Fic: SPN (Sam/Dean): Filled.
The generic title of a filled prompt on the kink meme just seemed kind of...fitting. xD I still can't quite believe I wrote this (especially not at work with my boss about fifteen feet away) but hey. I just find it hilarious that this was the prompt that set me off on my 2-day bender of a porn-a-thon.
Title: Filled
Author: dragonspell
Series: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Written for blindfold_spnPrompt: Sam/Dean. The sexpollen/curse/spell/tentacle-monster-goo/device made them do it. Toppy!Sam fucks Dean over and over on everything, against everything, and comes inside him time and time again, never taking his dick out of him, not once, and doesn't get soft. After hours, when he needs to take a leak he goes inside Dean. And both love it, making a mess of everything, so after more fucking and coming inside he does it again, and like that for hours and hours of dirty, filthy, desperate, leaking fun.
Warnings: See prompt. Watersports and comesluts among other things. If you don't like, I seriously suggest you skip.
Wordcount: 2750
Dean whimpered as he was shoved face first into the mattress, Sam’s gigantic hand firm on his back to keep him there. Sam’s other hand was curled bruisingly around Dean’s hip, fingers digging in to keep Dean still. Not that Dean had any plans on going anywhere. He bit at the sheet and growled as a particularly hard thrust sent shivers up his spine and a throb through his dick. He stretched an arm above his head, flattening his palm against the headboard and using it as leverage to shove back into Sam. “Oh, God, fuck, yeah,” he groaned. “God, Sammy…”
Sam fucked into him hard and collapses over top of Dean panting. “God, Dean, you feel so fucking good. So fucking tight around my cock…” He nipped at Dean’s earlobe and shuddered, wrapping his arms around Dean.
Sam’s monster fricking cock was as much inside Dean as Sam could manage and Dean squirmed, gasping, loving the feel of it stretching him. He arched his back, fitting his hips as close to Sam’s as possible and Sam growled. “Yeah. Fucking love it, don’t you? Such a slut for it.” Dean moaned and Sam forced himself back up, hands on Dean’s shoulders to keep him down. “Fucking gorgeous when you’re desperate, Dean.”
And maybe they should be more worried about the fact that they still have monster goo drying on them but Dean can’t bring himself to care. The evil son of bitch was dead, its rapey tentacley body burned and as soon as they’d gotten back to the hotel, Sam hadn’t even let Dean get the word “shower” out before he was shoving him against a wall and shoving a hand down his pants to fist his cock. And Dean could definitely get on board with that plan. Sammy’d gotten the worst of the splatter anyway, and if he was down with it, Dean was too. He’d jumped up to wrap his legs around Sam, Sam’s hands grabbing Dean’s ass as Sam bit at Dean’s lips. Dean’d whimpered, definitely unmanly, but it wasn’t his fault. He got all tingly when Sam was toppy. Then Sam’d thrown him on the bed, started ripping off clothes and Dean’d whined again, not able to get naked fast enough.
Sam gripped Dean’s shoulders and hauled him up against Sam’s chest, each of Sam’s thrusts slightly lifting Dean as Sam sucked at Dean’s neck. “Fuck…” Dean breathed, one hand reaching up to tangle in Sam’s hair, the other reaching down to touch his dick.
Sam slapped his hand away and fisted Dean’s cock himself. “Mine,” Sam snarled. “Don’t fucking touch.”
Dean shifted from knee to knee, liquid heat and want pooling inside him. “Sammy…” His free hand clutched Sam’s thigh and he thrust into the friction of Sam’s tight grip.
Sam licked up Dean’s jaw, flicked at his earlobe and swirled around the edge of Dean’s ear. “You ready to come, Dean? Do you want to?”
“Fuck yeah, Sammy,” Dean moaned, leaning his head back onto Sam’s shoulder. “Oh yeah, you know I do.”
Sam’s chuckle was positively evil. “How bad do you want it, Dean?”
