Author: The Wayward Angel
Story: Bedroom Situations
Word Count: 976
Chapter: 3/?
Pairings: Wincest
Spoilers: None
Trigger Warnings: incest, oral fixation, dirty talk
Summary: Unrelated stories about different bedroom kinks. Pairings and kinks vary per chapter. Sabriel, Destiel, Wincest, Wincestiel, Cabriel, Calthazar. PWP really.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned even a fraction of these characters. That fraction would be naked and having gay sex.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine. Please feel free to point out any grammatical or spelling errors.
Pretty Lips
Sam had a problem. Not exactly a bad problem, but…okay, no, it was a bad problem. A very bad problem. He was turned on by his older brother's lips. Dean just had really pretty lips, so don't judge him. You'd be turned on by them too. His problem was that it wasn't just when Dean was kissing him or they were alone that Sam was turned on by his big brother's mouth. It was all day. When Dean was talking to witnesses, or eating, or just sitting in the Impala and staring out the window. God, the worst was when he would get nervous and fucking bite his bottom lip.
Sam groaned, rubbing the side of his face.
"What's the matter, Sammy?" Dean asked from the bed, the beer he was nursing cradled gently in his calloused fingers.
Sam stared at his computer screen, pretending he wasn't just getting turned on by the thought of his brother's mouth, "Nothing, just tired." The younger Winchester replied.
Dean cocked his head to the side and crawled off the bed, walking over to stand behind Sam. He placed his beer down on the desk and rested a hand on the back of Sam's neck, "You're tense little brother." Dean observed, "Must be the perpetual stick up your ass."
"Ha ha." Sam replied with a patented bitch face.
Dean's lips quirked up and he pulled Sam's chair away from the desk. He sunk down to his knees in front of Sam and grinned, "You need to relax, Sam." He drawled, running a hand down Sam's thigh.
Sam shivered and reached a hand forward, running a thumb along Dean's bottom lip, "Fucking pretty lips, Dean." He murmured, his eyes darkening.
Dean smirked, "Like my lips Sammy?" He asked, "Like when they're red and swollen from sucking your pretty cock? Like when I lick them and bite them? Like when their bruised from your kisses or sucking marks on your skin?" He said huskily, his own eyes darkening as he ran a hand up to Sam's zipper, his hand rubbing against his younger brother's semi-erect cock, "Fucking love sucking your dick Sammy." Dean nearly whined, unbuttoning Sam's jeans and pulling down the zip.
Sam cursed, burying his fingers in Dean's hair and tugging on the dirty blond strands, making his brother moan. "Fucking love when you suck my dick, Dean." Sam growled, "Fucking comeslut."
Dean whimpered, nuzzling his face against Sam's thigh, "Your comeslut." He replied, pulling Sam's cock out from the slit in his boxer-briefs, stroking it. "All yours."
"Damn right, De." Sam said, pulling on Dean's hair to pull him closer to his cock, "Fucking suck it you whore."
Dean opened his mouth and stretched his pretty lips over the head of his brother's cock, sucking and slurping. He closed his eyes and moaned around Sam, his eyes falling shut.
Sam moaned lowly and bucked his hips forward, gasping a little when Dean let him, "Dean, can I-?" He asked.
Dean pulled off for a moment, "Fuck my mouth, Sammy. I wanna feel you come down my throat." He rasped before sliding his sinful lips back over Sam's dick.
"Goddamn –fuCK!" Sam cried, placing his hand on the back of Dean's head and thrusting his hips forward, fucking Dean's mouth.
Dean moaned, saliva and precum dripping past his lips and down his chin. He tongued Sam's cock, slurping and sucking as his little brother fucked his throat.
Sam growled, "Fucking yes De, dammit, fucking hot mouth. Sucking me so good. Fucking hell, wanna come down your fucking throat. Want you to swallow it all. So good Dean, so good big brother. Love your mouth, fuck." He gasped out, tugging on Dean's hair.
Dean whimpered, tears stinging at the backs of his eyes from his jaw being stretched and Sam's cock nudging at the back of his throat. He could barely breathe and he loved it.
Sam finally gasped and his hips stuttered forward, "DEAN!" He shouted, his come bursting into Dean's mouth. Sam untangled his fingers from his brother's hair so Dean could pull back comfortably.
Dean pulled back some and swallowed, little bits of come trickling down his chin. "Fuck Sammy." He rasped out, his voice totally thrashed.
Sam pulled Dean up to him and kissed him hard, licking his come from Dean's chin. "Love you Dean." He said, reaching a hand forward to stroke Dean, but the elder Winchester stopped him.
"I uh...already…" Dean mumbled.
Sam looked down and saw the darkened spot on the front of his brother's jeans and groaned, "Fuck Dean, you came without even touching yourself?" He asked.
Dean nodded, his cheeks flushing despite his best efforts.
Sam grinned, "That's so hot." He said, pulling Dean up for another kiss.
"Mm, I need a shower." Dean replied, looking down at his pants and frowning.
"Let me help?" Sam asked.
"You'll just molest me." Dean said, raising an eyebrow.
"You like it when I molest you." Sam retorted with a smirk.
"And you like my lips."
Sam smiled stupidly and ran a thumb across Dean's red, swollen lips, "Damn right I do."