Neutral
Tonight the room’s a mountain, Sam fucking Dean on the ice covered rim of a precipice. Sam’s slamming into his brother so hard that if he loosens his grip, Dean will slide over the edge and be demolished by the rocks beneath.
The wind whips them, freezing Dean’s muscles for Sam’s vicious thrusts. The echoes are unreal- even the slap of Sam’s skin on Dean’s is thunderous.
“Had to be Switzerland, didn’t you? Couldn’t take my side once.”
Sam lets go. He jerks off to the look on Dean’s face as he falls, the sounds that rise from far below
Next: Funhouse
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The wind whips them, freezing Dean’s muscles for Sam’s vicious thrusts. The echoes are unreal- even the slap of Sam’s skin on Dean’s is thunderous.
“Had to be Switzerland, didn’t you? Couldn’t take my side once.”
Sam lets go. He jerks off to the look on Dean’s face as he falls, the sounds that rise from far below
Next: Funhouse
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