Dean hissed and bit his lip. Oh fuck no. No, he wasn’t going to do that again. Getting fucked was one thing but that? No, Dean was not going there. He snarled and fucked himself back onto Sam’s cock, focusing on how good it felt splitting him open. Fuck Sam as his control issues. Dean didn’t need him anyway. Not when Sam’s cock was shoved so far up Dean’s ass, Dean was sure he could taste it and it was rubbing so fully against his prostate.
Dean felt his balls tighten and his breath hitched. Oh fuck yes, so damn close-Sam’s hand tightened on the base of Dean’s cock, stopping him from coming and Dean groaned. “Damn it, bitch! I need to come!”
“You think I don’t know your tells, Dean?” Sam whispered. “You think I don’t know when you’re about to come? Stop fucking around and be a good boy and ask nicely.”
“Fuck!” Dean snarled, tossing his head to the side.
Sam pumped his cock once, thumb sliding quickly over the head, smearing precome, and he slammed into Dean again. “Come on, Dean. Come on, baby. Do you want me to let you come? Ask nicely and maybe I’ll let you just because you’re so fucking pretty on my cock, your legs spread like a good little slut-”
Dean broke. “Please! Please, Sammy!”
Sam smiled at nipped at Dean’s throat and teased Dean with a light, barely there touch. “Did you want something, Dean?”
“Please let me come, Sammy!” Dean thrust desperately at Sam’s hand, sobbing when he met nothing but air. “Oh God, please, Jesus fucking Christ, please!”
“Yeah,” Sam purred and two hard strokes was all it took, stars exploding behind Dean’s closed eyes and his come coating Sam’s hand and the sheets.
Dean’s thighs trembled with the strain of holding his now boneless body up and Sam wrapped two firm arms around Dean’s chest, nuzzling under Dean’s jaw as he fucked into Dean. Dean jerked and writhed with aftershocks and the feel of Sam brushing against his prostate before he felt Sam pulse inside of him, flooding him with warmth.
Dean hummed and screwed his ass down more firmly on Sam. “Mmm, yeah, Sammy.”
Sam licked at Dean’s throat, his hands sliding down Dean’s chest, over his belly and onto Dean’s thighs, slipping between them. “Dean,” he groaned and gripped Dean’s cock.
Dean yelped and jumped as Sam’s fingers feathered over his still hard shaft. “Jesus, Sam, give a guy a breather, okay?” Dean frowned down at his cock. Why was he still hard, anyway?
“Dean, I can’t…I’m not…”
Dean turned his head, pushing his face against Sam’s hair. “You okay, Sammy?” He stroked his palm over Sam’s thigh. “Sam?”
Sam groaned and thrust his hips shallowly. He panted against Dean’s shoulder and gripped Dean’s dick more firmly, one hand sliding up to pinch at Dean’s nipple. “One more time, Dean. Let’s go again.”
Dean pulled a face. “Sam, I’m not the freaking Energizer Bunny, here.”
“You’re still hard, Dean. You want it. You’ll love it. I promise.” And with Sam pulling so insistently on his cock and Dean’s ass full, it wasn’t like Dean could say no.
Sam pushed Dean forward, Dean letting out a surprised squeak before he could stop himself and just barely catching himself in time. “Fuck, Sam!”
“That’s the general idea, baby,” Sam whispered and flipped Dean over onto his back.
Dean’s eyes widened and he clutched at the sheet as he felt Sam’s cock twist inside of him. “Jesus.” His own come was wet behind his back and Dean flushed as Sam shoved his legs wider and started a gentle rhythm. Christ, but that probably shouldn’t be as hot as Dean was finding it-knowing that Sam was fucking Dean into his own come and feeling a bit of Sam’s come drizzling out Dean’s ass with each thrust of Sam’s cock.
Dean moaned and ran his hands over Sam’s chest, loving the hard muscles under his fingertips. Dean felt precome leak onto his stomach and he stared down in disbelief.
