Dean’s broken moan is muffled by the pillow as Sam’s cock enters him, pushing into his hole that trembles under attention it finally gets.
“Yes,” he sobs, tearing at the sheets with his fingers. “Please, Sam.”
Strong hands guide his hips higher and Dean complies. Anything for the feeling of Sam’s cock inside him, spreading his insides further than his brother’s fingers could. When Sam starts moving his hips, rocking into the channel that trembles and clenches desperately around his cock, Dean is pushed forward, jolting each time under Sam’s slow thrusts.
“Fuck it, Sammy,” Dean whines as his brother drapes himself over him. It’s amazing how Sam can cover his entire body with his own.
Right now Sammy is putting his hands over Dean’s own, keeping him from reaching for his cock that hangs hard and leaking between his thighs. As the thrust get harder, deeper and fill Dean up even more, he’s helpless in Sam’s arms. He has little room to move and no way to reach for get off alone. He can only wait for Sam to keep fucking him, to keep giving him what he wants.
When Sam comes with a groan, Dean whines and arches his back, pleasure rolling through his own body as well. But a chuckle from Sam tells him it isn’t over yet.
“No, Dean. Not you,” Sam says and wraps his hand around his brother’s cock to prevent the threatening orgasm.
“God, no. Sammy,” Dean whines and falls into the sheets as Sam pulls out. But his little brother is relentless and deaf to Dean’s pleas.
Dean turns his head as best he’s able to, throwing a pitiful look at his brother.
“Come on, Sammy. Let me come.”
Sam smirks, his hand still wrapped around Dean’s throbbing cock. “No. Not yet.”
Then he lets go and Dean bucks against empty air.