003. Exuberance
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sethgrayTitle: Exuberance
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: Um, R-ish?
Warnings: power play, pwp, riding
Word Count: 242
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. I make no money and have no rights to the characters etc.
Prompt: Exuberance, noun; a lively energy and excitement.
Nothing gets better than this, Sam thought as he looked up into his brother’s face. Nothing.
Dean’s head was thrown back, his eyes clenched shut, mouth open and gasping for breath as he thrust himself down on Sam’s cock. It was the only time Dean ever allowed himself to let go, when he was sitting on his brother’s dick. Sometimes it seemed too much, the way Sam loved his brother, the depth of his devotion. But it was worth it, sweet Jesus was it worth it. He’d do anything to see that vulnerable look on his big brother’s face, to see Dean’s pleasure, to see the dark exuberance in his eyes as he let himself finally feel.
“Look at me, Dean,” Sam breathed. “Open your eyes.”
Moaning, Dean yanked his eyes open. They were so dark they were nearly black, only a tiny sliver remained of Dean’s trademark vivid green.
It was too much. Sam groaned, grabbed Dean’s hips, and thrust wildly up into him. Dean wasn’t far behind. Sam taking control of the motion nearly did him in, but it was the knowledge that Sammy was coming inside of him that pushed him over.
With a final groan, Dean came all over both of them, spurting his seed over his hand and Sam’s chest. He collapsed forward, his forehead pressed against Sammy’s neck.
“Enjoy yourself?” Sam purred into his ear.
Yes, Dean thought, but couldn’t say. Instead he growled, “Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
~~~~~~~
<---- Back to 002. Trickery or On to 004. Mordant ---->
[Insert plea for prompts here]
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: Um, R-ish?
Warnings: power play, pwp, riding
Word Count: 242
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. I make no money and have no rights to the characters etc.
Prompt: Exuberance, noun; a lively energy and excitement.
Nothing gets better than this, Sam thought as he looked up into his brother’s face. Nothing.
Dean’s head was thrown back, his eyes clenched shut, mouth open and gasping for breath as he thrust himself down on Sam’s cock. It was the only time Dean ever allowed himself to let go, when he was sitting on his brother’s dick. Sometimes it seemed too much, the way Sam loved his brother, the depth of his devotion. But it was worth it, sweet Jesus was it worth it. He’d do anything to see that vulnerable look on his big brother’s face, to see Dean’s pleasure, to see the dark exuberance in his eyes as he let himself finally feel.
“Look at me, Dean,” Sam breathed. “Open your eyes.”
Moaning, Dean yanked his eyes open. They were so dark they were nearly black, only a tiny sliver remained of Dean’s trademark vivid green.
It was too much. Sam groaned, grabbed Dean’s hips, and thrust wildly up into him. Dean wasn’t far behind. Sam taking control of the motion nearly did him in, but it was the knowledge that Sammy was coming inside of him that pushed him over.
With a final groan, Dean came all over both of them, spurting his seed over his hand and Sam’s chest. He collapsed forward, his forehead pressed against Sammy’s neck.
“Enjoy yourself?” Sam purred into his ear.
Yes, Dean thought, but couldn’t say. Instead he growled, “Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
~~~~~~~
<---- Back to 002. Trickery or On to 004. Mordant ---->
[Insert plea for prompts here]
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on 2009-01-09 03:38 am (UTC)