“Told you you could,” Sam said and gripped Dean’s hips to lift him up and slam into him. Dean’s back arched, his hands reaching over his head to claw at the bed and Sam growled, one massive paw clamping onto Dean’s wrists. Dean gasped and twisted as Sam kept fucking into him. “Love fucking you like this, Dean,” Sam whispered. “Holding you down and fucking you, watching your face as I shove into you, watching you just take it.” Dean hooked his ankles behind Sam’s back, yanking his brother closer to him and down on top. “So fucking pretty, Dean. God, your mouth…”
Sam slammed into him harder, rougher and Dean opened his mouth to catch his breath, gagging when Sam jammed two fingers between his lips. Dean tasted himself and he closed his eyes and licked at the invading digits, suckling on them like he knew Sam wanted. Sam fucked them into Dean’s mouth, matching the rhythm he was setting in Dean’s ass. Dean whined and pulled against the grip Sam had on wrists, struggled against the restraint. Christ but his dick hurt. He needed…
“Do you think you could come again, Dean?” Dean shuddered and nodded. Fucking yeah, he was fucking positive of it. Either that, of he was going to die from the sheer want burning through his veins. Sam pulled his fingers out of Dean’s mouth and wrapped them, wet, around Dean’s dick, jerking him off again. Dean keened as he came again, his heels digging into Sam’s back as he arched off the bed and stripped his stomach.
His eyes unfocused, Dean panted as he came down from the high, feeling the burn of Sam’s cock still fucking into him, his legs spread wide by Sam. “Sammy,” he breathed, fingers gripping uselessly at the sheet above his head.
Sam sunk his teeth into Dean’s shoulder as he came, more warmth flowing into Dean in short, throbbing thrusts. Dean whined as Sam released his arms to grip Dean’s hips in both massive paws, slamming Dean down onto his cock on the final thrust. Mind blank and brain dribbling out his cock, Dean slumped against the bed. Fuck.
And then Sam started to move again. Dean’s eyes snapped open. “What the fuck…?” He stared between his legs at Sam still pounding away at Dean’s sore ass. Sam glanced up at Dean, heat in his eyes and Dean shivered. “Sam?”
“We’re not done, Dean. Not by a long shot.” And he hauled Dean up and onto Sam’s lap.
Dean pushed at Sam’s chest. “Hey, hey, hey!”
Sam licked at Dean’s ear and pushed his hands into Dean’s hair, angling Dean’s head to kiss him. Sam thrust his tongue into Dean’s mouth, swirling it around Dean’s own and Dean moaned, his own hands rising to grip Sam’s face. He felt himself start to harden again. “No fucking way…” he breathed, staring incredulously down in between their bodies, at his dick red and leaking against Sam’s stupidly muscled stomach. God, it was even throbbing again.
Sam smoothed his hands down Dean’s back, reaching to cup Dean’s ass and pull him more firmly onto Sam’s cock. “Gonna fuck you again, Dean…”
“Sam, your freaking spunk is leaking out of me! I think you’re done, man!” Sam moaned and captured Dean’s mouth again, his tongue fucking in as Sam thrust his hips up. Dean broke free from Sam’s demanding kiss, breathing heavy and head lolling to the side. Sam’s fingers dug into Dean’s ass as he lifted Dean up and down, fucking Dean onto his cock like Dean was a freaking blow-up doll.
Dean wasn’t turned on by that. No, not at all. His bit his lip to stop the moan and clawed at Sam’s flexing biceps.
“God, yeah, baby,” Sam crooned and mashed his mouth to Dean’s again, swapping spit and air.
Saliva dripped down Dean’s chin and sweat and come dripped over the rest of Dean’s body. He was soaked. He threw back his head, panting short moans to the ceiling. Christ but this wasn’t humanly possible! Dean was a sex GOD and all and Sammy was pretty good himself but this was just-
Comprehension with a capital C slammed into Dean and his eyes snapped open. “Sam!” he barked. Every one of the monster’s victims had been less than unwilling at the end…
Sam wrapped his arms around Dean, crushing him to his chest. “Yeah, yeah, Dean. So good, you’re so fucking tight…”
Dean’s dick throbbed and he shook his head. Focus, damn it! “No, Sam, I need you to-”
Sam fisted Dean’s cock. “Need to come again? Okay, baby, okay. I’ve got you…” and he thrust his tongue into Dean’s mouth again. Dean moaned and his hips stuttered, splattering over Sam’s chest. He pulled back and stared at Sam dazedly, his orgasm still twitching through his muscles. He really needed to come all over Sam’s face…coat it in spunk… Dean shook himself full-bodily and shoved Sam away. He needed to concentrate!
