Pretty In Pink (Isn't He?)
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Rating: Hard R
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Word Count 1100
Summary: Sam really loves what Dean can do with his tongue.
Warning: Wincest. Rimming. Pink satiny panties. Begging for it. Dirty talk. You know...the good stuff.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just for fun.
“There you go. Spread your legs for me.”
Sam blushed furiously.
“Sam.”
“Ok. Ok…” and Sam eased his thighs open, revealing the pink satin panties Dean gave him earlier that day.
“See? What I tell you? Feels nice, huh.”
“Yeah.” Dean rubbed his fingers over Sam’s cock through the satin. Sam moaned, and a dark flush of precum leaked through the fabric. Dean tongued it, and Sam’s hips bucked upward.
“Gonna take care of you. Don’t you worry.” Dean slipped the panties to the side, exposing Sam’s neatly shaven balls, drawing one into his mouth, then the other, holding Sam’s thighs wide open with the palms of his hands.
“Fuck. Oh god. Oh god.”
“Yeah, Sammy, you like that?
“Please…just, please.”
“Please what?”
“Don’t make me say it.”
“Love to hear you say it. Not gonna if you don’t say it. You know the rules.”
Sam squirmed.
“…lick me.”
Dean grinned up at Sam, green eyes glinting mischievously.
“Lick what, exactly? Want me to lick your cock through your pretty pink panties?”
Sam groaned, but that’s not what he wanted.
“No. Want you to…”
“Come on, baby. Tell me what you need.”
“To lick my…ass.”
Dean dug his teeth into Sam’s inner thigh.
“Uh-uh. That’s not what we're calling it tonight, is it?”
“Dean.”
“You want it, you gotta ask for it right. I’ll do it. You know I want to. Can’t wait. But I gotta hear you ask me right.”
Sam blushed so hard, his face and chest turned bright red. He turned his head away, and whispered into the pillow, “Lick my pussy.”
“Can’t hear you, Sam.”
“Fuck you.”
“Not until you say it.”
Dean placed one finger against Sam’s jaw and with the lightest of pressure, tipped Sam’s face back.
“Look at me.”
Sam eyes fluttered, locked onto Dean’s chest, then raised to meet his gaze.
“Give you everything you want. You just gotta say the words.”
Sam swallowed hard. “Lick my pussy.”
Dean groaned. “There you go. That’s what I wanted to hear.” Dean tugged the panties to the side, moved his tongue lower, ignoring his cock completely, pressing it lightly against Sam’s perineum.
“Want me to eat you out like a girl, Sammy?”
Sam dug his fingers into the sheets and arched his back. “Please. Please.”
Dean pulled Sam’s legs closer, tugged the panties halfway down Sam’s thighs, then pushed his legs back, pink satin stretched between them, Sam’s ass exposed and accessible. He teased the tip of his tongue around the rim. “Say it again. So pretty when you say it.”
Sam chewed his lower lip and looked Dean in the eye, his big brown eyes already gone dark from the pleasure high. “Lick my pussy. Please.”
Dean plunged his face between Sam’s thighs, eating him out like a starving man at a buffet. “Taste so good, Sam. Feel so fucking good.” He swirled his tongue in circles, darted in to penetrate the first ring, curling up at the tip, making Sam gasp, then licked long and slow from the back all the way up to the base of his cock, pressing his thumb against the perineum the way that felt so good. He licked Sam good and messy, with lots of saliva to keep it slick. “Yeah, Sammy. All nice and wet. So good. Could do this for fucking days.”
Sam tugged at the panties restricting his legs. “Off. Please. Off.” Dean pulled them free and set them at his side, in arm’s reach. Sam was then able to spread his legs wide, heels on the bed, and fuck up into Dean’s tongue, gyrating against his face, hands holding the back of Dean’s head.
“Tell me how much you love it or I’ll stop.”
Sam sobbed. “Please. Don’t stop. Your tongue feels so good in my pussy. Love it when you eat me out. So wet for you.”
Sam’s cock was dripping with precum, all over his stomach. Sam pulled Dean’s hand up so he could touch it.
“Fuck. Sam. Soaking wet.” Dean brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked. Sam let out a helpless groan and grabbed the backs of his knees, spreading himself wide open.
“Don’t stop, Dean. Fuck my wet little pussy with your tongue.”
Dean held Sam’s ass with both hands and rocked him up and down against his mouth, making him fuck himself against Dean’s tongue. Sam cried out again and again, delirious with pleasure. Dean stabbed his tongue as deep inside Sam as he could, twisting it, opening him up.
“Dean. Dean. Gonna make me come.”
Dean pressed his lips tight against Sam’s ass and sucked rhythmically. Sam started to shudder. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Wanna come for you. Please. Dean. Let me come. Please.”
“How do you want to come, Sammy?” Dean liked making Sammy talk dirty, liked making him say it. “With my tongue in your hot little asspussy? Or on my cock?”
“Your tongue. Please. Make me come with your tongue. God. Gonna come so fucking hard for you.”
Dean flicked his tongue around and inside Sam’s ass, scraping his tongue against him roughly, driving him hard now, listening to his gasps and cries. “Come on, Sammy. Come for me.” He grabbed the pink panties at his side and wrapped them around the head of Sam’s cock, sliding the slick fabric up and down lightly, just giving him a bit more sensation to tip him over the edge, driving his tongue as hard and deep inside Sam as he could.
Sam threw his head back and howled, shooting so hard that come spattered his chest and face, spasming beneath Dean.
Dean slid up and slid his cock inside Sam in one hard thrust. “Christ, Sam, look how sweet you took that.” Sam’s body didn’t resist whatsoever, just drew Dean in deep, closing tight around him. “So fucking tight.” Dean went deep and rolled his hips in a slow, grinding circle. Sam brought his legs all the way back and grabbed his ankles, tipping his ass up so Dean could take him as deep as he wanted. Dean drew back and plunged in to the base, and again, and harder. “Fuck, Sammy, Sam…” and with that, Dean was coming, his whole body convulsing uncontrollably, making rough, guttural cries.
After a moment, Dean pulled free and collapsed at Sam’s side. When he’d recovered somewhat he brushed his lips against Sam’s neck. “Was that good, Sammy? What you wanted?”
Sam buried his face in Dean’s chest. “Yeah. God. So good.”
“Fucking awesome, is what it was.”
Sam smiled.
Dean pulled Sam closer. “Oh, and next time, Sammy? Next time you’re wearing the skirt too.”
Next Chapter:
http://justinedelarge.livejournal.com/8043.html
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Date: 2012-06-06 03:04 am (UTC)You're my hero!
<3 PJ
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Date: 2012-06-21 09:57 pm (UTC)That was so incredibly hot, I need a cold shower now.
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Date: 2012-06-22 03:41 am (UTC)I bow to your porn-ness. Thanks for writing this.
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