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Dean stretched languidly on the bed, letting the tension melt away. A lot had happened lately; the hunt had him on edge, and these kinds of breaks where he and Sam just stayed in the room all day lazing around were the best thing in the world.
They slumped on the sofa while watching some stupid show; sometimes, if Sam went out to buy something for a while, Dean could take the opportunity to watch reruns of Dr. Sexy—he wasn’t ready to reveal his kinks just yet.
Although it wasn’t just about that anymore; Sam could now have Dean sitting on his cock for hours while they watched a show, stirring his insides without actually thrusting, just using the man as a sheath for his cock.
They also bent him over in almost every possible spot in the room; so he no longer had a chance to lounge around without a sasquatch chasing him with his cock. Damn Sam and his teenage libido.
Like now, when he could almost enjoy the birds chirping at the window and the sunbeam hitting his face like in a fairy tale, but Sam (who already had a faint scent of morning arousal) turned it into a perverse tale you’d find in the comics of a cheap porn magazine, something like Cinderella was actually a cock-whore or that Snow White had a dwarf fetish.
It didn’t matter; now he wanted to enjoy his morning too, he grumbled as Sam’s hands slid gently over his body until they wrapped warmly and tenderly around his waist. The man sighed—perhaps he’d just woken up too—and pulled Dean closer until his back touched his chest, planting lazy kisses on the back of the man’s neck, near the mating mark.
“Dean.”
He turned in Sam’s arms, opening his eyes. Sam still had his eyes closed but opened them when he felt Dean’s gaze. The boy gave him a smile, and Dean would be lying if he said that didn’t warm his heart—seeing Sam happy, even when he’s a jerk.
He looked down when he felt Sam’s bulge pressing against him—hard and needy, but not quite ready since he’d just woken up; he was just rubbing against Dean through his boxers.
He pulled Dean close again, just moving his hips, kissing his neck, and caressing his back. The excitement was starting to build in Dean; his omega cock was also getting hard from the contact, and his hole was getting wet.
“You look so fuckable when you wake up. I forced myself to sleep a little while ago so I wouldn’t wake you up with my fingers getting you ready Dean. I wanted to replace them with my cock the moment you opened your eyes.”
Dean let out a soft moan; he’d never get used to hearing his little brother talk to him that way and have those ideas.
Sam slid his hand between their bodies, pulling down both their boxers as best he could without having to sit up. He slid his hand back and touched Dean’s butt, squeezing the flesh for a second before sliding his hand down to the entrance.
Dean swallowed hard; he felt much more awake, and so did his cock, fully erect. He pressed his face against Sam’s chest, relaxing.
Strangely, Sam didn’t insert any fingers, as Dean had already prepared himself for; he was just running his hand over them because he had other plans; He slid his hand back between them and, using the lubrication he’d gathered from Dean’s ass, brought their two cocks together in his large hand, wrapping them to fill them out well; when he needed more coverage, he’d run his hand over Dean’s entrance again, which was getting wetter and wetter from the stimulation of his cock.
When he was satisfied with his work, he took both cocks and began to jerk them off slowly and patiently. Dean thrust a little against Sam’s hand, feeling the full hard length of Sam’s cock against his own.
“Be patient, Dean.”
And he listened. He’d long since stopped trying to fight with Sam all the time; he let the boy jerk them off calmly, running his thumb over the heads, which made Dean moan.
Sam smiled and resumed his movements, up and down, occasionally wrapping his hand around the tip, then picking up the pace; Dean was in heaven.
“Sammy, God.”
He could feel his grip tighten and stop; once Dean started talking, it was a lost cause for Sam. He knew he was about to come soon—Sam’s cock was slightly swollen.
And now it was Dean’s turn to smile.
“Please, I'm almost there, Sammy. I need to come in your hand.” And Sam got back to work, fast and without thinking too much about it. Dean moaned desperately, so close. He knew Sam was too, from the way he was breathing.
And just as he was about to touch the morning sky, Sam let go. Dean pulled his face away from Sam’s chest to look at him, and when their eyes met, Sam kissed him tenderly, licking Dean’s lips.
Dean tried to grind against him again, but hands on his hips stopped him. He frowned in frustration.
“Bastard, I was so close,” he said, pulling away from the kiss, and Sam hummed with satisfaction.
“I was just trying something new.”
Sam hugged him and kissed his shoulders, tenderly, more tenderly than usual.
“Try it another time.” Dean sounded more annoyed than he should have just because he wasn’t allowed to have an orgasm.
“I’ll only stop this time, I promise, I’m going to finish it.”
Dean sighed and accepted silently, calming down in Sam’s hugs, kisses, and pheromones. Sam’s hands moved down again; he took their cocks in his hands once more when he felt his knot go down and Dean had calmed down enough. He stroked them slowly, gradually increasing the pace.
“Thanks, Dean. You’re such a good guy for letting me try this, for accepting it—so kind.”
Dean closed his eyes in frustration, but focusing solely on Sam’s voice filling his ears, he heard a buzz of excitement; he let himself go, and his gasps turned into moans as Sam returned to his fast pace; his knot felt swollen again, and Sam was also moaning and growling wildly.
The grip on their cocks tightened, and he stroked them in a steady rhythm.
“Dean.” Sam sounded desperate, and finally, they both felt the tension in their bellies until they made a mess of the sheets when they came, filling them with cum. Sam lowered his hand without letting go of Dean’s cock, trying to squeeze his knot.
A good morning.