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Title: Punishing Love
Author: deviant_dev
Rating: NC-17
Fandom(s): Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and does not necessarily reflect on the true sexual orientation of the individuals featured. No harmful intent or defamation of character intended. Supernatural & its characters belong to Eric Kripke, the writers, and a bunch of other people I don't even know. I'm just borrowing them to play!
Summary: Sex has always been a punishment between them, but Sam's had enough of Dean's games.
Warnings: Brief spanking. Slight angst.
Word Count: 1,424
Written for: superpornsunday & also to celebrate my one year anniversary of officially joining the Supernatural fandom! (Feb 3!) Hard to believe that just over a year ago, I had no idea who Sam & Dean Winchester were or that young Dean Forrester had become such a sexass man. *snirk*
* Sam's hands are shaking as he opens the door. He knows his brother will be angry. He knows there will be a price to pay. He pushes the door slowly, peering in at the dimly lit bedroom, noticing that the bed they've been sharing this weekend looks empty. Where is he? He steps inside, relaxing a little. Maybe he went out. He undresses down to his boxers, pulls back the covers and slides into bed.
If he's lucky, Dean will never know how many times he has snuck out to meet a guy in a bar. Short cropped dirty blond hair, piercing eyes, slur to his words, shorter, muscled, but pretty, always pretty, and if he's really lucky, bowlegged and quick to shove him against a dirty bathroom wall. A fill-in for Dean. That's all they are. Nameless faces and bodies that he loses himself with, all because he wants to feel Dean on him, in him, punishing him for their love.
A few minutes later, the door opens and closes, and Sam hears the familiar sounds of Dean undressing. He shifts a little in the bed, pretending to be asleep, deciding now... that this time it will be different. He counts quietly in his head, timing his brother's movements perfectly. He's so predictable.
Dean pulls back the covers and slides in, right against Sam's back. His arm goes around Sam's waist and he presses his lips to his ear. "Sammy", he whispers. Now be a good boy and get on your belly. He pushes his hips at Sam's, hinting at what he wants.
Without a word, Sam rolls onto his stomach, his arms going above his head to hug his pillow, his legs spreading invitingly. He knows this position all too well. He waits anxiously for the first sting of Dean's hand on his ass, but Dean hesitates. Curious, Sam dares to turn his head and look back at his brother, only to be met with a sharp, angry look and loud crack as Dean's hand comes down on his ass. Tears spring to his eyes as he quickly turns his head back and presses his face against his pillow. He hates that Dean can't be with him without hurting him, without making it a punishment, making him feel guilty for wanting this.
Somewhere behind him, Sam feels the bed move and his boxers are sliding down his legs, being pulled off. He shivers a little, then moans into his pillow when he feels Dean's hands on his bare ass, sliding lovingly over his pale skin before coming down hard with a deafening slap.
Eliciting a soft whimper, Sam squirms, silently begging for more, and he moans into his pillow as another slap follows, then another, until he's sure his ass must be bright red and swelling. It's then that the best part comes. He grips his pillow in a death vice as he feels the soft touch of Dean's lips on his ass, soothing away the pain. This makes it all worth it.
Dean moans and moves, discarding his boxers before straddling Sam's legs again. This time he reaches up and scrapes his fingernails down Sam's back, leaving angry red welts. He smiles as Sam whimpers into the pillow. Such a good boy, Sammy. He then leans over and licks along the angriest welt, making Sam buck beneath him.
Sam can't stop his erection from forming and pressing painfully into the mattress. He wants this. He likes being submissive. It makes him feel vulnerable and needy. He likes feeling that way, likes Dean being in control like this. He moans in appreciation as Dean licks up and down his angry welt marks.
Then, suddenly Dean bites down on Sam's shoulder, and shifts his position so he's between Sam's legs, pushing his hips up until Sam's ass is in the air, begging to be defiled. Dean groans his approval, then leans over Sam, shoving two of his fingers into Sam's eager mouth. Once thoroughly coated with Sam's saliva, Dean pushes those same two fingers into Sam's ass roughly, making his brother cry out in surprise and pain. Fuck yeah.
Unable to fight the pleasure, Sam bites down on his lip until it's nearly bleeding, his hips bucking back against Dean's hand. He reaches down to grab his aching cock, only to be dealt a swift slap on his ass. He cries out a little and takes his hand away, gripping the pillow tighter. He wants to be touched so badly, wants to come, knows Dean won't let him.
Dean reaches down to stroke his own cock, moaning as he continues to finger Sam's ass as well. He gets a good bit of precome worked over the head of his cock, then he withdraws his fingers and grabs his brother's hip. With a low grunt, he thrusts into Sam's ass roughly.
Sam nearly screams into his pillow as Dean slams into him, and he shakes a little as he realizes he's about to come already. If he does, there will be more punishment to follow. Must.Not.Come.
Thrust after thrust, Dean groans and grunts, his hands tight on his brother's hips, Sam's cock painfully and deliberately neglected. He pulls out suddenly, his come warm and wet on Sam's back as he rides out his orgasm, his cock sliding against the crack of Sam's ass.
