Some Wincest...

Summary: Outside the bedroom, Dean's clearly in charge. But when it comes to sex, Sammys the dominant one...

Dean moaned beneath his brother and a sadistic grin spread over his brothers face. Deans hands were tied to the headboard, his face soaked in sweat from arousal and pain. Sam grinned again, as he let his hand, once again, hit the reddening flesh of his brothers ass. Dean whimpered.

”Sammy, please...” But Sam hit him again, Deans fully erect cock twitched against his leg.

”Please what?” said his brother with a low snarl and stared his older brother in the eyes.

”Please fuck me... I need you inside of me...” pleaded Sams brother, and Sam himslef smirked. Dean looked so beautiful, all tied up, begging for him to fuck him, to bury himself deep inside of the shorter man. There was no bigger turnon for Sam.

”I didn't hear you...” Sam teased and let his thumb cirkle the firm muscle that protected Deans entrance.

”I want you, Sammy... Need you to... Dear God... Please... Into the mattress...” Dean rambeled, and another almost evil smirk spread over Sams face as he turned his brother around. It took quite a lot of manouvering, Dean tied to the headboard and all that, but soon his sweet ass is touching Sams dick.

He doesn't take it slow. Just one thrust, he can feel his brothers body shaking under him, slowly breaking apart as Sam starts to move. Dean's so thight, so wet, muscles clenching around Sam... He grunts, Dean's begging him to stop. Sam growled an answer, neither of them sure about what he said. Sam was going over the top, he'd been torturing Dean for so long... To finally have his thight hole wrapped around him was eaven better than Sam had imagined.

Dean was close, and he could feel that his brother was to. Sams thrusts became more eager and more violent, his breaths panting and Dean could feel his own dick twitching agains his thigh. He wanted to come so bad, he needed to...

With a sound, almost a roar, Sam came deep within Dean, and the feeling of his brother emptying his load inside of him, made Dean go over the top with a scream of Sams name. The younger one fell upon the older, out of breath, panting. Deans hands were almost aching, and Sam came to his senses and cut his brother loose.

”Wow...” Sam mumbled as his brother crawled close to him to put his head on Sams chest. Dean nodded. He was so tired, it felt like they'd been going for hours. Maybe he had, because whenever he was with Sam, Dean lost track of time.

”You could say that again.” Dean mumbled. And soon, he was embraced by the sweet sleep he always met when he layed in the arms of his brother.