Sam leaned back onto the bed, his hands gripping Dean’s hips, still busy fucking Dean. Dean gasped and writhed with the aftershocks but he had to do this. Sam was going to fucking kill him. “Sammy, the monster guts-” He cut off with a gasp at a particularly hard thrust. “I think-!”
Dean’s world spun as Sam manhandled again, flipping Dean onto his stomach and dragging him halfway off the bed to stand against it. “It’s too late, Dean,” Sam groaned and came again. Sam collapsed on top of Dean, kissing and sucking at Dean’s shoulders. “It’s been too late and only one thing to do now…”
Dean bit the sheet on the mattress, sucking the cloth into his mouth.
“So fucking hot,” Sam panted. “So fucking pretty. You love it, don’t you? Such a cockslut, Dean. Love my cock in you. Love my come in you.” Dean moaned and shoved back against Sam. “You know what else I think you’d love?” And Dean gasped, the soaked sheet dropping from his mouth as he felt more liquid slosh into him. Much more than should have been possible. No way was that come!
Dean jerked up, twisting around to stare at Sam. “What the fuck, man? Are you-are you-pissing?!” And Dean’s cock hung hard and heavy between his legs. He groaned and fucked uselessly against the air as Sam filled him.
“I don’t want to stop, Dean,” Sam said. “You don’t mind, do you? You love being filled, don’t you Dean?” Sam was flooding him out. There was absolutely no way Dean’s ass was meant to hold that much liquid.
Dean turned his face back into the sheet. “Fuck, Sammy…” He felt so impossibly full, could feel the wetness of Sam’s piss trickle out his ass and down his thigh.
Sam finish with a little jerk and flattened Dean to the mattress again. “Yeah, you took all that like a good little slut,” he said and pulled his dick completely out.
Dean keened at the emptiness; he needed Sam’s cock back in him now. Warm liquid leaked out of him and slicked his legs even though he clenched, trying to keep it in. Sam clutched Dean’s hips again and rammed himself back in, plugging Dean back up. Dean shoved his arm underneath him, fumbling for his cock. “Kinky motherfucker,” he gasped.
Sam seized his wrist, halting its movement, grip just slightly edging into painful. “I said ‘don’t touch,’ Dean,” he hissed and Dean shivered.
“Yes, Sammy,” he whispered and fisted the sheet instead.
Sam fucked him against the bed and when Dean’s whines grew desperate again, he hauled him upright and had Dean come onto the sheets. Then he slammed Dean’s face down into the spunk covered cloth. “Lick it up,” he ordered. Dean helplessly and obediently stuck out his tongue and lapped at the mess he’d made. Sam moaned and came again.
After Sam finished pulsing into Dean’s ass, he flipped Dean again, onto his back but still half off the bed as Sam stayed hard and continued fucking him.
Dean curled in on himself. His ass had to be fucked raw by now and Sam’s come and piss was sitting heavy inside him, filling him with more than just Sam’s usual monster cock. He whined and twisted. They’d been at this for hours now and he really needed to…
“Dean,” Sam whispered and Dean turned his head, catching Sam’s mouth. “I want to see it.”
Sam swallowed Dean’s desperate, exhausted groan as he came again, a tear sliding down his cheek as the orgasm wrenched out of him. “Fuck, Sammy,” he murmured and let himself go, piss gushing onto his stomach.
“Oh fuck yeah, Dean,” Sam moaned and ran his hands through the yellow stream, smearing the liquid all over Dean and off onto the bed.
Sam rocked his hips into Dean, his cock still hard, and started up again. Dean whined and spread his legs wider. Fuck yeah. Lying in a puddle of his own piss and come, Sammy leaking out of him, Dean’d never been so turned on. He closed his eyes and let Sam fuck him into the mattress.