No! Sam knows what this means, and he doesn't want it to end like this. He's tired of being left unsatisfied just because he's forced to hide the sinful secrets of the real relationship that he longs for. If Dean would just let this be, Sam wouldn't have to sneak away and find satisfaction, comfort, in someone else's arms. So, he does something different this time. He lets Dean move away, but instead of curling on his side and resorting to jerking himself off to sleep like he usually does, he turns over, flinching a little from the feel of the sheets against his sore back and ass. Obviously surprised, Dean looks at him, eyebrow cocked, and he licks his lips as Sam starts to stroke himself off, breaking the routine. This seems to excite Dean, and suddenly he's bending over Sam's waist, his mouth replacing Sam's hand eagerly.
Sam gasps and thrusts his hips against Dean's face, unable to believe his luck as his brother sucks on his cock expertly, wantonly. He grips the sheets, knowing not to touch Dean, and he pants and moans, whimpers and gasps.
Dean's hand is cupping Sam's tender balls, his tongue pressing, teeth scraping in all the right places. He lifts his head just enough to look up at his brother, and when he sees Sam's face, he gasps a little, stopping to move over his brother. He kisses him deeply, taking Sam's breath away, and they stare at each other wide eyed. This is new. They've kissed before, but never like this.
Sam moans, his hands running up and down Dean's back as his legs open to let Dean press against him. He feels his brother's cock leap to life as it rests against his own. "Please, Dean," he begs, and there's so much meaning behind those two little words.
Without a word, Dean has Sam's legs pressed back and is pushing into him slowly. The entire time he watches Sam's face, and he growls angrily, slams into Sam harder and harder, reaching down to grab Sam's cock this time, yanking on it with each hard thrust, until Sam is crying out helplessly, and coming all over Dean's hand.
Sam knows he broke the rules. He knows there will be a price to pay come morning. He doesn't care right now. He watches his brother come, feels the warm come mix with his own. Fuck the routine.
"No more, Sammy," Dean says hoarsely. No more nameless men, no more punishment, no more fighting the truth of what they share.
Large hands cup each side of Dean's face. "Just you," Sam says. It's always been just you. Their lips meet in a soft, slow kiss, and their legs tangle as they roll to their sides before Dean turns, his back to Sam, and pulls Sam's arm around him. Sam presses his face against Dean's neck, letting out a sigh. Dean's fingers lace with Sam's, and his thumb lazily strokes the pad of Sam's larger hand. Sam smiles against Dean's shoulder before kissing it lightly. "No more," he tells him. No more punishment, no more guilt.
Dean squeezes Sam's hand. "Just us," he says.
Comments!?!
Title: Punishing Love
Author: deviant_dev
Rating: NC-17
Fandom(s): Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and does not necessarily reflect on the true sexual orientation of the individuals featured. No harmful intent or defamation of character intended. Supernatural & its characters belong to Eric Kripke, the writers, and a bunch of other people I don't even know. I'm just borrowing them to play!
Summary: Sex has always been a punishment between them, but Sam's had enough of Dean's games.
Warnings: Brief spanking. Slight angst.
Word Count: 1,424
Written for: superpornsunday & also to celebrate my one year anniversary of officially joining the Supernatural fandom! (Feb 3!) Hard to believe that just over a year ago, I had no idea who Sam & Dean Winchester were or that young Dean Forrester had become such a sexass man. *snirk*
* Sam's hands are shaking as he opens the door. He knows his brother will be angry. He knows there will be a price to pay. He pushes the door slowly, peering in at the dimly lit bedroom, noticing that the bed they've been sharing this weekend looks empty. Where is he? He steps inside, relaxing a little. Maybe he went out. He undresses down to his boxers, pulls back the covers and slides into bed.
If he's lucky, Dean will never know how many times he has snuck out to meet a guy in a bar. Short cropped dirty blond hair, piercing eyes, slur to his words, shorter, muscled, but pretty, always pretty, and if he's really lucky, bowlegged and quick to shove him against a dirty bathroom wall. A fill-in for Dean. That's all they are. Nameless faces and bodies that he loses himself with, all because he wants to feel Dean on him, in him, punishing him for their love.
A few minutes later, the door opens and closes, and Sam hears the familiar sounds of Dean undressing. He shifts a little in the bed, pretending to be asleep, deciding now... that this time it will be different. He counts quietly in his head, timing his brother's movements perfectly. He's so predictable.
Dean pulls back the covers and slides in, right against Sam's back. His arm goes around Sam's waist and he presses his lips to his ear. "Sammy", he whispers. Now be a good boy and get on your belly. He pushes his hips at Sam's, hinting at what he wants.
Without a word, Sam rolls onto his stomach, his arms going above his head to hug his pillow, his legs spreading invitingly. He knows this position all too well. He waits anxiously for the first sting of Dean's hand on his ass, but Dean hesitates. Curious, Sam dares to turn his head and look back at his brother, only to be met with a sharp, angry look and loud crack as Dean's hand comes down on his ass. Tears spring to his eyes as he quickly turns his head back and presses his face against his pillow. He hates that Dean can't be with him without hurting him, without making it a punishment, making him feel guilty for wanting this.
