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Dean is sitting with his back against the headboard, while Sam is leaning back against his chest, head resting on Dean’s left shoulder, arms outside of Dean’s bowlegs that bracket him loosely in this position. Around each of Sam’s wrists is a leather manacle restraint that connects to a carabiner and cable combination disappearing beneath the bed. Preventing the younger Winchester from reaching down to touch himself but isn’t restrictive to the point where he feels trapped and might panic. His long legs are laid out in front of him, soles of his feet sliding up and down indecisively on the soft bedspread with every touch from Dean.
His voice is taken by the inflatable penis gag with a two inch wide padded leather panel that wraps flush around his lips and is buckled at the back of his head. The gag not only fills his mouth and keeps his jaws parted around a silicone cock but seals his lips airtight, leaving him to breathe through his nose alone. Every sound and soft noise he makes is reduced to a muffled, incoherent “Mmh…”.
“Give me your safeword Sammy.”
The younger Winchester vehemently shakes his head side to side and goes “No, no, no, no, no.” as best he can with the obstruction in his mouth, it is blatantly obvious that this is not part of the scene. He also squeezes the tiny fluffy squeaky dog toy, a duplicate of one of Miracle’s, in his right hand that audibly alerts Dean even more if the head shaking isn’t enough.
“Good boy.”
Dean is tempted to blindfold him as well but loves the expressive hazel eyes of his lover and soulmate too much. He scrapes his fingernails up Sam’s torso, deliberately catching on one pert little bud first and then the other, squeezing and twisting before soothing it by running the calloused pad of his finger across each reddened nipple. Sam arches up into the pleasure-pain sensation of it, his head pushing back against Dean’s shoulder, eyelids fluttering closed as he gives himself over to Dean’s affections.
Dean lives for the soft urgent noses that tumble from Sam’s gagged mouth and he wraps one hand around the front of Sam’s throat, his grip firm but not restricting the air flow while he wraps his other spit-slick palm around Sam’s achingly hard cock that is jutting up and dribbling pre-come on his stomach. He has been edging Sammy for a good while and knew his baby brother was close to what he could take, a shimmer of sweat covered every magnificent inch of his tan skin as he rutted his length into Dean’s touch, his head held still by Dean’s hold.
“You’re gorgeous like this Sammy, so wound up, desperate to shoot your load aren’t you good boy.” Sam can’t hold back the whimper that pushed up his throat at that. Dean is pushing every single one of his buttons, slowly combining them into a sensual overload made up of visual, sound and touch cues that send simmering hot pleasure up and down his spine.
Sam being open, vulnerable, raw and trusting like this sends a thrill of lust through Dean’s body and he indulges it momentarily by rutting his own hard length against Sam’s sweat slick back but stops himself short because this right now is about Sam.
The lean layer of muscle that wraps around every part of Sam’s hunting-honed body is quivering in Dean’s grasp, his hips eagerly rolling into the practiced strokes of Dean’s hand, which consistently increase in speed in tune with Sam’s increased level of arousal. Then he starts whispering filthy hot nothings to him, plush lips almost touching the shell of Sam’s ears.
Sam’s breathing is ragged, his body writhing beneath Dean’s hands before his entire body goes taut, Dean tightens his hand around his throat for a few seconds cutting off all air and Sam arches up off the bed as his climax hits him like a freight train. His release is shooting out of him in long white spurts. Dean keeps stroking him through it, pulling the last dregs of cum and pleasure out of Sam until he whimpers and tries to pull his pelvis out of Dean’s reach with overstimulation.
The familiar tang of Sam’s release dances across Dean’s senses and makes his cock twitch against Sam’s back, his mouth watering with the need to taste. With how Sam is positioned and secured he cannot get his hips or softening cock out of Dean’s reach. The older Winchester does one more agonizingly slow pull from root to tip before he brings his fingers up to his own lips to lick them clean. Sam groans as he watches him do it and lets his body go lax and sinks into the post-coital bliss that rushes through him.
He feels Dean’s arm hugging across his left shoulder, palm flat against his sternum, protective and caring. His brother’s right hand however moves down to behind Sam’s back. Dean brings himself to the edge and over with a few short strokes, the rumbling groan accompanying his climax vibrates against Sam’s back and he nuzzles his still gagged face up against the side of Dean’s jaw. Sam sees Dean wipe his hand on the bed spread and whimpers. “Hold on baby boy, I got you, let’s get that gag out.” He opens the pump valve on the small tube that makes the phallus shaped rubber bladder reduce in size and unbuckles the leather strap at the back of Sam’s head before slowly pulling the spit slick toy out from between Sam’s reddened lips.
Sam looks gorgeous post orgasm, this content, serene look on his face, eyes tracking Dean’s movements languidly as he relaxes into the warmth of the bed and Dean at his back.
“Here Sammy, drink this for me.” Dean tips the sugar and electrolyte loaded sports drink towards Sam’s lips carefully and feeds him about a third of the bottle like that, knowing full well how dehydrated Sam gets after a scene like this. Sam never was a chocolate fiend, so he isn’t surprised when the younger Winchester rejects it during their cool-down, aftercare routine.
Dean wipes them both down to avoid the not so sexy sticky dried cum scenario and drops the washcloth on the bedside table.
“Hugs and cuddles?”
“Yes please.” Sam answers lips moving against Dean’s throat where he is nuzzled in close, the nook at his brother’s throat to shoulder connection is a perfect spot for him to snuggle into.
Dean does his best not to jostle Sam as he reaches out to his wrists to release the leather straps that keep him bound. As soon as both wrists are free, he finds himself wrapped in both of Sam’s arms. His little brother urges him to lie flat on the bed, rather than half sitting, so he can rest his head on Dean’s chest right above his heart and hold onto him tight, sliding one of his long legs across one of and in between Dean’s legs effectively pinning him down with a hug. Dean wouldn’t have it any other way, gifting Sam a fond smile before running his fingers gently through the unruly mop of Sam’s hair and relaxing into the tangle of limbs.