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Entry tags:
- fic,
- kinky shit,
- sofie,
- spn
Fic: And Drive, And Drive (NC-17)
Wow, you guys are quiet. Is there some sort of festival going on around the world that I'm missing out on? What the hell. Fine, I'll just lure you all back with porn, because I'm a slut like that.
This was written because of Sofie. She is a ridiculous enabler and she kept prodding me and showing me pretty pictures, all the while whispering about Dean and Sam. I blame her for every word under this cut, so you can direct all your scorn and derision towards her. And if you don't know what the sybian is, you should probably go here before you read.
And Drive, And Drive
NC-17 | Sam/Dean | 1,023 words
"What the fuck?" Dean asks as soon as Sam has everything assembled. "Are you serious?" Sam has a wicked look on his face when he tilts his head back to stare up at Dean: his lips are quirked up at the side, eyes glinting diamond-dark in the dim lighting.
Dean swallows hard. "You are serious."
"I'm very serious," Sam purrs, rising to his knees and slowly tugging Dean's belt out from his jean loops. It's the worst tease ever when he lets the tip snap against Dean's crotch on its way out. "You're going to straddle this thing and I'm going to be sitting over there with the remote watching you come and keen and beg for me."
"Fuck, Sam," Dean moans, ripping his shirt off and pushing Sam's fingers away from his fly. He won't make it to the actual show if Sam's fingers stay by his cock for another second.
Sam squirts some lube into his palm and wraps his fingers around the dildo extension, getting it nice and wet because he's not letting Dean prep himself. When that's done, he stands up and pulls Dean over by his cock, jerking just the tip of him until Dean's nearly begging in a ragged, fucked-out voice.
"Sit down," Sam tells him, letting go and stepping back towards the remote control. He watches his brother struggle with himself for a minute, trying to kneel around the Sybian without jarring his cock. When he finally settles down and starts to roll his hips to force the dildo into him, Sam has to unzip his jeans and push his hand past his boxers to grip the base of his dick. Dean's whimpering by the time he's fully seated, face already flushed as red as his cock.
"Are you ready, baby?" Sam asks. "Can I start?" Dean bites down on his lip and nods, meeting Sam's eyes. That's all the confirmation Sam needs. He flicks his thumb against the "rotate" knob, watching as Dean's eyes go wide and his lip goes white where he's biting it. Dean whimpers his name, fingers wrapping around the edge of the pedestal.
"We're just getting started," Sam promises, voice low and dark. He turns the "vibrate" knob up three notches.
Dean isn't even trying to keep his eyes open anymore, there's just too much to feel. His cock isn't touching the vibrating pad, but his balls are settled squarely on them and the pleasant buzz he remembers from the last time Sam wanted to try a toy on him is absolutely nothing compared to how it feels to have his entire perineum stretched and stimulated.
He knows Sam is just waiting, that this isn't even as much as he's going to get tonight - far from it, he knows Sam is just teasing him - but he's already pearling at the tip and babbling a steady stream of nonsense. "Sam, Sam, please, come on."
Sam's breath hitches, audible even above the hum of the vibrations. "You better not fucking come," he growls, and then the rotation is ratcheting up a notch and the tip of the dildo is hitting his prostate on every pass. There are white spots behind his eyes, starbursts in green and purple, and he's so close he can taste blood in the back of his throat, but Sam said not to come so he wraps a hand tight around the base of his cock.
It doesn't really help because, fuck, even his hand is vibrating, knuckles against the white strip of plastic like they are. The vibrations are coming closer together now, sending jolts of fucking ridiculous pleasure up Dean's spine and down to his toes. He opens his eyes long enough to catch a glimpse of Sam, controls balanced on his stomach, palm rubbing across the head of his cock. The knobs' little white indicators are barely off the start mark, shit.
"If you come right now," Sam says, catching Dean's gaze, "I'm just gonna keep going. You won't be allowed to recover, you won't be allowed to get up or shift your weight off. You'll have to sit there and take it while I turn everything up and make you scream."
To prove his point, Sam twists the vibration knob up as far as it will go, listening with satisfaction as Dean lets out a yell and comes all over himself and the rug.
Sam tsk’s, pushing the remote to the floor and leaving it on high as he crawls forward on his hands and knees. He's in front of his brother when Dean finally opens his eyes, panting and shuddering full-bodied with each twitch of his spent cock. "Bad boy," Sam whispers with his mouth against Dean's ear. "Very bad boy."
Dean half-sobs when Sam's hand wraps around his sensitive cock, pulling hard and fast at a curving angle until Dean is hard again despite himself. It almost hurts it feels so good, and he's just starting to get his breath back when Sam presses down on his cock, pushing it into the vibrating plastic.
Sam looks so fucking pleased when Dean actually screams that it's almost worth it.
The dildo up his ass is barely registering next to the intense pleasure-pain of his cock right fucking against that thing and Sam's thumb brushing across the head and under against that little bundle of sensitive nerves. He's moaning almost constantly, even though he doesn't feel like he has the air to, and Sam's got his other hand wrapped around his own dick, stroking himself slower than Dean can imagine.
With the way his cock is trapped under Sam's hand, his balls are pressed awkwardly together and down against the bump right before the dildo, and he can't remember ever feeling his fucked-out and messed up.
Sam's mouth presses against his chin, wet and sloppy. "You gonna come for me again?" he's asking, breath puffing out hot and unsteady. "Will you scream my name, baby?" His teeth scrape and latch onto Dean's lower lip, and that's all he really needs because he's coming again, so hard he stops feeling his toes and his fingers.
