Yay porn!
Haha so I just wrote a porn ficlet out of the blue this morning and I figured since it's the first thing I've finished in absolute MONTHS I'd post it for everyone's enjoyment. \o/
• This is pure, unabashed, filthy porn of the Sam/Dean variety
• 1600 words
• No plot
• Just wincest
• Slight incest kink
• For tequilafish7
• Enjoy!
Dean moaned loudly into Sam's mouth and nipped at his lower lip. "Come on you pussy, harder." He clawed at Sam's back, pulled him closer and closer, the desire in him bordering on insanity.
Sam complied and thrusted into him faster, the drag of his cock inside him was maddening. He was hitting his prostate at every stroke and he could see stars and stars and Sam and he was burning alive. Sam wrapped his arms under his back so he could lift him up tighter to his chest and his stomach rubbed Dean's cock, the slight precome making it slippery.
It felt so hot in the room now and blood was pumping so hard through their veins. Dean was probably babbling at this point, just letting words escape his mouth and dissipate into the air. He tried to meet Sam halfway on each one of his thrusts, push harder faster and he was so stretched and tight around Sam's cock. Hot like burning, brands pressing into every inch of his skin, fire all the way through his finger tips. Sam's washboard abs held him so tight to the mattress, his arms holding him so close. So constricted, so surrounded, Sam was everywhere in everything getting under his skin and they were so deliciously close together.
"Sammy Sammy Sammy," he said and clumsily twirled his fingers through his hair. He licked a vein in his neck, worried it between his teeth, and Sam faltered a little.
"Oh fuck, Dean," he said, and freed one of his arms from under him so he could run his big, callused hands up and down Dean's sides, over his legs and between them to rub the tightly pulled skin around his hole. "So perfect so perfect you don't even know. Dean, Dean."
Dean arched up even further. "Sam," he responded and pulled Sam's face to him so he could go back to kissing him. He panted into his mouth, their tongues sliding together so sweet. Then Sam pulled out all the way and he was so empty so empty like a deep ache. "No no no, what are you doing? Sam I'm so close what are you doing?"
Sam grinned and pressed his mouth right next to Dean's, laid an open-mouth kiss on his cheek. "Ssh, I'll get you there, just trust me," he said quietly then bit him again. He pushed two fingers into Dean and they weren't as big as his cock not nearly as big. He still felt empty and this isn't good enough, but then he bent them just so and started rubbing against his prostate, right on this side of too rough. He pressed and rubbed and pushed and Dean choked because it was way too much but he hadn't come yet; it was just rising and rising and rising.
Sam started rubbing his forehead and pushing his hair away from his face. Dean tried to pull his head away because he wasn't a child come on, but then Sam pushed his cock back in right next to the two fingers and Dean couldn't think any more.
"Oh fuck oh fuck," Dean gasped as his eyes flew wide open. So tight too tight pressure in all the right places pressure and tight and possibly a little too painful but a good kind of pain so he just moaned louder and tossed his head back to give Sam more room to bite and lick and suck marks into his skin. He wrapped his legs around the back of Sam's, hooked his heels around the soft skin behind his knees. "Closer come closer Sammy oh fuck," he said and bucked up as hard as he could. He had been riding the edge of pleasure for too long so long he couldn't even remember anything beyond Sam and sex and so unbelievably good he was nearly sobbing.
He gasped and so many noises got caught in his throat because he was too high-strung to even vocalize them properly. His little brother little brother was giving it to him so good fucking him so hard and so good at it, knew his body so perfectly and knew every single place to touch to make his eyes roll back in his head. Only he would know, only he could find all his hot spots and know exactly how to press them to keep him at this perfect edge for absolute hours.
Sam was going a little wild, was losing the control he always carried around like a badge of pride. He sunk his teeth in the meat of Dean's shoulder and his thrusts were shorter, deeper, not as steady. Dean could feel every single inch of him buried so far; he was so wide and so unbelievably hard and his ass was clinging to him, friction tugging and sliding. Sam's fingers pulled him impossibly wide at his opening and the burn was still there wasn't going away.
A couple thrusts later and Sam tightened his grip on Dean's upper arm and bit down way too hard. "Holy fuck," he growled. His cock swelled up even further and then he was coming all in Dean, fucking through the warm slick.
Each pulse of Sam's orgasm sent shocks through Dean, each pulse wrecking him even further. He rubbed his cock even harder against Sam's stomach, trying to get some sort of relief because he was still on the edge, still just going higher and crazier and Sam was pushed in and filling him so deep, his cock still jerking. Dean tightened his ass around him reflexively, tried to pull him in deeper and harder and always more more more he's always been so greedy with Sam but Sam lets him and is greedy right back so they balance each other out so perfectly he can't remember how to breathe. Sam swore and pulsed weakly one last time. He stopped to breathe against Dean's neck for a moment then leaned in to kiss him.
Dean let him kiss him for a moment then nudged him away. "Post-sex cuddling can start once both of us have come, bitch."
