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Title: Simply This
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sophie_448
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Word Count: 502
Warnings: wincest, graphic m/m sex, schmoop, unbeta'd
Summary: A little bit of morning sex, that's all.
Notes: Forwaterofthemoon who saved me today at the evil company picnic by sending me awesome, wincestuous text messages. Seriously, darling, I would not have made it without you! I would have taken a flying leap into the river. ♥ x a billionty!
When Sam wakes it’s close to noon, but it feels early. He and Dean crashed hard sometime around dawn after an exhausting hunt. They barely managed to shower off the monster goop before losing consciousness. Now Sam’s aware of the ache in his muscles, but he’s more aware of Dean pressed warm and loose against him.
His head is tucked in between Sam’s neck and shoulder, and he’s peaceful in a way he never is when he’s conscious. For a little while Sam just relaxes against the scratchy sheets, enjoying the quiet. Eventually, though, he starts dropping teasing kisses all over Dean’s face. Lips pressed against eyelids, nose, chin, cheeks, soft like a whisper.
Sam knows Dean’s awake when he lets out a pleased little sigh and arches up like a cat searching for affection. He smiles and finally presses his lips to Dean’s, sweet and slow. He laps against Dean’s lips until Dean lets him in, then he tastes the inside, moaning low in contentment.
He pulls away to lavish attention on Dean’s neck, licking and sucking until Dean’s whimpering helplessly under him. Then he trails down Dean’s chest and across the planes of his stomach. He pauses to lick back and forth between Dean’s hipbones until Dean makes a tortured sound and he relents.
Sam takes Dean’s cock in his mouth, rubbing his tongue over the head as he does. He doesn’t tease for more than a minute before Dean let’s out a strangled, “Now, Sammy.”
Sam smiles and pulls off, crawling back up Dean’s body and reaching for the lube, remembering they had tossed it in the general direction of the bedside table sometime the day before yesterday. He finds it and slicks up two fingers, prepping Dean efficiently, knowing just how to take him from tight to open and begging for more.
He sinks in slow and easy and Dean wraps his legs around his waist, drawing him closer. There’s not much of a rhythm, just shallow thrusts and Dean lifting his hips to meet them. Sam’s breath hitches at the feel of Dean around him, Dean underneath him making these tiny, involuntary sounds that Sam loves so much. He loves knowing he can make Dean come apart. And, okay, maybe he just loves Dean.
Sam’s getting close now and he wraps a hand around Dean’s cock, pulling and thumbing the slit. Dean comes, spilling hot over Sam’s fingers and Sam buries his face against Dean’s shoulder, thrusting a few more times as Dean convulses around him. He collapses against Dean’s chest and let’s his breathing even out for a minute before moving slightly to the side and drawing Dean in close against him.
Dean lifts his chin and seeks out Sam’s lips for a kiss the way he usually doesn’t when he’s fully awake. Sam is more than happy to oblige. They don’t have anywhere to go today, no reason not to simply enjoy this. A smile settles on Sam’s lips as they drift back to sleep.
Author:
sophie_448Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Word Count: 502
Warnings: wincest, graphic m/m sex, schmoop, unbeta'd
Summary: A little bit of morning sex, that's all.
Notes: For
waterofthemoon who saved me today at the evil company picnic by sending me awesome, wincestuous text messages. Seriously, darling, I would not have made it without you! I would have taken a flying leap into the river. ♥ x a billionty! When Sam wakes it’s close to noon, but it feels early. He and Dean crashed hard sometime around dawn after an exhausting hunt. They barely managed to shower off the monster goop before losing consciousness. Now Sam’s aware of the ache in his muscles, but he’s more aware of Dean pressed warm and loose against him.
His head is tucked in between Sam’s neck and shoulder, and he’s peaceful in a way he never is when he’s conscious. For a little while Sam just relaxes against the scratchy sheets, enjoying the quiet. Eventually, though, he starts dropping teasing kisses all over Dean’s face. Lips pressed against eyelids, nose, chin, cheeks, soft like a whisper.
Sam knows Dean’s awake when he lets out a pleased little sigh and arches up like a cat searching for affection. He smiles and finally presses his lips to Dean’s, sweet and slow. He laps against Dean’s lips until Dean lets him in, then he tastes the inside, moaning low in contentment.
He pulls away to lavish attention on Dean’s neck, licking and sucking until Dean’s whimpering helplessly under him. Then he trails down Dean’s chest and across the planes of his stomach. He pauses to lick back and forth between Dean’s hipbones until Dean makes a tortured sound and he relents.
Sam takes Dean’s cock in his mouth, rubbing his tongue over the head as he does. He doesn’t tease for more than a minute before Dean let’s out a strangled, “Now, Sammy.”
Sam smiles and pulls off, crawling back up Dean’s body and reaching for the lube, remembering they had tossed it in the general direction of the bedside table sometime the day before yesterday. He finds it and slicks up two fingers, prepping Dean efficiently, knowing just how to take him from tight to open and begging for more.
He sinks in slow and easy and Dean wraps his legs around his waist, drawing him closer. There’s not much of a rhythm, just shallow thrusts and Dean lifting his hips to meet them. Sam’s breath hitches at the feel of Dean around him, Dean underneath him making these tiny, involuntary sounds that Sam loves so much. He loves knowing he can make Dean come apart. And, okay, maybe he just loves Dean.
Sam’s getting close now and he wraps a hand around Dean’s cock, pulling and thumbing the slit. Dean comes, spilling hot over Sam’s fingers and Sam buries his face against Dean’s shoulder, thrusting a few more times as Dean convulses around him. He collapses against Dean’s chest and let’s his breathing even out for a minute before moving slightly to the side and drawing Dean in close against him.
Dean lifts his chin and seeks out Sam’s lips for a kiss the way he usually doesn’t when he’s fully awake. Sam is more than happy to oblige. They don’t have anywhere to go today, no reason not to simply enjoy this. A smile settles on Sam’s lips as they drift back to sleep.
