Early One Morning
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grianchlochTitle: Early One Morning
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/character: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1358
Warnings: PWP
Disclaimer: Sadly, they aren't mine, I'm just playing with them for a while.
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cocoajava and seleneheart
Notes: Originally written for a prompt from Round Seven of the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rounds_of_kink and posted in the Amnesty Round here. The prompter was mystik_ivanow and the prompt was: Sometimes, they have all the time in the world (Top!Dean/Bottom!Sam), Sleep and bedding themes (morning wake-up sex), slow and/or prolonged sex
Summary: Dean's in the mood to make Sammy wait for what he wants.
The night before ...
Sam's legs were hooked over Dean's shoulders and Dean pressed him back down to the bed, almost bending him double as he fucked him hard and fast. Sam gripped Dean's arms tightly, steadying himself as he was pounded into the bed, coming as Dean slammed into him, filling him ...
They lay side by side on the bed afterwards, panting and grinning at each other before crawling under the covers. Before he fell asleep, Dean decided that since they were too far away from anywhere to get anyplace fast, they could take the next day off. Sam went along with his brother's personal brand of logic, thinking that a day of doing nothing sounded like a damned good idea.
Sam woke slowly, lying on his stomach in the king sized bed which, by happy chance, had been the only bed left at the motel when they'd turned up late the night before. The air outside the nest of bedclothes quilt was cool, not the cold that air conditioning relentlessly pumped out, but the natural chill of early morning in the mountains. Sam sighed happily and melted into the mattress, aided by Dean half sprawled on top of him and still out of it, if the little snuffly snores were anything to go by.
Sam shifted slightly, half considering getting up to go to the bathroom to pee, but deciding against braving the cold in favor of staying put in the warm cocoon they'd made. Dean ran a hand down Sam's side in his sleep, petting and stroking his thigh and murmuring unintelligible words in Sam's ear which tickled and made him smile. His roaming hand moved back up to Sam's ass and Sam pushed back into the touch, images of the night before running through his head.
Sam moaned at the memory and his cock, trapped between him and the comfortable mattress, throbbed against his belly. Dean's hand strayed into the crack of his ass, touching his still tender hole and Sam let out a small, stuttering groan, beginning to wonder if Dean was as asleep as he'd thought he was. He was still slicked with a mixture of leftover lube and Dean's come and the lazy fingers that eased inside him met little resistance. They pressed and probed, stretching him, tormenting him until he shuddered.
Dean shifted against him and eased his fingers out. He twisted his hips, lined up his cock and pushed slowly into Sam. Then he stopped and murmured "Mornin'" against his brother's shoulder.
"Dean." Sam squirmed, trying to push back, but hampered by the way he was pinned to the bed.
"Lie still, Sammy, 's nice."
Nice? Well, yeah, it was that, but Dean's cock throbbed thickly inside him, pressed up against his prostate, sending little tendrils of heat spiraling along his nerve endings.
Sam whimpered and Dean reached a hand up to card through his hair, one thing that was usually guaranteed to soothe him. This time, it had the opposite effect.
"Dean!" Sam gasped.
"Hmmm?" Dean replied lazily, obviously in no hurry to give Sam what he wanted.
"You can't be sleeping." Sam stated incredulously.
"What? No, not sleeping, but we've got all day, Sammy, no hurry." He stretched a little, pushing his hips forward and settling back down across Sam with a contented sigh.
Sam moaned as Dean's cock moved inside him then stilled again. Dean reached further round his body, managing to graze a nipple on the way, and Sam knew he was being played.
"Dude, are you trying to drive me insane?"
"Something like that." Dean grinned and stretched again.
"Dean please!"
"Mmmm, begging. I like that."
"I wasn't begging!" Sam blushed and squirmed, burying his face in a pillow.
"No? Sounded like begging to me." Dean slipped his hands up Sam's arms and held his wrists in a firm grip. "Maybe if you ask nicely, you'll get what you want."
"What? No!" Sam bit down on his lip, not certain he'd be able to stop himself doing exactly that for much longer.
Dean rotated his hips again and Sam yelped.
"Jesus!!"
"Having a religious experience there, Sammy? I knew I was good but ..."
Sam glared back over his shoulder at Dean and Dean chuckled.
"Lie still. I want to see if I can get you off like this."
"Like what?"
"Without moving."
"That could be kinda hard."
"You're not wrong about it being hard." Dean twitched his cock inside Sam.
"Guhah ... doesn't that count as moving?"
"The game hadn't started." Dean stilled inside him. "Now it has."
Dean nosed through Sam's hair and whispered in his ear, dirty, filthy things that had Sam panting. "Tie you down, lick your ass til you beg me to fuck you, fuck you until you're red and sore and full of come then lick and suck it out of you."
Sam shuddered, and his muscles spasmed. He went with it and tightened around Dean, aching to get the friction he needed, some movement, anything at all at that point.
"Quit clenching. It's cheating."
