Gagging For It (Chapter 3: Vampire Gloves)

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Title: Gagging For It (Chapter 3: Vampire Gloves)
Author: justinedelarge
Rating: R
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Words: 1600
Warnings: incest, talking dirty, pain kink, come kink, orgasm denial, D/s
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just for fun.
Summary: Sam takes Dean further in the scene.  Use of Vampire Gloves (google it). In this chapter, Sam starts Dean off slow and careful, letting the endorphins kick in, before he starts delivering the good kind of pain that Dean needs so desperately. 

“Keep your hands where they are. You can grab onto the arms, but don’t move your hands unless I say so.” Both Sam and Dean had legitimate reasons why they didn’t like to be tied up. And it was bad form for a hunter to ignore basic safety. Too many monsters—human and otherwise—would love to get ahold of them and do some damage. Not wise to make yourself an easy target, no matter how bad you want to tie your big brother up so he can’t move. So Sam had made Dean strip naked for him—slowly—while he leaned back in the motel’s padded easy chair and watched, snapped a cock ring on him, told him to sit on the chair and gagged him, but relied on psychological control, not physical restraints, to keep him in place. 

Dean couldn’t tear his eyes away from the implements Sam had laid out on the small table. They did look fearsome.

Sam picked up one of the black leather gloves with tiny, thin metal tacks bristling along the fingers, and slid it on his right hand, snapping it closed at the wrist. Dean's eyes widened. “These are called vampire gloves.” Sam pulled the other one on and extended his palms, flexing and curling his fingers. “See?” He gripped Dean’s face gently, the points barely making contact, and leaned down to kiss his throat. Sam licked and nipped at his skin, holding his face perfectly still. “Not so bad, right?” Sam traced his fingertips along Dean’s throat.

Dean swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing under Sam's fingertips.

Sam moved his hand to the back of Dean’s neck, and held him in place for a hard, searching kiss. Dean moaned into Sam’s mouth.

“So good for me, Dean.” Sam tightened his fingers, driving the tiny points deeper into Dean’s flesh. Dean shiver-gasped, arching his back, pressing into Sam’s hand even harder.

“You see, Dean, your hair is too damn short for me to get a hold of it like I want to. Wanna wrap my fingers in your hair and hold you still, tighten my grip real slow until it hurts. Hurts the way you like it. Hold you still like that and kiss you, mark you up real pretty on your neck. Make you just hold still and take it.”

Sam sucked a livid red mark into the flesh over the hollow of Dean’s throat.  “Wanna suck my name on your throat, Dean. Great big hickey that spells out S. A. M.” Dean shuddered, gripping the arms of the chair tight with a moan. “Fuck. You like that.” Sam stroked Dean’s cheek with his thumb. “Want it. Want me to take you out, take you around town all day, hit all the tourist spots, keep you outside where everyone can see you, see my name sucked into your throat. All those people looking at you, knowing what that means. What I must have done to you all night.”

Dean made a sound over the gag. Sam chuckled. “Sounded like you were trying to say please. You trying to say please, Dean?” Dean nodded, little patches of color rising on his cheeks.

“Ok. But not tonight. Got so much planned for you already. Gonna save that one for later.”

Sam knelt in front of Dean, tossing his hair out of his eyes, and trailed one finger down Dean’s chest, scratching the tiny needles along his skin too softly to draw blood. Still, when he pressed a bristling fingertip against Dean’s nipple, Dean hissed, more in anticipation than discomfort.

“Easy. Starting you off slow.” Dean took a deep breath through his nose. Sam made little circles against his nipples, then drew both hands down Dean’s chest, down the front of his legs, back up along the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs.

“Keep those legs spread, Dean. Don’t you dare move.” Dean blinked rapidly, teeth worrying the gag, as Sam scraped the gloves along his inner thighs, pressed them hard into his flesh. When he pulled his hands off, the skin showed tiny indentations.  

Sam carefully avoided touching Dean’s cock, already leaking precum on his stomach. He cupped Dean’s balls in his hand, squeezing gently. Dean threw his head back and parted his thighs wider.

“That’s what I want. Real nice. Taking whatever I want to give you.” Sam squeezed more firmly, gave a little tug, and Dean moaned over the gag. Sam's white teeth flashed in a wicked smile, and he rolled Dean's balls in one hand, pulling down, and pressed the pad of his index finger into the patch of flesh between his balls and ass. Dean grunted over the gag, and pushed his hips up into it. 

