Dean pressed his mouth on Sam’s, his hand touching his chin to help him keep the position. He kissed him long and slow, rocking his hips a bit, feeling himself softening inside of his brother. “I’ve missed you”, he murmured as well against his lips, wrapping his arms around him.
He hummed and leaned into him, sighing softly. He just hoped Dean’s friend hadn’t come home and heard them. He didn’t have anything to do with who Dean fucked or not, but he knew Sam’s voice, and he knew Dean’s, and hearing them together like that? Calling each other names? That wasn’t good.
“Can we run away?”
Dean groaned, leaning forward and pressing his face against Sam’s back. He squeezed lightly on Sam’s hips, nuzzling his sweaty skin, letting himself stay buried deep in Sam. “Sammy”, he panted out, not wanting to stop touching him as if he’d be gone if he would.
Sam smiled a bit and turned his head, blindly leaning in for a kiss, missing Dean’s lips the two first tries but managing on the third. “I’ve missed you.”
Dean grunted as Sam came, and only could nod a bit to him as an answer. “Fuck, Sam”, he rasped out not a much longer, gripping on Sam’s hips and thrust deep in him, gasping as he came with a shudder..
Sam jerked and had ended up face down on the bed, cheek pressing against the mattress and his head in an awkward and bit painful position. He spread his legs wider, squeezed around Dean’s cock and pushed back, moaning. “Dean.”
“Come for me, come for me, baby… Sam… Sam, Sam”, he panted against his ear, his hips pushing harder, filling Sam up, stroking over his prostate. “Ahn, Sam, gonna come too”, he moaned and squeezed on the tip of Sam’s cock, loving the way that the boy was shuddering underneath him.
Sam jerked forward and came, grunting loudly as he crashed his face into the pillow and shuddered, coming all over Dean’s hand. “Oh fuck, Dean, come in me.”
Dean nodded, panting heavily as he pushed into Sam. He curled his fingers around Sam’s hard length and started stroking him on the pace of his moves. His thumb rubbed over the tip oozing with precome and he started whispering dirty things to him.
Sam made a sobbing noise, like he was desperate, and pushed back against his cock before he pushed down into his hand, enjoying the friction. “Gonna come,” he panted, not really caring that he had just changed the sheets on the bed.
“Sammy”, he groaned as he held his his. “Fuck”, he gasped as he shoved hard and deep, making their skins smack together. “Love you so much… You make me come so hard, I see stars…” He nipped lightly on Sam’s lower lip before kissed him again.
Sam gasped and nipped at Dean’s lip, panting against his mouth. He felt like he was burning up and grasped on Dean’s hand to press it against his crotch. “Jerk me off.”
Dean bent over and willingly kissed Sam back, his mouth moving on his, tongue pressing and wrestling with his. His hips rolled against Sam, their bodies flush together, his heart hammering, hands groping his brother’s body.
“Don’t… care.. what they say,” he panted against his lips, whimpering softly. “Having my brother fucking me is.. fuck.. it’s so hot.. Could come just thinkin’ ‘bout it.”
He whined and pushed back harder.
Dean moaned and tilted his head back as get started fucking into Sam, his hips rolling and snapping. “Sammy, Sam, ah, yes”, he groaned and watched him with half lit eyes. He watched how his cock sunk into his brother’s ass, deep, stretching him open.
Sam got up on his arms as well and pushed back to meet his thrusts, both men groaning when their hips met and the sound of it went through the room. Sam was panting loudly, could barely hear Dean at all, so he pulled his older brother down and started to fuck his mouth with his tongue.
Dean swallowed and tried to contain himself. He wheeled a bit and bit his lip. “Shit, Sam”, he moaned before started moving, filling him up.
Sam grunted and hung his head between his shoulders as he let himself be fucked, wanting it so badly he just wanted to scream it out loud, command him to fuck him until he blacked out. But he still lived in Greg’s house, which would be awkward. Plus, Greg was the brother of the girl Sam never hooked up with. Even more awkward.
“Fuck me,” he panted, groaning softly.