The cuffs close around Sam’s wrists, securing him to the bed frame with a soft, metallic sound. Sam sucks in a shaky breath.
“Remember your word, Sammy?” Dean asks, crouched down next to the bed so he’s eye-level with Sam. His wicked fingers are trailing down Sam’s chest, setting every nerve humming, and how exactly is Sam supposed to concentrate when he’s doing that? Dean’s hand closes around the base of Sam’s dick and strokes, once, twice—
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The cuffs close around Sam’s wrists, securing him to the bed frame with a soft, metallic sound. Sam sucks in a shaky breath.
“Remember your word, Sammy?” Dean asks, crouched down next to the bed so he’s eye-level with Sam. His wicked fingers are trailing down Sam’s chest, setting every nerve humming, and how exactly is Sam supposed to concentrate when he’s doing that? Dean’s hand closes around the base of Sam’s dick and strokes, once, twice—