Somewhere behind him, Sam feels the bed move and his boxers are sliding down his legs, being pulled off. He shivers a little, then moans into his pillow when he feels Dean's hands on his bare ass, sliding lovingly over his pale skin before coming down hard with a deafening slap.
Eliciting a soft whimper, Sam squirms, silently begging for more, and he moans into his pillow as another slap follows, then another, until he's sure his ass must be bright red and swelling. It's then that the best part comes. He grips his pillow in a death vice as he feels the soft touch of Dean's lips on his ass, soothing away the pain. This makes it all worth it.
Dean moans and moves, discarding his boxers before straddling Sam's legs again. This time he reaches up and scrapes his fingernails down Sam's back, leaving angry red welts. He smiles as Sam whimpers into the pillow. Such a good boy, Sammy. He then leans over and licks along the angriest welt, making Sam buck beneath him.
Sam can't stop his erection from forming and pressing painfully into the mattress. He wants this. He likes being submissive. It makes him feel vulnerable and needy. He likes feeling that way, likes Dean being in control like this. He moans in appreciation as Dean licks up and down his angry welt marks.
Then, suddenly Dean bites down on Sam's shoulder, and shifts his position so he's between Sam's legs, pushing his hips up until Sam's ass is in the air, begging to be defiled. Dean groans his approval, then leans over Sam, shoving two of his fingers into Sam's eager mouth. Once thoroughly coated with Sam's saliva, Dean pushes those same two fingers into Sam's ass roughly, making his brother cry out in surprise and pain. Fuck yeah.
Unable to fight the pleasure, Sam bites down on his lip until it's nearly bleeding, his hips bucking back against Dean's hand. He reaches down to grab his aching cock, only to be dealt a swift slap on his ass. He cries out a little and takes his hand away, gripping the pillow tighter. He wants to be touched so badly, wants to come, knows Dean won't let him.
Dean reaches down to stroke his own cock, moaning as he continues to finger Sam's ass as well. He gets a good bit of precome worked over the head of his cock, then he withdraws his fingers and grabs his brother's hip. With a low grunt, he thrusts into Sam's ass roughly.
Sam nearly screams into his pillow as Dean slams into him, and he shakes a little as he realizes he's about to come already. If he does, there will be more punishment to follow. Must.Not.Come.
Thrust after thrust, Dean groans and grunts, his hands tight on his brother's hips, Sam's cock painfully and deliberately neglected. He pulls out suddenly, his come warm and wet on Sam's back as he rides out his orgasm, his cock sliding against the crack of Sam's ass.
No! Sam knows what this means, and he doesn't want it to end like this. He's tired of being left unsatisfied just because he's forced to hide the sinful secrets of the real relationship that he longs for. If Dean would just let this be, Sam wouldn't have to sneak away and find satisfaction, comfort, in someone else's arms. So, he does something different this time. He lets Dean move away, but instead of curling on his side and resorting to jerking himself off to sleep like he usually does, he turns over, flinching a little from the feel of the sheets against his sore back and ass. Obviously surprised, Dean looks at him, eyebrow cocked, and he licks his lips as Sam starts to stroke himself off, breaking the routine. This seems to excite Dean, and suddenly he's bending over Sam's waist, his mouth replacing Sam's hand eagerly.
Sam gasps and thrusts his hips against Dean's face, unable to believe his luck as his brother sucks on his cock expertly, wantonly. He grips the sheets, knowing not to touch Dean, and he pants and moans, whimpers and gasps.
Dean's hand is cupping Sam's tender balls, his tongue pressing, teeth scraping in all the right places. He lifts his head just enough to look up at his brother, and when he sees Sam's face, he gasps a little, stopping to move over his brother. He kisses him deeply, taking Sam's breath away, and they stare at each other wide eyed. This is new. They've kissed before, but never like this.
Sam moans, his hands running up and down Dean's back as his legs open to let Dean press against him. He feels his brother's cock leap to life as it rests against his own. "Please, Dean," he begs, and there's so much meaning behind those two little words.
Without a word, Dean has Sam's legs pressed back and is pushing into him slowly. The entire time he watches Sam's face, and he growls angrily, slams into Sam harder and harder, reaching down to grab Sam's cock this time, yanking on it with each hard thrust, until Sam is crying out helplessly, and coming all over Dean's hand.
Sam knows he broke the rules. He knows there will be a price to pay come morning. He doesn't care right now. He watches his brother come, feels the warm come mix with his own. Fuck the routine.
"No more, Sammy," Dean says hoarsely. No more nameless men, no more punishment, no more fighting the truth of what they share.
Large hands cup each side of Dean's face. "Just you," Sam says. It's always been just you. Their lips meet in a soft, slow kiss, and their legs tangle as they roll to their sides before Dean turns, his back to Sam, and pulls Sam's arm around him. Sam presses his face against Dean's neck, letting out a sigh. Dean's fingers lace with Sam's, and his thumb lazily strokes the pad of Sam's larger hand. Sam smiles against Dean's shoulder before kissing it lightly. "No more," he tells him. No more punishment, no more guilt.
Dean squeezes Sam's hand. "Just us," he says.
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