Characters: Sam/Dean (Wincest, PWP)
Summary: Another day in another motel. A different take on the "Homecourt Advantage" challenge at 100_ghosts.
"God, Dean, just—"
Mouth and tongue and fingers there, all rhythm-rough and jittery-edged teetering on the brink until swirl-stroke-swirl-stroke—
Sam bucks and arches, Dean moving right along with him, until Sam's boneless bliss and Dean's settled in beside him.
"God, your mouth…" Sam moans. "How do you always just—fuck, it's perfect. It's incredible."
"Got the same equipment as you, Dude," Dean grins back. "I know what feels good."
That's either some kind of wrong or incredibly lucky, Sam can't decide. Right now he's grateful.
Thing is, he knows stuff too.
It's about time Dean found that out…
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