Don't you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you. It has never been like that, ever! I need you to see that. I'm begging you.
Uh, wincest, nsfw, bottom!Dean. Warnings: piss… lots of it.
From his position on his back, Dean closes his eyes and attempts to breathe slowly through his nose as Sam fucks into him, brutal and constant.
Sam leans down, pressing a kiss against Dean’s jaw, “You think you can do it? D’you want me to slow down?”
Dean groans, repositioning his mostly soft dick on his stomach before pressing down sharply on his bladder, “S’really fuckin’ hard not to get hard with you fuckin’ me like that.”
Sam slows his hip movements to a gentle thrust, running his palms up and down Dean’s thighs where they’re clenched tightly around his hips, “I think you need to relax.”
“Yes, thank you, Sam,” Dean grits out through clenched teeth, his eyes still squeezed shut.