Come porn with me! Porn-paragraph-a-thon

[technosage]

I was talking to poisontaster while working on my yuletide fic, and we were bemoaning the lack of truly dirtybadwrong porn in our lives.

So, I have resolved (hush, I know it's not New Year's yet! *G*) to fix that. Today. Right now. All weekend. As long as you want. We'll keep this going until the post can't take any more comments. pez_gurl if you can't keep up archiving,

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[technosage]

Sam rings the base of Dean's cock with his fingers, squeezes just hard enough to draw a grunt from Dean. His fingers burrow into Sam's hair, signing get on with it, Sammy, but Qwik-E Mart rum long gone and the last of Sam's eggnog - oops - soaking just-right through Dean's boxers, he's past real protest. Well, it's not quite the last; Sam grins to Dean's thighs as the true last of his eggnog pools on Dean's sac, lolling rose and full at the edge of the couch. "Waste of alcohol," Dean growls and cuffs Sam's head. Sam's not seeing it that way, not at all, when he dips his tongue into that pale yellow puddle and Dean's breath catches when the point snags on soft, loose skin. The eggnog's for Dean, an excuse for Sam lingering, licking, sucking, making love when his dick's already hard and it's not like that with them; the roll of yielding flesh and beating pulse against the flat of his tongue are for Sam, an excuse to hide his face in his brother, best friend, rock, and feel the comforting weight of his hand in his hair, when the year's ticking by and he can't say I don't want you to go. So Sam laps and laves, sucks and swallows his I can'ts and please don'ts. Dean grunts and groans, bucks and bows his I couldn'ts and I'm sorrys. And when the thick-sweetness of eggnog is long gone, Sam's nose, lips, chin, even his eyelashes are wet-sticky with his spit and Dean's precome, their gazes meet dark with intent and soft with need over the purple-red length of Dean's shaft. Sam screws his lips down slow; Dean forces his hips still long enough to thumb Sam's cheekbone. When Dean speaks, raw and husky, it's not I won't or forever but "Good eggnog," and with Dean's pulse hot and wild on his lips and tongue, it's enough. Not the last word, but for now, it's enough.

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[merihn]

Oh, man. BOYS. That was hot, but so sad...

♥

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[technosage]

*flails* I know, right? Sad. But they're like that right now in my head. ♥

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[ruby_jelly]

Phew! How did I miss this? The image of Sam, eyelashes included, ins VERY HOT! Starting to believe in late christmas pressies, now. Thankyou

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[technosage]

Thank you very much! I'm so glad you enjoyed it. :)