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“C’mere,” Dean tries to pull Sasquatch across the few inches separating them. He’s just crawled into the Sam’s bed, naked, and the sheets are cold but Sam’s warm. “It’s fuckin freezing.”
“Get your feet off me!” Sam bitches, startled when Dean tries to warm them up. “Only thing warm on you’s your belly.” Sam reaches out to wrap his arms around Dean’s wide, warm girth. “Must be all the fat.”
“It’s my winter weight. Besides, my dick’s warm, Sammy. Hot, even. Here, lemme show you.”
But Sam, big moose who shouldn’t talk smack like that, nudges Dean on his side over to slide up behind him like a fucking spoon and rubs Dean’s stomach instead. It feels good. Shit, it feels fine, but Dean doesn’t want the attention. Not there, and no way does he want to talk about his extra weight, good as it feels. Sexy and turned on and as good as it feels to be all full and sated and just… good inside, with Sam rubbing his belly like that. “Cut
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“What?” Sam said, suddenly opens his eyes because sometimes Dean says things he only meant to be thinking. But Sam’s kinda into it, because he smiles a little, then messes with him, so soft Dean feels more than hears it, against his mouth. “Tell me how much you want it then, Dean.”
“Want it so bad, Sammy,” Dean whispers back between kisses - the soft, sweet kind he likes, the kind where his mouth just kind of eases against Sam’s, working his lips apart the way he’s gonna work him open and sweet for his dick. “Gonna do you so good.” He rolls toward the nightstand and opens the drawer
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“Yeah, sweetheart,” Dean says, just like he’s talking to some chick he picked up in a bar, smooth and sweet and as confident as anything. And it’s just the way Sammy likes it on these nights, even though he’d never admit. He’d never, ever admit it but he doesn’t freaking have to because Sam’s big beautiful Sasquatch-dick’s pulsing out little blurts of precome. Maybe from the kissing, maybe from the sweet talk, and that right there makes Dean so hot he leans in to test his theory, whole body against his brother. “Gonna give it to you, Sammy,” he says, mouthing along Sam’s collarbone. “Fuck you so good like you need it.” Sam doesn’t say a word, eyes screwed shut but Dean’s not an idiot and he can feel his brother’s heart race, breath catch, see the color rise on his chest. “You can’t even help it that you need it, can you Sammy?” Dean says, pushing. Then, “Tell me you want it, sweetheart,” and he pulls back, brings his hand to Sam’s face, petting his cheek. “Come on, baby boy,” he whispers. “Just one word and you can have it.” He swipes
( ... )
Sam groans again, low and sweet and yeah, Sam’s loving it, eyes rolling back, hips jerking up. He lifts his ass and seizes on his dick, just seizes up, and shit if that isn’t the hottest thing ever, Sam arching up to meet him and just pressing against him, pelvis to belly, while he’s got Dean inside him, fucked up his ass. “Yeah, baby,” Dean says, rubbing himself up and against Sam, who’s so turned on it’s just like all he can say is “yes” and “Dean” and a whole bunch of sounds that aren’t words at all and Dean’s fine with that, A-fucking-okay. He knows he can’t last, not now, and so he hauls back onto his knees, yanking Sam with him, hands tight on Sam’s ass, staying inside, and bridges Sam’s body up so he can fuck right in. His dick’s up inside his brother and his stomach is bouncing against Sam’s balls, wet with the drag of Sam’s dick and fuck he’s about to come but fuck if he’s gonna come first. He wraps his hand around Sam’s monster and it’s only a few strokes before Sam’s really making noise now, “Dean, and “God” and “Oh God,”
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Kinks: Anal, Bareback, Belly, Cuddling, Schmoop, Top!Dean, Bottom!Sam, Chubby!Dean
“C’mere,” Dean tries to pull Sasquatch across the few inches separating them. He’s just crawled into the Sam’s bed, naked, and the sheets are cold but Sam’s warm. “It’s fuckin freezing.”
“Get your feet off me!” Sam bitches, startled when Dean tries to warm them up. “Only thing warm on you’s your belly.” Sam reaches out to wrap his arms around Dean’s wide, warm girth. “Must be all the fat.”
“It’s my winter weight. Besides, my dick’s warm, Sammy. Hot, even. Here, lemme show you.”
But Sam, big moose who shouldn’t talk smack like that, nudges Dean on his side over to slide up behind him like a fucking spoon and rubs Dean’s stomach instead. It feels good. Shit, it feels fine, but Dean doesn’t want the attention. Not there, and no way does he want to talk about his extra weight, good as it feels. Sexy and turned on and as good as it feels to be all full and sated and just… good inside, with Sam rubbing his belly like that. “Cut ( ... )
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“Want it so bad, Sammy,” Dean whispers back between kisses - the soft, sweet kind he likes, the kind where his mouth just kind of eases against Sam’s, working his lips apart the way he’s gonna work him open and sweet for his dick. “Gonna do you so good.” He rolls toward the nightstand and opens the drawer ( ... )
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