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Entry tags:
SPN: Two's Company
Fandom: Supernatural
Main characters: Sam, Dean
Referenced characters: Castiel
Pairings: Sam/Dean, implied Sam/Dean/Castiel
Contains: Incest, sex
Rating: NC17
Summary: Sam knows what Dean wants, always.
"You want him too, don't you?" Sam says, his breath hot against Dean's neck and ear, body pressed up against his back. Dean's got to be able to feel his cock, hard, pressed against the small of his back. He's pressing back tightly enough, and Sam thinks he can feel little tremors running through Dean's body. Dean moans when Sam moves his hand lower, cups his cock, squeezing him through the denim of his jeans. Dean's belt digs into his arm, but it's worth it for the little noises that his teasing seems to jerk out of him. "You want Castiel too."
"Sam -- "
"Sshhh, he might be able to hear us." Sam lowers his voice even more, nips at Dean's earlobe. "You want him, though, don't you? Say yes, Dean. Tell me."
Dean rocks into his touch, his breath hitching. "Yes."
"Maybe I'll tell him," Sam says, hot and low, biting at Dean's neck. "Maybe I'll ask him to watch us. Maybe I'll ask him to touch you. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Me inside you," he rocks against Dean, his cock digging more firmly into his back, "and Castiel's hands on you, maybe his mouth. I'd let you put your hands in his hair, touch his face, I'd make you look down and watch him."
Dean makes another noise, half-strangled. "Sam -- "
He shushes him again, undoing Dean's pants, wrapping his hand around his cock. "You want it, don't you?"
"Yes," Dean whispers, and his eyes close as if in shame, but he moves with Sam, moves against him, panting, making those little noises, and Sam knows he's just too damn overwhelmed to keep his eyes open. He grins against Dean's neck, bites again, strokes his cock fast and feels Dean tremble against him.
"Good," he whispers back. "I'll make it happen for you, Dean. Anything you want."
"Only if you want it," Dean says, his voice soft, cracking, reaching back behind him to touch, to grip. "Anything you want, Sam."
"Oh, I want it," Sam says, grinning, stroking Dean faster. It isn't surprising that Dean's agreed, and Sam isn't surprised when Dean makes another little strangled noise and just comes, just like that; nor is it surprising that when he lifts his come-smeared fingers to Dean's mouth, Dean takes them in his mouth and cleans them off. It is fucking hot, though, and Sam can't wait to see how quickly Dean loses control when Castiel's there too.
Main characters: Sam, Dean
Referenced characters: Castiel
Pairings: Sam/Dean, implied Sam/Dean/Castiel
Contains: Incest, sex
Rating: NC17
Summary: Sam knows what Dean wants, always.
"You want him too, don't you?" Sam says, his breath hot against Dean's neck and ear, body pressed up against his back. Dean's got to be able to feel his cock, hard, pressed against the small of his back. He's pressing back tightly enough, and Sam thinks he can feel little tremors running through Dean's body. Dean moans when Sam moves his hand lower, cups his cock, squeezing him through the denim of his jeans. Dean's belt digs into his arm, but it's worth it for the little noises that his teasing seems to jerk out of him. "You want Castiel too."
"Sam -- "
"Sshhh, he might be able to hear us." Sam lowers his voice even more, nips at Dean's earlobe. "You want him, though, don't you? Say yes, Dean. Tell me."
Dean rocks into his touch, his breath hitching. "Yes."
"Maybe I'll tell him," Sam says, hot and low, biting at Dean's neck. "Maybe I'll ask him to watch us. Maybe I'll ask him to touch you. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Me inside you," he rocks against Dean, his cock digging more firmly into his back, "and Castiel's hands on you, maybe his mouth. I'd let you put your hands in his hair, touch his face, I'd make you look down and watch him."
Dean makes another noise, half-strangled. "Sam -- "
He shushes him again, undoing Dean's pants, wrapping his hand around his cock. "You want it, don't you?"
"Yes," Dean whispers, and his eyes close as if in shame, but he moves with Sam, moves against him, panting, making those little noises, and Sam knows he's just too damn overwhelmed to keep his eyes open. He grins against Dean's neck, bites again, strokes his cock fast and feels Dean tremble against him.
"Good," he whispers back. "I'll make it happen for you, Dean. Anything you want."
"Only if you want it," Dean says, his voice soft, cracking, reaching back behind him to touch, to grip. "Anything you want, Sam."
"Oh, I want it," Sam says, grinning, stroking Dean faster. It isn't surprising that Dean's agreed, and Sam isn't surprised when Dean makes another little strangled noise and just comes, just like that; nor is it surprising that when he lifts his come-smeared fingers to Dean's mouth, Dean takes them in his mouth and cleans them off. It is fucking hot, though, and Sam can't wait to see how quickly Dean loses control when Castiel's there too.