SpN: It Was a Sort of Darkish and Kind of Rainy Afternoon

[roxy]

porn, new roxy style! eta: I forgot to blame this on--I mean credit--tabaqui



Sam kicks the door open and hauls Dean ass-backwards through it, sends him crashing against the wall and he's on him like white on rice. Snaps Dean's jeans open--*rips* them open, and shoves his hand inside. He grips Dean's dick like it's the last thing in life he's going to do. "Dean—"

"Sam what the fu—uuhh…"

Sam works Dean until Dean's on his toes, huffing and puffing, works him until he shudders and his emerald eyes go wide, his plump, tinted lips form a perfect O



and Sam can see his dick fitting that plump ring like a ....

Dean gasps, shivers from head to toe. His release breaks like the crest of


Sam desperately tries to keep from falling over with him—every nerve fires in pleasure, like in his blood.


He yanks Dean's jeans down, they drop around his ankles. Sam grips Dean's ass, long fingers slipping in


and Sam imagines

how good it would be to be in him…the image is so strong, so hot,



it's too much.


He comes to himself, slowly, aching, but in a good way




dripping wet, sweat and come, his forehead pressed to Dean's equally wet neck. "Sooo…is this something we have to talk about?"