And when Sam’s bladder decided it was up for another go, Dean moaned and took it all, loving the sopping mess Sam made of him.
Title: Filled
Author: dragonspell
Series: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Written for blindfold_spnPrompt: Sam/Dean. The sexpollen/curse/spell/tentacle-monster-goo/device made them do it. Toppy!Sam fucks Dean over and over on everything, against everything, and comes inside him time and time again, never taking his dick out of him, not once, and doesn't get soft. After hours, when he needs to take a leak he goes inside Dean. And both love it, making a mess of everything, so after more fucking and coming inside he does it again, and like that for hours and hours of dirty, filthy, desperate, leaking fun.
Warnings: See prompt. Watersports and comesluts among other things. If you don't like, I seriously suggest you skip.
Wordcount: 2750
Dean whimpered as he was shoved face first into the mattress, Sam’s gigantic hand firm on his back to keep him there. Sam’s other hand was curled bruisingly around Dean’s hip, fingers digging in to keep Dean still. Not that Dean had any plans on going anywhere. He bit at the sheet and growled as a particularly hard thrust sent shivers up his spine and a throb through his dick. He stretched an arm above his head, flattening his palm against the headboard and using it as leverage to shove back into Sam. “Oh, God, fuck, yeah,” he groaned. “God, Sammy…”
Sam fucked into him hard and collapses over top of Dean panting. “God, Dean, you feel so fucking good. So fucking tight around my cock…” He nipped at Dean’s earlobe and shuddered, wrapping his arms around Dean.
Sam’s monster fricking cock was as much inside Dean as Sam could manage and Dean squirmed, gasping, loving the feel of it stretching him. He arched his back, fitting his hips as close to Sam’s as possible and Sam growled. “Yeah. Fucking love it, don’t you? Such a slut for it.” Dean moaned and Sam forced himself back up, hands on Dean’s shoulders to keep him down. “Fucking gorgeous when you’re desperate, Dean.”
And maybe they should be more worried about the fact that they still have monster goo drying on them but Dean can’t bring himself to care. The evil son of bitch was dead, its rapey tentacley body burned and as soon as they’d gotten back to the hotel, Sam hadn’t even let Dean get the word “shower” out before he was shoving him against a wall and shoving a hand down his pants to fist his cock. And Dean could definitely get on board with that plan. Sammy’d gotten the worst of the splatter anyway, and if he was down with it, Dean was too. He’d jumped up to wrap his legs around Sam, Sam’s hands grabbing Dean’s ass as Sam bit at Dean’s lips. Dean’d whimpered, definitely unmanly, but it wasn’t his fault. He got all tingly when Sam was toppy. Then Sam’d thrown him on the bed, started ripping off clothes and Dean’d whined again, not able to get naked fast enough.
Sam gripped Dean’s shoulders and hauled him up against Sam’s chest, each of Sam’s thrusts slightly lifting Dean as Sam sucked at Dean’s neck. “Fuck…” Dean breathed, one hand reaching up to tangle in Sam’s hair, the other reaching down to touch his dick.
Sam slapped his hand away and fisted Dean’s cock himself. “Mine,” Sam snarled. “Don’t fucking touch.”
Dean shifted from knee to knee, liquid heat and want pooling inside him. “Sammy…” His free hand clutched Sam’s thigh and he thrust into the friction of Sam’s tight grip.
Sam licked up Dean’s jaw, flicked at his earlobe and swirled around the edge of Dean’s ear. “You ready to come, Dean? Do you want to?”
“Fuck yeah, Sammy,” Dean moaned, leaning his head back onto Sam’s shoulder. “Oh yeah, you know I do.”
Sam’s chuckle was positively evil. “How bad do you want it, Dean?”
Dean hissed and bit his lip. Oh fuck no. No, he wasn’t going to do that again. Getting fucked was one thing but that? No, Dean was not going there. He snarled and fucked himself back onto Sam’s cock, focusing on how good it felt splitting him open. Fuck Sam as his control issues. Dean didn’t need him anyway. Not when Sam’s cock was shoved so far up Dean’s ass, Dean was sure he could taste it and it was rubbing so fully against his prostate.
