Captivus - Epilogue, Supernatural, Keeper!Verse, NC-17
Sam squirmed, pulled on his arms, bit his lip. Dean’s hands cupped the back of his knee, tenderly stroking the soft skin there while he kissed around and over to his thigh. He breathed hot air over the skin on the inner thigh, watching Sam’s cock ooze slowly. “Come on Sammy.”
Dean…please…
“Please?” He switched to the other leg, all the way down to the foot again. He licked the instep. “Please Sammy?”
Sam growled and shook his head. Dean’s lips closed over a tiny scar on his brother’s knee, sucking it lightly before moving to run his tongue up the inside of that thigh, then up the crease where his leg met groin.
Sam’s cock was streaming now…as Dean kissed up the hip…over his stomach, Sam’s cock butted up against his chest and chin and Dean paused to lick the tip lightly. “Dean…fuck…god…just…do it…”
“Do what?” Dean went back to kissing his way over Sam’s stomach, to his other hip. He nipped at the tender spot and Sam was falling apart. Dean’s head was filled with a steady stream of pleasenowneedpleasefuckDean…while Sam’s voice cracked in half, bleeding out a stream of incoherent sounds that were part whimper, part moan, part curse.
Dean turned his attention to Sam’s balls, and his entire lower body lifted off the bed…One long lick up the underside and Sam was shooting come into the air. It took a long time for his body to loosen and slide back to the mattress, and Dean grinned, most satisfied as he backed off and walked away, into the bathroom for a washcloth.
He ran water in the sink and stripped out of his jeans, dropping them in the hamper so Sam wouldn’t see….because Dean would never admit to Sam that he’d creamed his jeans from just the sight and sounds and the feeling of Sam coming apart like that.
Sam was looking at him with dark eyes when he came back and started wiping up the come that had splattered across his thighs and stomach. “Um…Dean?”
“Yeah, Sammy?”
“The ropes?”
Dean looked up. “What about them?”
Sam looked at him and pulled. “Funny.”
“Oh…you told me I had the whole weekend. You’re not going anywhere.”
“Dean.”
“I’m no where near done with you.”
“Dean.” Dean!
Dean crawled up onto the bed and kissed him. “Relax Sammy…you’re gonna like what I have planned next. I’ve been thinking about this for three weeks.”
Dean. Untie me.
“Get some rest Sammy. It’s gonna be a long night.”
Dean…please…
“Please?” He switched to the other leg, all the way down to the foot again. He licked the instep. “Please Sammy?”
Sam growled and shook his head. Dean’s lips closed over a tiny scar on his brother’s knee, sucking it lightly before moving to run his tongue up the inside of that thigh, then up the crease where his leg met groin.
Sam’s cock was streaming now…as Dean kissed up the hip…over his stomach, Sam’s cock butted up against his chest and chin and Dean paused to lick the tip lightly. “Dean…fuck…god…just…do it…”
“Do what?” Dean went back to kissing his way over Sam’s stomach, to his other hip. He nipped at the tender spot and Sam was falling apart. Dean’s head was filled with a steady stream of pleasenowneedpleasefuckDean…while Sam’s voice cracked in half, bleeding out a stream of incoherent sounds that were part whimper, part moan, part curse.
Dean turned his attention to Sam’s balls, and his entire lower body lifted off the bed…One long lick up the underside and Sam was shooting come into the air. It took a long time for his body to loosen and slide back to the mattress, and Dean grinned, most satisfied as he backed off and walked away, into the bathroom for a washcloth.
He ran water in the sink and stripped out of his jeans, dropping them in the hamper so Sam wouldn’t see….because Dean would never admit to Sam that he’d creamed his jeans from just the sight and sounds and the feeling of Sam coming apart like that.
Sam was looking at him with dark eyes when he came back and started wiping up the come that had splattered across his thighs and stomach. “Um…Dean?”
“Yeah, Sammy?”
“The ropes?”
Dean looked up. “What about them?”
Sam looked at him and pulled. “Funny.”
“Oh…you told me I had the whole weekend. You’re not going anywhere.”
“Dean.”
“I’m no where near done with you.”
“Dean.” Dean!
Dean crawled up onto the bed and kissed him. “Relax Sammy…you’re gonna like what I have planned next. I’ve been thinking about this for three weeks.”
Dean. Untie me.
“Get some rest Sammy. It’s gonna be a long night.”