dean's a little twisted - he knows it, and it doesn't bother him really. he gets off on strange things, like the coppery taste of blood on his tongue or the slight pain of fingernails along his cock. putting it down to the shit he deals with every day is easy enough.
sam on the other hand. sam likes to pretend he's wholesome and wonderbread, even though dean knows how much he secretly enjoys it when there's a little red mixed in with the white on the sheets. dean doesn't mind that sam wants to be a little repressive about it all, because at least he's getting fucked into the mattress five nights a week.
but he is a little surprised when sam comes home from doing laundry one night with a plain brown paper bag in one hand and a hard on tenting the front of his jeans. it's a present, sam explains, pulling the long stick out of the bag and presenting it to dean.
a little dubious, dean asks what it does. ever helpfull, sam presses close to his side and clicks the switch on the side. with a hum, the glass part at the top comes to life - purple and blue shocks of electricity shooting out from a the center. dean's breath catches in his throat.
strip and lay down,, sam whispers, and dean's already way ahead of him, throwing his shirt over the end of the bed and unbuttoning his jeans.
the first touch of the toy to his skin is short, like sam's testing it, and dean can't help the little, startled moan he lets out. the next is longer, tracing the curve of dean's abs down to his navel, and the next after that ends at one of dean's nipple, where it stays pressed until dean slams his hand down against the bed and lets out a choked shout.
sam pulls it off completely after that and every swipe of his tongue over the abused nipple makes dean keen and whine. this is gonna be fun, dean hears sam muse outloud, and then the glass is against the base of dean's cock and he can't hear anything over his own rising screams.
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sam on the other hand. sam likes to pretend he's wholesome and wonderbread, even though dean knows how much he secretly enjoys it when there's a little red mixed in with the white on the sheets. dean doesn't mind that sam wants to be a little repressive about it all, because at least he's getting fucked into the mattress five nights a week.
but he is a little surprised when sam comes home from doing laundry one night with a plain brown paper bag in one hand and a hard on tenting the front of his jeans. it's a present, sam explains, pulling the long stick out of the bag and presenting it to dean.
a little dubious, dean asks what it does. ever helpfull, sam presses close to his side and clicks the switch on the side. with a hum, the glass part at the top comes to life - purple and blue shocks of electricity shooting out from a the center. dean's breath catches in his throat.
strip and lay down,, sam whispers, and dean's already way ahead of him, throwing his shirt over the end of the bed and unbuttoning his jeans.
the first touch of the toy to his skin is short, like sam's testing it, and dean can't help the little, startled moan he lets out. the next is longer, tracing the curve of dean's abs down to his navel, and the next after that ends at one of dean's nipple, where it stays pressed until dean slams his hand down against the bed and lets out a choked shout.
sam pulls it off completely after that and every swipe of his tongue over the abused nipple makes dean keen and whine. this is gonna be fun, dean hears sam muse outloud, and then the glass is against the base of dean's cock and he can't hear anything over his own rising screams.