Sam swore under his breath.
"It's a game, Sam, gotta stick to the rules." Dean grinned
"It's your game, not mi ....ne ..." Sam stuttered as Dean rolled his hips again. "Now who's cheating?"
"If it's my game, I can change the rules whenever I like." Dean said smugly. He tilted hips hips backwards and forwards, slowly, hardly moving inside Sam, teasing and tormenting him.
Sam's breath hitched and he swallowed, arching his neck and he struggled against the hold on his wrists. Even the smallest of movements rubbed his trapped cock against the bed, the friction so very welcome, but it wasn't enough. Desperate for more, all it took was another couple of shallow thrusts and he gave in, want and need spilling over his lips.
"Please Dean, fuck me harder. Do it, just do it, fuck ... please ..."
Dean bit down on his neck and slammed into him.
"That what you want Sammy?" He pulled almost all the way out, and thrust straight back in. Sam tensed underneath him and moaned.
"Yesss ... " Sam hissed. "Don't stop, please Dean, don't stop." Every twitch of Dean's hips took him closer to the edge, and he trembled, body taut and so ready, just needing a little more to push him over ...
Dean took hold of both Sam's wrists in one hand, and slid the other one down his arm. He grazed his nails over the small bud of Sam's exposed nipple, and growled in his ear.
"Time to come, Sammy." Dean's pace increased and he mauled Sam's shoulder and rolled his nipple between his fingers.
The added sensation was almost enough, almost ... then Dean ground him down into the mattress, angling his thrusts just right so his cock raked over that spot inside and Sam came apart with a cry.
"Ah Dean!"
Dean's hand slid back up Sam's arm and he held him down, fucking him through it, pounding into his ass.
Sam spasmed underneath Dean, almost bucking him off as he thrashed as he came, cock twitching against his belly, soaking the bed with come. As he lay still, heart pounding, Dean wrapped his arms around him, kissing his shoulder and stroking his sensitized skin leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Sam stretched, and became aware that Dean was still hard inside him, and that he was lying in a sticky puddle.
"Urgh, wet spot."
"You're such a girl."
"Am not." Sam huffed as Dean scooted back and pulled Sam with him, making sure he didn't slip from Sam's ass. "You didn't ..."
"Nah, not yet."
"Not yet?"
"You didn't think I was finished with you, did you? We've got all day, Sammy. May's well make the most of it." Dean smirked and cupped Sam's balls.
All Sam could do was whimper.
Now continued in Hurts So Good
Classroom Furniture
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/character: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1358
Warnings: PWP
Disclaimer: Sadly, they aren't mine, I'm just playing with them for a while.
Betas:
cocoajava and seleneheartNotes: Originally written for a prompt from Round Seven of the
rounds_of_kink and posted in the Amnesty Round here. The prompter was mystik_ivanow and the prompt was: Sometimes, they have all the time in the world (Top!Dean/Bottom!Sam), Sleep and bedding themes (morning wake-up sex), slow and/or prolonged sexSummary: Dean's in the mood to make Sammy wait for what he wants.
The night before ...
Sam's legs were hooked over Dean's shoulders and Dean pressed him back down to the bed, almost bending him double as he fucked him hard and fast. Sam gripped Dean's arms tightly, steadying himself as he was pounded into the bed, coming as Dean slammed into him, filling him ...
They lay side by side on the bed afterwards, panting and grinning at each other before crawling under the covers. Before he fell asleep, Dean decided that since they were too far away from anywhere to get anyplace fast, they could take the next day off. Sam went along with his brother's personal brand of logic, thinking that a day of doing nothing sounded like a damned good idea.
Sam woke slowly, lying on his stomach in the king sized bed which, by happy chance, had been the only bed left at the motel when they'd turned up late the night before. The air outside the nest of bedclothes quilt was cool, not the cold that air conditioning relentlessly pumped out, but the natural chill of early morning in the mountains. Sam sighed happily and melted into the mattress, aided by Dean half sprawled on top of him and still out of it, if the little snuffly snores were anything to go by.
Sam shifted slightly, half considering getting up to go to the bathroom to pee, but deciding against braving the cold in favor of staying put in the warm cocoon they'd made. Dean ran a hand down Sam's side in his sleep, petting and stroking his thigh and murmuring unintelligible words in Sam's ear which tickled and made him smile. His roaming hand moved back up to Sam's ass and Sam pushed back into the touch, images of the night before running through his head.
Sam moaned at the memory and his cock, trapped between him and the comfortable mattress, throbbed against his belly. Dean's hand strayed into the crack of his ass, touching his still tender hole and Sam let out a small, stuttering groan, beginning to wonder if Dean was as asleep as he'd thought he was. He was still slicked with a mixture of leftover lube and Dean's come and the lazy fingers that eased inside him met little resistance. They pressed and probed, stretching him, tormenting him until he shuddered.
