you cannot escape the wrath of winchester feels.

lostinperdition:

Some nights there was nothing Sam loved more than being shoved face first into a cheap motel mattress and fucked hard and deep, cum leaking from his aching hole, fisting himself until he came choked on the name of the one man-handling him.

He never came harder than when that name was his brother’s and tonight was one of those nights.

The heavy slap of Dean’s hips against his, the weight of Dean’s balls against his thighs, come dribbling down his aching cock…these were the things that Sam loved.

Dean grabbed his hips, digging little half-moons into the skin as he pulled Sam back onto him with each thrust and Sam whined, scrambling for purchase on the slick sheets but Dean never gave him a chance to steady himself.

“Dean…” Sam gasped. “Dean, please.”

But Dean ignored his pleas. Just like he wanted him to.

Dean’s thrusts got harder and less rhythmic before he pulled out roughly, Sam crying out with the sudden loss. He was roughly shoved onto his back and Dean straddled his stomach, jerking his cock until he was coming over Sam’s chest, his throat bathed in pearly strands.

“Love being covered in my spunk, don’t you Sammy?” Dean gasped out gruffly, shuddering slightly in the wake of his orgasm. “Mark you all up ‘til you smell like me for days.”

Sam groaned weakly as Dean ran his fingers through his own spunk and shoved them into Sam’s mouth.

“Suck it all down,” Dean commanded and Sam’s cheeks hollowed with the force he put into the action, drawing Dean’s fingers in, his tongue sliding between each digit and over the knuckles until every nook was gleaned clean.

Dean’s hand was rough on his cock and Sam groaned around his fingers as Dean jerked him off, hard and fast. Too soon Dean pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his lips, fucking Sam’s mouth with his tongue in time with his hand.

“Beg for it, slut,” Dean hissed against his lips and Sam caved immediately.

“Please, please, Dean, please let me come…”

“Who you comin’ for?”

“You, you Dean, only you, only ever come for you…”

“Damn straight.” Dean growled. “Come, slut. Come for me.”

All Sam could do was obey.

(Source: whosedesignisthis)