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tamingthemuseWell, RL decided to be a total bitch this week. Nothing like being told you've got to work all weekend on Friday. It was like "T.G.I.Fuuuu**." Definitely not my kind of surprise. So you guys get the first part of the chapter I'd planned to write.
Locking to the comm until the whole chapter is written, then I'll add links to the second half or something. Anyway...
Title: Beyond All Repair [6a/?]
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt: 238 - butterfly
Warning: Dean/Adam Wincest.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 600+
Summary: Dean and Adam haven't been together without something else factoring in. This time, it's just them and Adam knows exactly what he wants and how he wants it.
Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing.
oxoxo
Adam was already half undressed when Dean entered his bedroom. He didn't bother with closing the door, knew there was nobody around to catch them. He crossed to where Adam stood near the bed, pulling his shirts off mid-stride, and claimed Adam's mouth when he was close enough to touch. The kiss was just as heated as the one they shared on the stairs, but the temperature shot up a good ten degrees when Adam's hands went to the fly of Dean's worn, suddenly too-tight jeans. “Fuck,” Dean breathed, his own hands going to work on ridding Adam of his pants.
They were both naked, Adam sprawled on his back on his unmade bed feeling like the butterfly in the bug collection he'd had when he was eight, all pinned down and spread out to be looked at, studied. Dean's scorching gaze was nearly a tangible weight as it trekked down his body, pausing here and there to catalog or scrutinize, mapping planes and angles with reference points of freckles.
Gaze returning to Adam's, Dean loosened his hold with his hands and body, kept Adam in place with his stare alone as he slipped lower on the mattress to kneel between Adam's splayed thighs. Dark jade focused on China blue, Dean bent nearly in half at the waist to take Adam's throbbing, pulsing cock into his mouth.
Adam's fingers suddenly curled around the back of Dean's head, small thrust of his hips had him slipping further into his brother's mouth. “Holy shit, Dean.” His slow, even breaths were replaced with harsh pants as Dean sunk so far down on him his nose brushed the wiry hairs of his pubes. “Oh, oh God.” He'd never had his dick in somebody's mouth and it was nothing like that quick hand-job Kristin McGee gave him after junior prom in the backseat of the car he'd begged his mother for a month straight to borrow. And, sure, he'd fucked Dean, but it was on such a completely different level, the wet heat that surrounded him, and that Dean just willingly went down on him...it was too much. The flutter of Dean's throat muscles, vibrations from his low hums and moans and the look in his eyes. “Shit, Dean, I'm gonna-” He thrust a little deeper even as he tried to pull Dean's head away. But Dean's fingertips dug into his hips and held him still as he came.
Dean swallowed what he could and pulled off, Adam's cock still spurting weak ropes of come that caught and dripped off Dean's chin. Adam was fascinated by the obscene sight before him, watched with heavy-lidded eyes as Dean licked his lips, fingers trailing through the warm puddle of come that collected on Adam's lower belly as he rose up on his knees to take Adam's mouth. He let Adam taste himself on Dean's tongue, distracted him with the distinct flavor while his fingers slipped back to Adam's tight pucker, breaching it with his come-slick middle finger.
“Don't- don't stretch me too much. I want you to fuck me, like I fucked you. I wanna feel it; wanna feel like you're still inside me when I go to school tomorrow.”
The image that put in Dean's head made his cock throb with his speeding pulse. “Yeah,” he breathed, teeth grazing Adam's throat below his ear. “I'll fuck you. Good and hard.” He added a second finger, scissored and twisted them until he could fit in a third and Adam was arching up against him. His youngest brother wasn't quite stretched enough for him, but Adam had asked to feel it and, oh, Dean would make him feel every inch as he sank balls-deep inside his unyielding body.
Locking to the comm until the whole chapter is written, then I'll add links to the second half or something. Anyway...
Title: Beyond All Repair [6a/?]
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt: 238 - butterfly
Warning: Dean/Adam Wincest.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 600+
Summary: Dean and Adam haven't been together without something else factoring in. This time, it's just them and Adam knows exactly what he wants and how he wants it.
Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing.
Adam was already half undressed when Dean entered his bedroom. He didn't bother with closing the door, knew there was nobody around to catch them. He crossed to where Adam stood near the bed, pulling his shirts off mid-stride, and claimed Adam's mouth when he was close enough to touch. The kiss was just as heated as the one they shared on the stairs, but the temperature shot up a good ten degrees when Adam's hands went to the fly of Dean's worn, suddenly too-tight jeans. “Fuck,” Dean breathed, his own hands going to work on ridding Adam of his pants.
They were both naked, Adam sprawled on his back on his unmade bed feeling like the butterfly in the bug collection he'd had when he was eight, all pinned down and spread out to be looked at, studied. Dean's scorching gaze was nearly a tangible weight as it trekked down his body, pausing here and there to catalog or scrutinize, mapping planes and angles with reference points of freckles.
Gaze returning to Adam's, Dean loosened his hold with his hands and body, kept Adam in place with his stare alone as he slipped lower on the mattress to kneel between Adam's splayed thighs. Dark jade focused on China blue, Dean bent nearly in half at the waist to take Adam's throbbing, pulsing cock into his mouth.
Adam's fingers suddenly curled around the back of Dean's head, small thrust of his hips had him slipping further into his brother's mouth. “Holy shit, Dean.” His slow, even breaths were replaced with harsh pants as Dean sunk so far down on him his nose brushed the wiry hairs of his pubes. “Oh, oh God.” He'd never had his dick in somebody's mouth and it was nothing like that quick hand-job Kristin McGee gave him after junior prom in the backseat of the car he'd begged his mother for a month straight to borrow. And, sure, he'd fucked Dean, but it was on such a completely different level, the wet heat that surrounded him, and that Dean just willingly went down on him...it was too much. The flutter of Dean's throat muscles, vibrations from his low hums and moans and the look in his eyes. “Shit, Dean, I'm gonna-” He thrust a little deeper even as he tried to pull Dean's head away. But Dean's fingertips dug into his hips and held him still as he came.
Dean swallowed what he could and pulled off, Adam's cock still spurting weak ropes of come that caught and dripped off Dean's chin. Adam was fascinated by the obscene sight before him, watched with heavy-lidded eyes as Dean licked his lips, fingers trailing through the warm puddle of come that collected on Adam's lower belly as he rose up on his knees to take Adam's mouth. He let Adam taste himself on Dean's tongue, distracted him with the distinct flavor while his fingers slipped back to Adam's tight pucker, breaching it with his come-slick middle finger.
“Don't- don't stretch me too much. I want you to fuck me, like I fucked you. I wanna feel it; wanna feel like you're still inside me when I go to school tomorrow.”
The image that put in Dean's head made his cock throb with his speeding pulse. “Yeah,” he breathed, teeth grazing Adam's throat below his ear. “I'll fuck you. Good and hard.” He added a second finger, scissored and twisted them until he could fit in a third and Adam was arching up against him. His youngest brother wasn't quite stretched enough for him, but Adam had asked to feel it and, oh, Dean would make him feel every inch as he sank balls-deep inside his unyielding body.