Dean shifted against him and eased his fingers out. He twisted his hips, lined up his cock and pushed slowly into Sam. Then he stopped and murmured "Mornin'" against his brother's shoulder.
"Dean." Sam squirmed, trying to push back, but hampered by the way he was pinned to the bed.
"Lie still, Sammy, 's nice."
Nice? Well, yeah, it was that, but Dean's cock throbbed thickly inside him, pressed up against his prostate, sending little tendrils of heat spiraling along his nerve endings.
Sam whimpered and Dean reached a hand up to card through his hair, one thing that was usually guaranteed to soothe him. This time, it had the opposite effect.
"Dean!" Sam gasped.
"Hmmm?" Dean replied lazily, obviously in no hurry to give Sam what he wanted.
"You can't be sleeping." Sam stated incredulously.
"What? No, not sleeping, but we've got all day, Sammy, no hurry." He stretched a little, pushing his hips forward and settling back down across Sam with a contented sigh.
Sam moaned as Dean's cock moved inside him then stilled again. Dean reached further round his body, managing to graze a nipple on the way, and Sam knew he was being played.
"Dude, are you trying to drive me insane?"
"Something like that." Dean grinned and stretched again.
"Dean please!"
"Mmmm, begging. I like that."
"I wasn't begging!" Sam blushed and squirmed, burying his face in a pillow.
"No? Sounded like begging to me." Dean slipped his hands up Sam's arms and held his wrists in a firm grip. "Maybe if you ask nicely, you'll get what you want."
"What? No!" Sam bit down on his lip, not certain he'd be able to stop himself doing exactly that for much longer.
Dean rotated his hips again and Sam yelped.
"Jesus!!"
"Having a religious experience there, Sammy? I knew I was good but ..."
Sam glared back over his shoulder at Dean and Dean chuckled.
"Lie still. I want to see if I can get you off like this."
"Like what?"
"Without moving."
"That could be kinda hard."
"You're not wrong about it being hard." Dean twitched his cock inside Sam.
"Guhah ... doesn't that count as moving?"
"The game hadn't started." Dean stilled inside him. "Now it has."
Dean nosed through Sam's hair and whispered in his ear, dirty, filthy things that had Sam panting. "Tie you down, lick your ass til you beg me to fuck you, fuck you until you're red and sore and full of come then lick and suck it out of you."
Sam shuddered, and his muscles spasmed. He went with it and tightened around Dean, aching to get the friction he needed, some movement, anything at all at that point.
"Quit clenching. It's cheating."
Sam swore under his breath.
"It's a game, Sam, gotta stick to the rules." Dean grinned
"It's your game, not mi ....ne ..." Sam stuttered as Dean rolled his hips again. "Now who's cheating?"
"If it's my game, I can change the rules whenever I like." Dean said smugly. He tilted hips hips backwards and forwards, slowly, hardly moving inside Sam, teasing and tormenting him.
Sam's breath hitched and he swallowed, arching his neck and he struggled against the hold on his wrists. Even the smallest of movements rubbed his trapped cock against the bed, the friction so very welcome, but it wasn't enough. Desperate for more, all it took was another couple of shallow thrusts and he gave in, want and need spilling over his lips.
"Please Dean, fuck me harder. Do it, just do it, fuck ... please ..."
Dean bit down on his neck and slammed into him.
"That what you want Sammy?" He pulled almost all the way out, and thrust straight back in. Sam tensed underneath him and moaned.
"Yesss ... " Sam hissed. "Don't stop, please Dean, don't stop." Every twitch of Dean's hips took him closer to the edge, and he trembled, body taut and so ready, just needing a little more to push him over ...
Dean took hold of both Sam's wrists in one hand, and slid the other one down his arm. He grazed his nails over the small bud of Sam's exposed nipple, and growled in his ear.
"Time to come, Sammy." Dean's pace increased and he mauled Sam's shoulder and rolled his nipple between his fingers.
The added sensation was almost enough, almost ... then Dean ground him down into the mattress, angling his thrusts just right so his cock raked over that spot inside and Sam came apart with a cry.
"Ah Dean!"
Dean's hand slid back up Sam's arm and he held him down, fucking him through it, pounding into his ass.
Sam spasmed underneath Dean, almost bucking him off as he thrashed as he came, cock twitching against his belly, soaking the bed with come. As he lay still, heart pounding, Dean wrapped his arms around him, kissing his shoulder and stroking his sensitized skin leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Sam stretched, and became aware that Dean was still hard inside him, and that he was lying in a sticky puddle.
"Urgh, wet spot."
"You're such a girl."
"Am not." Sam huffed as Dean scooted back and pulled Sam with him, making sure he didn't slip from Sam's ass. "You didn't ..."
"Nah, not yet."
"Not yet?"
"You didn't think I was finished with you, did you? We've got all day, Sammy. May's well make the most of it." Dean smirked and cupped Sam's balls.
All Sam could do was whimper.
Now continued in Hurts So Good
Classroom Furniture