This was written because of Sofie. She is a ridiculous enabler and she kept prodding me and showing me pretty pictures, all the while whispering about Dean and Sam. I blame her for every word under this cut, so you can direct all your scorn and derision towards her. And if you don't know what the sybian is, you should probably go here before you read.
And Drive, And Drive
NC-17 | Sam/Dean | 1,023 words
"What the fuck?" Dean asks as soon as Sam has everything assembled. "Are you serious?" Sam has a wicked look on his face when he tilts his head back to stare up at Dean: his lips are quirked up at the side, eyes glinting diamond-dark in the dim lighting.
Dean swallows hard. "You are serious."
"I'm very serious," Sam purrs, rising to his knees and slowly tugging Dean's belt out from his jean loops. It's the worst tease ever when he lets the tip snap against Dean's crotch on its way out. "You're going to straddle this thing and I'm going to be sitting over there with the remote watching you come and keen and beg for me."
"Fuck, Sam," Dean moans, ripping his shirt off and pushing Sam's fingers away from his fly. He won't make it to the actual show if Sam's fingers stay by his cock for another second.
Sam squirts some lube into his palm and wraps his fingers around the dildo extension, getting it nice and wet because he's not letting Dean prep himself. When that's done, he stands up and pulls Dean over by his cock, jerking just the tip of him until Dean's nearly begging in a ragged, fucked-out voice.
"Sit down," Sam tells him, letting go and stepping back towards the remote control. He watches his brother struggle with himself for a minute, trying to kneel around the Sybian without jarring his cock. When he finally settles down and starts to roll his hips to force the dildo into him, Sam has to unzip his jeans and push his hand past his boxers to grip the base of his dick. Dean's whimpering by the time he's fully seated, face already flushed as red as his cock.
"Are you ready, baby?" Sam asks. "Can I start?" Dean bites down on his lip and nods, meeting Sam's eyes. That's all the confirmation Sam needs. He flicks his thumb against the "rotate" knob, watching as Dean's eyes go wide and his lip goes white where he's biting it. Dean whimpers his name, fingers wrapping around the edge of the pedestal.
"We're just getting started," Sam promises, voice low and dark. He turns the "vibrate" knob up three notches.
Dean isn't even trying to keep his eyes open anymore, there's just too much to feel. His cock isn't touching the vibrating pad, but his balls are settled squarely on them and the pleasant buzz he remembers from the last time Sam wanted to try a toy on him is absolutely nothing compared to how it feels to have his entire perineum stretched and stimulated.
He knows Sam is just waiting, that this isn't even as much as he's going to get tonight - far from it, he knows Sam is just teasing him - but he's already pearling at the tip and babbling a steady stream of nonsense. "Sam, Sam, please, come on."
Sam's breath hitches, audible even above the hum of the vibrations. "You better not fucking come," he growls, and then the rotation is ratcheting up a notch and the tip of the dildo is hitting his prostate on every pass. There are white spots behind his eyes, starbursts in green and purple, and he's so close he can taste blood in the back of his throat, but Sam said not to come so he wraps a hand tight around the base of his cock.
It doesn't really help because, fuck, even his hand is vibrating, knuckles against the white strip of plastic like they are. The vibrations are coming closer together now, sending jolts of fucking ridiculous pleasure up Dean's spine and down to his toes. He opens his eyes long enough to catch a glimpse of Sam, controls balanced on his stomach, palm rubbing across the head of his cock. The knobs' little white indicators are barely off the start mark, shit.
"If you come right now," Sam says, catching Dean's gaze, "I'm just gonna keep going. You won't be allowed to recover, you won't be allowed to get up or shift your weight off. You'll have to sit there and take it while I turn everything up and make you scream."
To prove his point, Sam twists the vibration knob up as far as it will go, listening with satisfaction as Dean lets out a yell and comes all over himself and the rug.
Sam tsk’s, pushing the remote to the floor and leaving it on high as he crawls forward on his hands and knees. He's in front of his brother when Dean finally opens his eyes, panting and shuddering full-bodied with each twitch of his spent cock. "Bad boy," Sam whispers with his mouth against Dean's ear. "Very bad boy."
Dean half-sobs when Sam's hand wraps around his sensitive cock, pulling hard and fast at a curving angle until Dean is hard again despite himself. It almost hurts it feels so good, and he's just starting to get his breath back when Sam presses down on his cock, pushing it into the vibrating plastic.
Sam looks so fucking pleased when Dean actually screams that it's almost worth it.
The dildo up his ass is barely registering next to the intense pleasure-pain of his cock right fucking against that thing and Sam's thumb brushing across the head and under against that little bundle of sensitive nerves. He's moaning almost constantly, even though he doesn't feel like he has the air to, and Sam's got his other hand wrapped around his own dick, stroking himself slower than Dean can imagine.
With the way his cock is trapped under Sam's hand, his balls are pressed awkwardly together and down against the bump right before the dildo, and he can't remember ever feeling his fucked-out and messed up.
Sam's mouth presses against his chin, wet and sloppy. "You gonna come for me again?" he's asking, breath puffing out hot and unsteady. "Will you scream my name, baby?" His teeth scrape and latch onto Dean's lower lip, and that's all he really needs because he's coming again, so hard he stops feeling his toes and his fingers.
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