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tamingthemuseTitle: Beyond All Repair [6b/?]
Prompt: 246 - monarch
Fandom: Supernatural
Warning: Dean/Adam Wincest. PWP.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1000
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.
A/N: LJ is being dumb for some reason, so I'll link back to part 6a and unlock it when it figures out what it's doing.
oxoxo
Adam pushed at Dean until he backed off, fingers slipping free of his ass roughly. He shoved his pillows off the bed as he climbed to his hands and knees, stance wide as he presented himself to his brother. “C'mon, Dean. Please.”
Dean bit at his lip, hands going to Adam's hips. He leaned forward, thumbs pressing into the skin of Adam's ass to gently pull his cheeks apart, swept the flat of his tongue over his brother's reddened, worked-open hole. He tasted musk and sweat, curled the tip of his tongue into the tight pucker and made Adam moan and rock back against his mouth.
“Fuck. Come on.” Adam's voice was strained, tinged with desperation and lust.
“Yeah.” Dean rose to his knees, moved between Adam's legs, and took his own cock in hand, slowly pressing himself into Adam's hole. There was so much friction.
Adam arched his back, tilted his hips, tried to find an angle that lessened the burning stretch of Dean entering him. But nothing eased the pain. He bit at his lip until he tasted the copper tang of blood, dropped his head to his now-folded arms on the mattress, and tried to stay quiet.
Buried inside Adam, Dean stilled, rubbed his hands up Adam's back and down his sides. “You doin' okay?”
Adam nodded, pushed up onto his elbows. “Yeah. Just...Just let me...”
“Okay.” Dean kept stroking Adam's overheated flesh, down his thighs and back up, hands skimming low across Adam's abs and belly. His right hand curled around Adam's half-hard dick and slowly started jerking him off.
“Oh, God,” Adam breathed, gently thrusting into Dean's fist. The movement caused Dean's dick to pull from his ass just the slightest bit. He groaned.
“Feel so good,” Dean said against Adam's back, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss between his shoulder blades before thrusting back inside. He kept working Adam's dick in his hand, shallowly fucking into his ass.
Pain slowly became pleasure with every press of Dean's cock into his body. It wasn't long before he was pushing back. “Dean. Shit.”
“Can I...?”
“Yeah.” He braced himself against the mattress as Dean straightened behind him, his hands slipping back to Adam's hips as he pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, pleasure bursting through his body when Dean hit that spot deep inside him. “Oh- oh, God.”
Adam was moving with him, with every thrust, rocking back into him and Dean just thrust harder. “Fuck, so good. You're so tight.” He was so close already, wasn't going to be able to last much longer with the sounds Adam made, the way he moved his body.
“Harder. Please, just- Please.” Dean had gripped his hips so hard, fingertips pressing into his skin, surely leaving bruises. Adam couldn't care, wanted his brother to leave marks, make him hurt, feel. And, in that moment, he did. Felt everything. The heat and thickness of Dean inside of him, the stick of their sweaty skin when they touched and pulled apart, the throbbing of his blood through his veins.
Dean came hard, shuddering against Adam's body, hips stuttering as he filled his brother. With a moan, he slipped free from the tight heat of Adam's ass and flipped him over, shoving him down to the disheveled sheets. “Look at you.” He knocked Adam's thighs apart, knelt between them as he leaned up to claim his mouth in a slow, dirty kiss.
Adam arched his body up into Dean's, tried to make contact, find friction; he was painfully hard, wanted to come so bad. His mind flashed back on that butterfly in his collection, orange and black wings of the Monarch spread wide and pinned down. Dean held his arms down in a similar way, hands clasped together near Adam's head, elbows pointing out, as they kissed. Then Dean slipped down his body, trailing bites and sucking kisses, lips wrapping around the flushed, leaking head of his cock at the end of his journey.
As he sunk all the way down, Dean slipped two fingers into Adam's abused, come-slick hole and pressed them against his prostate. Adam spilled into his mouth instantly, crying out his name. “So good, Adam,” he said against his brother's hip before climbing back up his body and settling against his side.
“Mm,” Adam agreed, pressing closer to the heat of Dean's body, tangling their legs together. “Can you stay a while?”
“Yeah,” he said into Adam's hair. He had no intention of going back to his empty, lonely motel room just yet. He'd have to leave Windom soon enough.
“Can I see you tomorrow? After school?” Adam asked sleepily, tip of his nose grazing the underside of Dean's jaw as he shifted impossibly closer.
“I could pick you up,” Dean suggested and pulled back enough he could kiss Adam. “We could hang out before you mom goes to work...”
“I suppose we could hang out.”
Dean could feel Adam's grin against his throat. “Makes me think you just want me for sex.”
Adam was silent for a long stretch of moments, not denying Dean's claim. “But it's really good sex,” he finally said.
“It is.”
“You know that's not all I want you for, right?” He got an arm underneath himself so he could lean up and look at Dean.
Dean skimmed his hand up Adam's side, fingers fitting between the ridges of his ribs. “I know.”
