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SPN: I Never Needed Anybody Like This Before
Fandom: Supernatural
Main characters: Sam, Dean
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Contains: Incest
Rating: PG
Summary: Temptation waits. For![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
drabble123.
Note: Only seen S1 at this point.
Right now, Dean kind of just really wants to lean in and bite at Sam's neck. Not just at Sam's neck, of course: at this one spot that will make him catch his breath in just this way. It's a bad idea while he's driving, of course, but Dean likes to think about it, likes to imagine Sam's reaction. The intake of breath, and then Sam's hand coming up to cup the back of his head or neck, warm and dry, sure and easy. Long fingers pushing through his hair, maybe petting it a little. Dean isn't sure Sam knows how much of a sucker he is for that kind of touch.
He could do it now. Lean in and bite, and one of Sam's hands would come up, and then they could pull over. He'd take it slow, actually -- the gentle heat of the day has seeped into him slowly, rendering him loose and pliable, like melting toffee. He'd touch Sam -- shove his hands up under that shirt and touch his skin, slide up slow to tease his nipples. Sam's ridiculously sensitive there sometimes, and maybe this'd be one of those days, making Sam moan and pant into his mouth. Then he'd slide down, kiss at Sam's stomach, bite, undo his pants. Take it slow, draw it out. He likes the taste of Sam's skin, the feel of it.
Or they could wait until the motel. He'd lean in, bite, smirk, and go on in. Sam's quick mind would do the work for him, get Sam thinking about it, and then they'd get into the motel room and Sam'd be all over him, touching, tasting.
Dean leans back in his seat, watching temptation like a shiny red apple just waiting for him to lean in and take a bite.
Main characters: Sam, Dean
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Contains: Incest
Rating: PG
Summary: Temptation waits. For
drabble123.Note: Only seen S1 at this point.
Right now, Dean kind of just really wants to lean in and bite at Sam's neck. Not just at Sam's neck, of course: at this one spot that will make him catch his breath in just this way. It's a bad idea while he's driving, of course, but Dean likes to think about it, likes to imagine Sam's reaction. The intake of breath, and then Sam's hand coming up to cup the back of his head or neck, warm and dry, sure and easy. Long fingers pushing through his hair, maybe petting it a little. Dean isn't sure Sam knows how much of a sucker he is for that kind of touch.
He could do it now. Lean in and bite, and one of Sam's hands would come up, and then they could pull over. He'd take it slow, actually -- the gentle heat of the day has seeped into him slowly, rendering him loose and pliable, like melting toffee. He'd touch Sam -- shove his hands up under that shirt and touch his skin, slide up slow to tease his nipples. Sam's ridiculously sensitive there sometimes, and maybe this'd be one of those days, making Sam moan and pant into his mouth. Then he'd slide down, kiss at Sam's stomach, bite, undo his pants. Take it slow, draw it out. He likes the taste of Sam's skin, the feel of it.
Or they could wait until the motel. He'd lean in, bite, smirk, and go on in. Sam's quick mind would do the work for him, get Sam thinking about it, and then they'd get into the motel room and Sam'd be all over him, touching, tasting.
Dean leans back in his seat, watching temptation like a shiny red apple just waiting for him to lean in and take a bite.