Dean felt his balls tighten and his breath hitched. Oh fuck yes, so damn close-Sam’s hand tightened on the base of Dean’s cock, stopping him from coming and Dean groaned. “Damn it, bitch! I need to come!”
“You think I don’t know your tells, Dean?” Sam whispered. “You think I don’t know when you’re about to come? Stop fucking around and be a good boy and ask nicely.”
“Fuck!” Dean snarled, tossing his head to the side.
Sam pumped his cock once, thumb sliding quickly over the head, smearing precome, and he slammed into Dean again. “Come on, Dean. Come on, baby. Do you want me to let you come? Ask nicely and maybe I’ll let you just because you’re so fucking pretty on my cock, your legs spread like a good little slut-”
Dean broke. “Please! Please, Sammy!”
Sam smiled at nipped at Dean’s throat and teased Dean with a light, barely there touch. “Did you want something, Dean?”
“Please let me come, Sammy!” Dean thrust desperately at Sam’s hand, sobbing when he met nothing but air. “Oh God, please, Jesus fucking Christ, please!”
“Yeah,” Sam purred and two hard strokes was all it took, stars exploding behind Dean’s closed eyes and his come coating Sam’s hand and the sheets.
Dean’s thighs trembled with the strain of holding his now boneless body up and Sam wrapped two firm arms around Dean’s chest, nuzzling under Dean’s jaw as he fucked into Dean. Dean jerked and writhed with aftershocks and the feel of Sam brushing against his prostate before he felt Sam pulse inside of him, flooding him with warmth.
Dean hummed and screwed his ass down more firmly on Sam. “Mmm, yeah, Sammy.”
Sam licked at Dean’s throat, his hands sliding down Dean’s chest, over his belly and onto Dean’s thighs, slipping between them. “Dean,” he groaned and gripped Dean’s cock.
Dean yelped and jumped as Sam’s fingers feathered over his still hard shaft. “Jesus, Sam, give a guy a breather, okay?” Dean frowned down at his cock. Why was he still hard, anyway?
“Dean, I can’t…I’m not…”
Dean turned his head, pushing his face against Sam’s hair. “You okay, Sammy?” He stroked his palm over Sam’s thigh. “Sam?”
Sam groaned and thrust his hips shallowly. He panted against Dean’s shoulder and gripped Dean’s dick more firmly, one hand sliding up to pinch at Dean’s nipple. “One more time, Dean. Let’s go again.”
Dean pulled a face. “Sam, I’m not the freaking Energizer Bunny, here.”
“You’re still hard, Dean. You want it. You’ll love it. I promise.” And with Sam pulling so insistently on his cock and Dean’s ass full, it wasn’t like Dean could say no.
Sam pushed Dean forward, Dean letting out a surprised squeak before he could stop himself and just barely catching himself in time. “Fuck, Sam!”
“That’s the general idea, baby,” Sam whispered and flipped Dean over onto his back.
Dean’s eyes widened and he clutched at the sheet as he felt Sam’s cock twist inside of him. “Jesus.” His own come was wet behind his back and Dean flushed as Sam shoved his legs wider and started a gentle rhythm. Christ, but that probably shouldn’t be as hot as Dean was finding it-knowing that Sam was fucking Dean into his own come and feeling a bit of Sam’s come drizzling out Dean’s ass with each thrust of Sam’s cock.
Dean moaned and ran his hands over Sam’s chest, loving the hard muscles under his fingertips. Dean felt precome leak onto his stomach and he stared down in disbelief.