Sam laughed and kissed him quickly again. "Jerk." He pulled his cock out of Dean's ass, a slippery smooth slide that left Dean empty again, but kept his fingers there. Dean whined at the absence and fucked himself back on Sam's fingers to try to recreate the feeling but it wasn't the same as being stuffed so full and tight he could feel it in his teeth. Each slide was nearly frictionless because of the come in his ass, and he could only get a maddening pressure. Sam found his prostate again and rubbed circles around it, a motion that would be soothing except it doused every single nerve ending he knew in fire and too-sharp pleasure.
Sam slid down Dean's body until he was directly above his aching cock, achingly hard and full. He licked the head, just a brief, teasing lick to taste the precome dripping out. "Ohgod," Dean said and jerked his hips up. "Ohgod please please." Sam was the only one he would ever beg for and he didn't even fucking care anymore he'd give him anything he could ever fucking ask for and do it happily, and maybe Sam was the same maybe he wasn't he didn't care, just "Ohgod suck me you bitch."
He craned his head up to watch since there wasn't anything better than watching Sam's perfect, wide mouth stretched around his cock.
Sam lowered his mouth again and sucked the head of Dean's cock into that beautiful wet heat. He took him even further into his mouth and just sucked, so much tight suction and then pushed tightly onto his prostate.
All the frantic energy in Dean's body that had been whirling and burning for so so so long finally gathered and condensed. He dropped his head back onto the pillow because he couldn't hold it up any more and came so hard he couldn't think of anything but "Sam Sam Sam little brother holy fuck you're so good."
His brain pretty much exploded out of his dick and it was so perfect he couldn't even complain. Sam kept bobbing his head throughout, kept the pressure on his prostate and it was too much so much.
It felt like an eternity or only a fraction of a second and then it died down. "Holy hot damn," he said once he could talk again. Sam pulled off and grinned, then leaned over and spat the come onto the sheets. He pressed against his prostate again and Dean shuddered, one last full-body twitch of pleasure, before pulling his fingers out and wiping them next to the little puddle of come.
Dean didn't move until Sam settled down next to him again, and even then it was only to turn his head to look at him and then grin weakly. "Was it good for you too sweetheart?" he asked with a smirk. His heart was pounding out of control, couldn't calm down because Sam was right there, and Sam always drove him out of his mind even after amazing orgasms.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Jerk," he said and leaned in to kiss him.
Dean couldn't do anything but open his mouth wider and let Sam claim him. After a moment though he pushed him away. Sam made a small noise of disappointment but complied. "I'm obviously not as spry as you are, since I'm wiped. Come on, let's just sleep. We can do round two in the morning."
Sam nodded. "Okay okay." He laid down and arranged them so he was wrapped up in Dean's arms. "See you in the morning," he said.
Dean nodded and tightened his arms, and was asleep before he could think about anything.
• This is pure, unabashed, filthy porn of the Sam/Dean variety
• 1600 words
• No plot
• Just wincest
• Slight incest kink
• For tequilafish7
• Enjoy!
Dean moaned loudly into Sam's mouth and nipped at his lower lip. "Come on you pussy, harder." He clawed at Sam's back, pulled him closer and closer, the desire in him bordering on insanity.
Sam complied and thrusted into him faster, the drag of his cock inside him was maddening. He was hitting his prostate at every stroke and he could see stars and stars and Sam and he was burning alive. Sam wrapped his arms under his back so he could lift him up tighter to his chest and his stomach rubbed Dean's cock, the slight precome making it slippery.
It felt so hot in the room now and blood was pumping so hard through their veins. Dean was probably babbling at this point, just letting words escape his mouth and dissipate into the air. He tried to meet Sam halfway on each one of his thrusts, push harder faster and he was so stretched and tight around Sam's cock. Hot like burning, brands pressing into every inch of his skin, fire all the way through his finger tips. Sam's washboard abs held him so tight to the mattress, his arms holding him so close. So constricted, so surrounded, Sam was everywhere in everything getting under his skin and they were so deliciously close together.
"Sammy Sammy Sammy," he said and clumsily twirled his fingers through his hair. He licked a vein in his neck, worried it between his teeth, and Sam faltered a little.
"Oh fuck, Dean," he said, and freed one of his arms from under him so he could run his big, callused hands up and down Dean's sides, over his legs and between them to rub the tightly pulled skin around his hole. "So perfect so perfect you don't even know. Dean, Dean."
Dean arched up even further. "Sam," he responded and pulled Sam's face to him so he could go back to kissing him. He panted into his mouth, their tongues sliding together so sweet. Then Sam pulled out all the way and he was so empty so empty like a deep ache. "No no no, what are you doing? Sam I'm so close what are you doing?"
Sam grinned and pressed his mouth right next to Dean's, laid an open-mouth kiss on his cheek. "Ssh, I'll get you there, just trust me," he said quietly then bit him again. He pushed two fingers into Dean and they weren't as big as his cock not nearly as big. He still felt empty and this isn't good enough, but then he bent them just so and started rubbing against his prostate, right on this side of too rough. He pressed and rubbed and pushed and Dean choked because it was way too much but he hadn't come yet; it was just rising and rising and rising.
Sam started rubbing his forehead and pushing his hair away from his face. Dean tried to pull his head away because he wasn't a child come on, but then Sam pushed his cock back in right next to the two fingers and Dean couldn't think any more.