"Such a little pain slut. How'd I get so lucky? See, this right here?" Sam gave a little tug, and Dean cried out, sinking back in the padded chair, lifting his feet off the ground, splaying himself wide open for Sam, droplets of precum flowing from the slit of his cock. "This is proof there is a God. And he loves me." 

Sam worked him like that for another few minutes, making Dean writhe and gasp. “Stand up.” Dean did as he was told. Sam gripped his bare ass with both hands. “Keep your hips back. Don't let your cock touch me. Haven’t earned it just yet.”  He thrust his tongue into Dean’s mouth and squeezed his ass hard, digging the sharp points into his flesh. Dean held still obediently, trembling but not letting his cock touch Sam.

“God, you’re desperate for it, aren’t you? Bet you’d love me to just let you rub against me a little.” Sam tightened his grip a little more, and sucked on Dean’s lower lip. Dean panted into Sam’s mouth, fingers balled into fists at his sides. “But I’m not going to let you.”

Sam removed the gag. “Need to use your mouth for a while. But this goes back on after. And don’t say a fucking word unless I tell you to.” Dean swallowed, darting his tongue out to lick his lips, and nodded.

“Knees.” Like a good soldier, Dean obeyed instantly, dropping to his knees in front of his brother. “Take it out. No hands.” Dean mouthed the button of Sam’s jeans, clasping his hands behind him at the small of his back, and tongued it open, then bit the zipper pull and tugged it all the way down. “Fuck,” Sam whispered, his cock snapping free and bobbing in front of Dean’s face.

Gripping Dean’s face, Sam moved his hips, dragging the head of his cock over Dean’s mouth. “Open up for me.” Dean stared up at Sam, keeping his green eyes locked onto Sam’s gaze, and parted his mouth. “Goddamn, Dean. You’re so fucking beautiful.” Sam slid his cock into Dean’s mouth with a shudder and a groan.

Dean sealed his mouth around his brother’s cock and sucked him just the way Sam liked it, not too fast, not trying to take the entire length, but concentrating on the first half, keeping the suction strong both forward and back, letting his tongue play on the underside, paying careful attention to the spot where the head met the shaft.

“Christ. Dean.” Sam stroked Dean’s hair, letting Dean suck him. “Best cocksucker on the planet. Not gonna last.” He grinned, and placed his hands on either side of Dean’s head. “Good thing I don’t have to.”

The sharp points of the vampire gloves dug in as he tightened his grip. “Relax your jaw. Gonna fuck your mouth.” Dean released the suction and loosened his jaw and tongue.  Sam thrust deep into Dean’s mouth, using it, taking his pleasure exactly the way he wanted to.  Dean’s eyes teared up, and saliva dripped from his mouth, but he kept his hands clasped behind him and took every inch of Sam’s cock, eyes open, watching Sam watch him.

“So fucking hot.” Sam tensed up, strokes becoming shallower, scraping the underside of his cock against Dean’s tongue. “Sweet little mouth. Gonna make you swallow it all. Every drop.”

Dean moaned.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Sam’s voice rose in pitch, and then he was spilling, hot and salty-sweet into Dean’s mouth, pulse after pulse, spattering the back of Dean’s throat, flooding his mouth.

After a moment, Sam pulled out and tipped Dean’s face up. “Show me.”

Dean let his jaw fall open and showed Sam the thick-white come he held in his mouth, waiting for permission.

“Wider.” Dean opened his mouth wider. Sam bit his lower lip. “I ought to be taking pictures. Goddamn if that’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Dean blinked, the pleasure of Sam’s praise washing over him.

Sam stared at Dean’s mouth for a long time, drinking in the sight.

“Swallow it.” Dean closed his eyes and with a whimper, let the come slide down his throat.

Sam stripped the gloves off, throwing them in the corner, and dropped to his knees. He kissed Dean slow and deep, licking into his mouth, shuddering at the taste of him on Dean’s tongue, running his hands all over Dean’s body until Dean was gasping and clutching at Sam’s shirt. Sam pulled his mouth free and pressed it to the top of Dean’s head. “So good. So good. So good.”

Then he dragged himself upright and brought Dean to his feet. He gave Dean a drink of water, kissed him again, tongue playing along the silken skin of the inside of Dean’s lips, then secured the gag once more. “Ok. Easy part’s over.”

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