“Told you you could,” Sam said and gripped Dean’s hips to lift him up and slam into him. Dean’s back arched, his hands reaching over his head to claw at the bed and Sam growled, one massive paw clamping onto Dean’s wrists. Dean gasped and twisted as Sam kept fucking into him. “Love fucking you like this, Dean,” Sam whispered. “Holding you down and fucking you, watching your face as I shove into you, watching you just take it.” Dean hooked his ankles behind Sam’s back, yanking his brother closer to him and down on top. “So fucking pretty, Dean. God, your mouth…”
Sam slammed into him harder, rougher and Dean opened his mouth to catch his breath, gagging when Sam jammed two fingers between his lips. Dean tasted himself and he closed his eyes and licked at the invading digits, suckling on them like he knew Sam wanted. Sam fucked them into Dean’s mouth, matching the rhythm he was setting in Dean’s ass. Dean whined and pulled against the grip Sam had on wrists, struggled against the restraint. Christ but his dick hurt. He needed…
“Do you think you could come again, Dean?” Dean shuddered and nodded. Fucking yeah, he was fucking positive of it. Either that, of he was going to die from the sheer want burning through his veins. Sam pulled his fingers out of Dean’s mouth and wrapped them, wet, around Dean’s dick, jerking him off again. Dean keened as he came again, his heels digging into Sam’s back as he arched off the bed and stripped his stomach.
His eyes unfocused, Dean panted as he came down from the high, feeling the burn of Sam’s cock still fucking into him, his legs spread wide by Sam. “Sammy,” he breathed, fingers gripping uselessly at the sheet above his head.
Sam sunk his teeth into Dean’s shoulder as he came, more warmth flowing into Dean in short, throbbing thrusts. Dean whined as Sam released his arms to grip Dean’s hips in both massive paws, slamming Dean down onto his cock on the final thrust. Mind blank and brain dribbling out his cock, Dean slumped against the bed. Fuck.
And then Sam started to move again. Dean’s eyes snapped open. “What the fuck…?” He stared between his legs at Sam still pounding away at Dean’s sore ass. Sam glanced up at Dean, heat in his eyes and Dean shivered. “Sam?”
“We’re not done, Dean. Not by a long shot.” And he hauled Dean up and onto Sam’s lap.
Dean pushed at Sam’s chest. “Hey, hey, hey!”
Sam licked at Dean’s ear and pushed his hands into Dean’s hair, angling Dean’s head to kiss him. Sam thrust his tongue into Dean’s mouth, swirling it around Dean’s own and Dean moaned, his own hands rising to grip Sam’s face. He felt himself start to harden again. “No fucking way…” he breathed, staring incredulously down in between their bodies, at his dick red and leaking against Sam’s stupidly muscled stomach. God, it was even throbbing again.
Sam smoothed his hands down Dean’s back, reaching to cup Dean’s ass and pull him more firmly onto Sam’s cock. “Gonna fuck you again, Dean…”
“Sam, your freaking spunk is leaking out of me! I think you’re done, man!” Sam moaned and captured Dean’s mouth again, his tongue fucking in as Sam thrust his hips up. Dean broke free from Sam’s demanding kiss, breathing heavy and head lolling to the side. Sam’s fingers dug into Dean’s ass as he lifted Dean up and down, fucking Dean onto his cock like Dean was a freaking blow-up doll.
Dean wasn’t turned on by that. No, not at all. His bit his lip to stop the moan and clawed at Sam’s flexing biceps.
“God, yeah, baby,” Sam crooned and mashed his mouth to Dean’s again, swapping spit and air.
Saliva dripped down Dean’s chin and sweat and come dripped over the rest of Dean’s body. He was soaked. He threw back his head, panting short moans to the ceiling. Christ but this wasn’t humanly possible! Dean was a sex GOD and all and Sammy was pretty good himself but this was just-
Comprehension with a capital C slammed into Dean and his eyes snapped open. “Sam!” he barked. Every one of the monster’s victims had been less than unwilling at the end…
Sam wrapped his arms around Dean, crushing him to his chest. “Yeah, yeah, Dean. So good, you’re so fucking tight…”
Dean’s dick throbbed and he shook his head. Focus, damn it! “No, Sam, I need you to-”
Sam fisted Dean’s cock. “Need to come again? Okay, baby, okay. I’ve got you…” and he thrust his tongue into Dean’s mouth again. Dean moaned and his hips stuttered, splattering over Sam’s chest. He pulled back and stared at Sam dazedly, his orgasm still twitching through his muscles. He really needed to come all over Sam’s face…coat it in spunk… Dean shook himself full-bodily and shoved Sam away. He needed to concentrate!
