Characters: Sam/Dean (Slash)
Summary: 2x100 drabbles for supernatural100 on “Taste.”
Sam shouldn’t know what his brother tastes like.
He shouldn’t have names for these forbidden flavors. The musk-spice below Dean’s ear. Dean’s stomach all satin-salt as it shivers under Sam’s tongue.
The most intimate flavor of all is slightly different from Sam’s own. It’s earth-heavy and fertile, the strong-sweet essence of dogwood trees in bloom.
The rare tinges of blood are liquid fear, as if worry colors the experience when it’s Dean who’s bleeding instead of Sam.
Sam craves these sharp reminders that Dean is still alive. He devours Dean after a hunt, a desperate ritual of Not this time...
Writhing under Dean’s hands, Sam is heat in motion as the sequence moves on.
His lips open to Dean’s—to the soul-deep longing that seeks acceptance and desire. His nipples are already hard before Dean’s tongue finds them.
As Dean moves down the waiting path of Sam’s insatiable, captive arousal, Sam lifts and strains against the weight of Dean holding him still. It’s an age-old battle of timing and styles that marks the mystery of “two.”
Dean continues his teasing, tempting tango in this intimate dance of love. When he finally gives Sam release, that victorious moment tastes like Yes.
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