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As soon as he and Sam were inside their motel room, Dean found himself slammed up against the closed and locked door, his breath catching in his throat as his brother pressed his larger and more muscular body against his. Looking into Sam’s eyes, he could see how dilated his brother’s eyes were and how turned on his lover was. If Sam’s darkened eyes hadn’t been an indication of how turned on his lover was, his brother’s hard cock pressed against his thigh definitely was. He felt Sam’s hands on him, long fingers playing with the hem of his shirt before they were running over his stomach, the skin-to-skin contact making him shudder at the featherlight touch. “Sam,” he moaned, and anything else he might have said was cut off by his lover’s lips pressed hungrily to his.
“Too many layers,” Sam hissed when their kiss ended, pulling at Dean’s shirt and then his brother’s jacket, pushing it off his lover’s shoulder and letting it fall to the floor. Placing his hands on Dean’s hips, he started working his brother’s jeans open, his fingers slipping in between the rough denim fabric and soft boxer briefs his lover was wearing to cup Dean’s cock. “Off, take everything off,” he huffed against Dean’s lips before withdrawing his hand to shed his own clothes while his lover undressed.
Once undressed, Dean felt Sam’s hands on his hips guiding him to the king bed that dominated the motel room. With the back of his legs hitting the bed, he found himself losing his balance, landing on the mattress, his legs splayed wide with Sam suddenly between them. The heat from Sam’s body felt good against his skin.
Leaning over Dean, Sam placed his hands on his brother’s shoulder, his fingers digging into his lover’s muscles. He lowered his head, nipping at Dean’s already kiss-swollen bottom lip, a feeling of satisfaction rising within him with the knowledge that his brother’s lips were like this as a result of his kisses. He kissed along Dean’s jaw, working his way over to one of his brother’s ears, biting on his lover’s earlobe, and savoring the breathy moan from Dean. Pulling back with a smile, he met Dean’s eyes and saw how blown out with lust they were, making his smile tip into a smirk.
Seeing the look on Sam’s face, Dean shuddered with anticipation, knowing that his brother had something in mind. “What?” he asked, reaching up with one hand to cup the back of Sam’s neck, the other hand behind him on the bed supporting himself. He could feel his heart racing in his chest and his blood rushing south, his hard cock twitching with need. He pulled Sam down to him, their lips touching, he murmured, “Anything you want,” his assurance to his brother that he was up for whatever it was that his lover had planned for that night.
Hearing Dean’s words, his brother’s confirmation that he had his lover’s trust, he pushed Dean down onto the bed and then climbed in between his brother’s legs, kneeling and looking up the length of his lover’s body. “Tonight is going to be an exercise in control,” he said, his baritone voice dipping lower as he spoke, watching for any sign that Dean may have changed his mind. Seeing the slight nod Dean gave him, he surged forward, bracing his arms on either side of his brother’s shoulders to kiss his lover’s lips before moving down Dean’s body. His warm breath ghosted over the leaking tip of Dean’s cock.
The feeling of Sam’s breath against his cock had Dean shivering and grabbing at the sheet underneath him. Closing his eyes, he gasped, his back arching off the bed when his erection was enveloped in the warm and wet heat of Sam’s mouth. He felt Sam’s strong hands on his hips, long fingers digging into his skin, as his brother held him down while his lover licked his cock from root to tip, Sam’s tongue running up and down the underside of his cock, teasing at his vein and sending little shocks through his body. “Sam… Oh… God… Sam… Your… Mouth,” he babbled, his chest heaving and his breaths coming in sharp gasps. Biting down on his bottom lip he tried to hold back his moans. Opening his eyes and raising his head, he watched as Sam hollowed his cheeks, his brother bobbing his head up and down on his erection. Reaching out with his right hand, he gently rested it on his lover’s head, running his fingers through Sam’s hair. As his release started to build, his balls drawing up close to his body, his head thumped against the pillow with a moan. He was so close to spilling into Sam’s warm mouth, that his body was vibrating with the need to come. “Sam… So… Close,” he moaned, heat pooling in his belly, a telltale sign he was about to orgasm.
Smiling around Dean’s cock, Sam pulled off, watching as his brother’s eyes shot open in confusion, green eyes looking wildly around the room and then settling on him. He watched as Dean’s mouth opened, a silent protest as his brother tried to make sense of what was happening. Leaning down, he blew a breath on Dean’s cock, watching his brother shiver, before he dipped his head to nip at his brother’s inner thigh, giving his lover a moment to compose himself.
“Sam…” Dean croaked out, shivering as his mind and body tried to piece together what was happening. The tension thrumming through his body left him weak and panting. He felt soft kisses on his inner thighs, and then on each of his hip bones as Sam worked his way up his body, stopping at his nipples to tease them with his tongue.
Smiling up at Dean, Sam asked, “Ready for round two?”
“Round two?” Dean repeated, gasping when he felt Sam’s hand on his semi-hard cock, his brother’s fingers wrapping around it, and fisting him until he was hard again. “Sam,” he whined.
“Exercise in control,” Sam explained, licking at a bead of pre-come. “Some people call it edging.” He took Dean’s cock into his mouth, bobbing on it before pulling off to say with a smirk, “Gonna do this all night. Get you close to the edge, only to stop, let you come down, and then do it all over again.” Licking at Dean’s cock, he heard his brother groan.
“You trying to kill me?” Dean huffed, not from irritation, but from arousal at the thought of doing this again and again, his brother’s wet and warm mouth on his cock, getting so close he’d be ready to tip over the edge only to stop and pull him back. What Sam was proposing definitely had its appeal.
“Nah, but it’s gonna be one hell of an orgasm for you when I finally let you come.” Not waiting for Dean to respond, he pulled Dean’s cock into his mouth again, ready to repeat his actions over and over again, determined to fulfill his promise to his lover.