"Oh fuck oh fuck," Dean gasped as his eyes flew wide open. So tight too tight pressure in all the right places pressure and tight and possibly a little too painful but a good kind of pain so he just moaned louder and tossed his head back to give Sam more room to bite and lick and suck marks into his skin. He wrapped his legs around the back of Sam's, hooked his heels around the soft skin behind his knees. "Closer come closer Sammy oh fuck," he said and bucked up as hard as he could. He had been riding the edge of pleasure for too long so long he couldn't even remember anything beyond Sam and sex and so unbelievably good he was nearly sobbing.
He gasped and so many noises got caught in his throat because he was too high-strung to even vocalize them properly. His little brother little brother was giving it to him so good fucking him so hard and so good at it, knew his body so perfectly and knew every single place to touch to make his eyes roll back in his head. Only he would know, only he could find all his hot spots and know exactly how to press them to keep him at this perfect edge for absolute hours.
Sam was going a little wild, was losing the control he always carried around like a badge of pride. He sunk his teeth in the meat of Dean's shoulder and his thrusts were shorter, deeper, not as steady. Dean could feel every single inch of him buried so far; he was so wide and so unbelievably hard and his ass was clinging to him, friction tugging and sliding. Sam's fingers pulled him impossibly wide at his opening and the burn was still there wasn't going away.
A couple thrusts later and Sam tightened his grip on Dean's upper arm and bit down way too hard. "Holy fuck," he growled. His cock swelled up even further and then he was coming all in Dean, fucking through the warm slick.
Each pulse of Sam's orgasm sent shocks through Dean, each pulse wrecking him even further. He rubbed his cock even harder against Sam's stomach, trying to get some sort of relief because he was still on the edge, still just going higher and crazier and Sam was pushed in and filling him so deep, his cock still jerking. Dean tightened his ass around him reflexively, tried to pull him in deeper and harder and always more more more he's always been so greedy with Sam but Sam lets him and is greedy right back so they balance each other out so perfectly he can't remember how to breathe. Sam swore and pulsed weakly one last time. He stopped to breathe against Dean's neck for a moment then leaned in to kiss him.
Dean let him kiss him for a moment then nudged him away. "Post-sex cuddling can start once both of us have come, bitch."
Sam laughed and kissed him quickly again. "Jerk." He pulled his cock out of Dean's ass, a slippery smooth slide that left Dean empty again, but kept his fingers there. Dean whined at the absence and fucked himself back on Sam's fingers to try to recreate the feeling but it wasn't the same as being stuffed so full and tight he could feel it in his teeth. Each slide was nearly frictionless because of the come in his ass, and he could only get a maddening pressure. Sam found his prostate again and rubbed circles around it, a motion that would be soothing except it doused every single nerve ending he knew in fire and too-sharp pleasure.
Sam slid down Dean's body until he was directly above his aching cock, achingly hard and full. He licked the head, just a brief, teasing lick to taste the precome dripping out. "Ohgod," Dean said and jerked his hips up. "Ohgod please please." Sam was the only one he would ever beg for and he didn't even fucking care anymore he'd give him anything he could ever fucking ask for and do it happily, and maybe Sam was the same maybe he wasn't he didn't care, just "Ohgod suck me you bitch."
He craned his head up to watch since there wasn't anything better than watching Sam's perfect, wide mouth stretched around his cock.
Sam lowered his mouth again and sucked the head of Dean's cock into that beautiful wet heat. He took him even further into his mouth and just sucked, so much tight suction and then pushed tightly onto his prostate.
All the frantic energy in Dean's body that had been whirling and burning for so so so long finally gathered and condensed. He dropped his head back onto the pillow because he couldn't hold it up any more and came so hard he couldn't think of anything but "Sam Sam Sam little brother holy fuck you're so good."
His brain pretty much exploded out of his dick and it was so perfect he couldn't even complain. Sam kept bobbing his head throughout, kept the pressure on his prostate and it was too much so much.
It felt like an eternity or only a fraction of a second and then it died down. "Holy hot damn," he said once he could talk again. Sam pulled off and grinned, then leaned over and spat the come onto the sheets. He pressed against his prostate again and Dean shuddered, one last full-body twitch of pleasure, before pulling his fingers out and wiping them next to the little puddle of come.
Dean didn't move until Sam settled down next to him again, and even then it was only to turn his head to look at him and then grin weakly. "Was it good for you too sweetheart?" he asked with a smirk. His heart was pounding out of control, couldn't calm down because Sam was right there, and Sam always drove him out of his mind even after amazing orgasms.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Jerk," he said and leaned in to kiss him.
Dean couldn't do anything but open his mouth wider and let Sam claim him. After a moment though he pushed him away. Sam made a small noise of disappointment but complied. "I'm obviously not as spry as you are, since I'm wiped. Come on, let's just sleep. We can do round two in the morning."
Sam nodded. "Okay okay." He laid down and arranged them so he was wrapped up in Dean's arms. "See you in the morning," he said.
Dean nodded and tightened his arms, and was asleep before he could think about anything.