Sam leaned back onto the bed, his hands gripping Dean’s hips, still busy fucking Dean. Dean gasped and writhed with the aftershocks but he had to do this. Sam was going to fucking kill him. “Sammy, the monster guts-” He cut off with a gasp at a particularly hard thrust. “I think-!”
Dean’s world spun as Sam manhandled again, flipping Dean onto his stomach and dragging him halfway off the bed to stand against it. “It’s too late, Dean,” Sam groaned and came again. Sam collapsed on top of Dean, kissing and sucking at Dean’s shoulders. “It’s been too late and only one thing to do now…”
Dean bit the sheet on the mattress, sucking the cloth into his mouth.
“So fucking hot,” Sam panted. “So fucking pretty. You love it, don’t you? Such a cockslut, Dean. Love my cock in you. Love my come in you.” Dean moaned and shoved back against Sam. “You know what else I think you’d love?” And Dean gasped, the soaked sheet dropping from his mouth as he felt more liquid slosh into him. Much more than should have been possible. No way was that come!
Dean jerked up, twisting around to stare at Sam. “What the fuck, man? Are you-are you-pissing?!” And Dean’s cock hung hard and heavy between his legs. He groaned and fucked uselessly against the air as Sam filled him.
“I don’t want to stop, Dean,” Sam said. “You don’t mind, do you? You love being filled, don’t you Dean?” Sam was flooding him out. There was absolutely no way Dean’s ass was meant to hold that much liquid.
Dean turned his face back into the sheet. “Fuck, Sammy…” He felt so impossibly full, could feel the wetness of Sam’s piss trickle out his ass and down his thigh.
Sam finish with a little jerk and flattened Dean to the mattress again. “Yeah, you took all that like a good little slut,” he said and pulled his dick completely out.
Dean keened at the emptiness; he needed Sam’s cock back in him now. Warm liquid leaked out of him and slicked his legs even though he clenched, trying to keep it in. Sam clutched Dean’s hips again and rammed himself back in, plugging Dean back up. Dean shoved his arm underneath him, fumbling for his cock. “Kinky motherfucker,” he gasped.
Sam seized his wrist, halting its movement, grip just slightly edging into painful. “I said ‘don’t touch,’ Dean,” he hissed and Dean shivered.
“Yes, Sammy,” he whispered and fisted the sheet instead.
Sam fucked him against the bed and when Dean’s whines grew desperate again, he hauled him upright and had Dean come onto the sheets. Then he slammed Dean’s face down into the spunk covered cloth. “Lick it up,” he ordered. Dean helplessly and obediently stuck out his tongue and lapped at the mess he’d made. Sam moaned and came again.
After Sam finished pulsing into Dean’s ass, he flipped Dean again, onto his back but still half off the bed as Sam stayed hard and continued fucking him.
Dean curled in on himself. His ass had to be fucked raw by now and Sam’s come and piss was sitting heavy inside him, filling him with more than just Sam’s usual monster cock. He whined and twisted. They’d been at this for hours now and he really needed to…
“Dean,” Sam whispered and Dean turned his head, catching Sam’s mouth. “I want to see it.”
Sam swallowed Dean’s desperate, exhausted groan as he came again, a tear sliding down his cheek as the orgasm wrenched out of him. “Fuck, Sammy,” he murmured and let himself go, piss gushing onto his stomach.
“Oh fuck yeah, Dean,” Sam moaned and ran his hands through the yellow stream, smearing the liquid all over Dean and off onto the bed.
Sam rocked his hips into Dean, his cock still hard, and started up again. Dean whined and spread his legs wider. Fuck yeah. Lying in a puddle of his own piss and come, Sammy leaking out of him, Dean’d never been so turned on. He closed his eyes and let Sam fuck him into the mattress.
And when Sam’s bladder decided it was up for another go, Dean moaned and took it all, loving the sopping mess Sam made of him.