Wings series
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: His eyes are only open a crack, only open enough to see the blurred figure of a muscular god with beautiful white wings riding his pathetic mortal body.
Underneath Touches of the Damned
By Spinny Roses
The rustle of wings echoes the gasps and groans. It doesn't quite amplify it, doesn't quite cover it up. The wings are half unfurled, twitching in attempt to balance Dean's body as he writhes over his brother's body. Sam's hands stroke Dean's back and over soft white feathers, still living after an hour and furious bathing. Dean gasps against Sam's skin as his hand drops, fingers going straight to and gripping harder and harder into his biceps.
Their copulation remains quiet, remains soft. Dean's skin is barely slick with sweat, while Sam's is soaking. The bed retains the dampness and scent of their activities, proof of the sin between them. Dean fluffs his wings, and moans as Sam traces a protection rune against his feathers. Skin almost splits under his nails, and Sam only moans harder, pulling Dean down furiously.
Sam's fingers curve around, desperately grabbing and jerking his brother's cock. His other hand falls from the wings, holding onto his hips, as he drives desperately into Dean's body. Dean leans back, hands slipping off Sam's arms as he moans. Sam's eyes are only open a crack, only open enough to see the blurred figure of a muscular god with beautiful white wings riding his pathetic mortal body.
Dean's back arches, and his wings extend as far as they can go. Desperate, he rocks his hips, gripping onto the wrist on his hips. Finally, now, he can see Dean climbing that final crest. It was too much to stay at the plateau, too much for him to simply fuck his brother forever under this dirty ceiling and ugly walls.
He falls onto his brother at orgasm, wings relaxing. Dean pulls his wings in around Sam as he relaxes against him, licking lazily at Sam's drenched neck as he whimpers, driving harder and harder into the warmth. It's more than perfect - it's enough. Sam gasps as he comes, gripping onto Dean's back.
Feathers and dead skin fall around him, barely noticed as they relax in a post-orgasmic haze. Dean grins into Sam's neck, propping himself unsteadily on one elbow. He rolls his one shoulder, readjusting to the lack of weight attached to his back.
"So there's this werewolf in Arizona," he starts, breaking off into laughter when Sam hits him.
Author: Spinny Roses
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Wingfic, incest (Dean/Sam)
Spoilers: Takes place after Beyond the Sight of Angels
Notes: Part of Angels Without Wings series
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: His eyes are only open a crack, only open enough to see the blurred figure of a muscular god with beautiful white wings riding his pathetic mortal body.
Underneath Touches of the Damned
By Spinny Roses
The rustle of wings echoes the gasps and groans. It doesn't quite amplify it, doesn't quite cover it up. The wings are half unfurled, twitching in attempt to balance Dean's body as he writhes over his brother's body. Sam's hands stroke Dean's back and over soft white feathers, still living after an hour and furious bathing. Dean gasps against Sam's skin as his hand drops, fingers going straight to and gripping harder and harder into his biceps.
Their copulation remains quiet, remains soft. Dean's skin is barely slick with sweat, while Sam's is soaking. The bed retains the dampness and scent of their activities, proof of the sin between them. Dean fluffs his wings, and moans as Sam traces a protection rune against his feathers. Skin almost splits under his nails, and Sam only moans harder, pulling Dean down furiously.
Sam's fingers curve around, desperately grabbing and jerking his brother's cock. His other hand falls from the wings, holding onto his hips, as he drives desperately into Dean's body. Dean leans back, hands slipping off Sam's arms as he moans. Sam's eyes are only open a crack, only open enough to see the blurred figure of a muscular god with beautiful white wings riding his pathetic mortal body.
Dean's back arches, and his wings extend as far as they can go. Desperate, he rocks his hips, gripping onto the wrist on his hips. Finally, now, he can see Dean climbing that final crest. It was too much to stay at the plateau, too much for him to simply fuck his brother forever under this dirty ceiling and ugly walls.
He falls onto his brother at orgasm, wings relaxing. Dean pulls his wings in around Sam as he relaxes against him, licking lazily at Sam's drenched neck as he whimpers, driving harder and harder into the warmth. It's more than perfect - it's enough. Sam gasps as he comes, gripping onto Dean's back.
Feathers and dead skin fall around him, barely noticed as they relax in a post-orgasmic haze. Dean grins into Sam's neck, propping himself unsteadily on one elbow. He rolls his one shoulder, readjusting to the lack of weight attached to his back.
"So there's this werewolf in Arizona," he starts, breaking off into laughter when Sam hits him.