Adam closed his mouth over Dean's. “Good.”
Adam settled back against him and it wasn't long before his breathing evened out and he fell asleep. Dean didn't dare let himself nod off, couldn't risk the possibility of not waking back up before Kate arrived home. But he stayed for a couple more hours, just holding Adam, covered his brother up with the blanket that had fallen to the floor before he dressed and headed back to his motel.
Prompt: 246 - monarch
Fandom: Supernatural
Warning: Dean/Adam Wincest. PWP.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1000
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.
A/N: LJ is being dumb for some reason, so I'll link back to part 6a and unlock it when it figures out what it's doing.
Adam pushed at Dean until he backed off, fingers slipping free of his ass roughly. He shoved his pillows off the bed as he climbed to his hands and knees, stance wide as he presented himself to his brother. “C'mon, Dean. Please.”
Dean bit at his lip, hands going to Adam's hips. He leaned forward, thumbs pressing into the skin of Adam's ass to gently pull his cheeks apart, swept the flat of his tongue over his brother's reddened, worked-open hole. He tasted musk and sweat, curled the tip of his tongue into the tight pucker and made Adam moan and rock back against his mouth.
“Fuck. Come on.” Adam's voice was strained, tinged with desperation and lust.
“Yeah.” Dean rose to his knees, moved between Adam's legs, and took his own cock in hand, slowly pressing himself into Adam's hole. There was so much friction.
Adam arched his back, tilted his hips, tried to find an angle that lessened the burning stretch of Dean entering him. But nothing eased the pain. He bit at his lip until he tasted the copper tang of blood, dropped his head to his now-folded arms on the mattress, and tried to stay quiet.
Buried inside Adam, Dean stilled, rubbed his hands up Adam's back and down his sides. “You doin' okay?”
Adam nodded, pushed up onto his elbows. “Yeah. Just...Just let me...”
“Okay.” Dean kept stroking Adam's overheated flesh, down his thighs and back up, hands skimming low across Adam's abs and belly. His right hand curled around Adam's half-hard dick and slowly started jerking him off.
“Oh, God,” Adam breathed, gently thrusting into Dean's fist. The movement caused Dean's dick to pull from his ass just the slightest bit. He groaned.
“Feel so good,” Dean said against Adam's back, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss between his shoulder blades before thrusting back inside. He kept working Adam's dick in his hand, shallowly fucking into his ass.
Pain slowly became pleasure with every press of Dean's cock into his body. It wasn't long before he was pushing back. “Dean. Shit.”
“Can I...?”
“Yeah.” He braced himself against the mattress as Dean straightened behind him, his hands slipping back to Adam's hips as he pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, pleasure bursting through his body when Dean hit that spot deep inside him. “Oh- oh, God.”
Adam was moving with him, with every thrust, rocking back into him and Dean just thrust harder. “Fuck, so good. You're so tight.” He was so close already, wasn't going to be able to last much longer with the sounds Adam made, the way he moved his body.
“Harder. Please, just- Please.” Dean had gripped his hips so hard, fingertips pressing into his skin, surely leaving bruises. Adam couldn't care, wanted his brother to leave marks, make him hurt, feel. And, in that moment, he did. Felt everything. The heat and thickness of Dean inside of him, the stick of their sweaty skin when they touched and pulled apart, the throbbing of his blood through his veins.
Dean came hard, shuddering against Adam's body, hips stuttering as he filled his brother. With a moan, he slipped free from the tight heat of Adam's ass and flipped him over, shoving him down to the disheveled sheets. “Look at you.” He knocked Adam's thighs apart, knelt between them as he leaned up to claim his mouth in a slow, dirty kiss.
Adam arched his body up into Dean's, tried to make contact, find friction; he was painfully hard, wanted to come so bad. His mind flashed back on that butterfly in his collection, orange and black wings of the Monarch spread wide and pinned down. Dean held his arms down in a similar way, hands clasped together near Adam's head, elbows pointing out, as they kissed. Then Dean slipped down his body, trailing bites and sucking kisses, lips wrapping around the flushed, leaking head of his cock at the end of his journey.
As he sunk all the way down, Dean slipped two fingers into Adam's abused, come-slick hole and pressed them against his prostate. Adam spilled into his mouth instantly, crying out his name. “So good, Adam,” he said against his brother's hip before climbing back up his body and settling against his side.
“Mm,” Adam agreed, pressing closer to the heat of Dean's body, tangling their legs together. “Can you stay a while?”
“Yeah,” he said into Adam's hair. He had no intention of going back to his empty, lonely motel room just yet. He'd have to leave Windom soon enough.
“Can I see you tomorrow? After school?” Adam asked sleepily, tip of his nose grazing the underside of Dean's jaw as he shifted impossibly closer.
“I could pick you up,” Dean suggested and pulled back enough he could kiss Adam. “We could hang out before you mom goes to work...”
“I suppose we could hang out.”
Dean could feel Adam's grin against his throat. “Makes me think you just want me for sex.”
Adam was silent for a long stretch of moments, not denying Dean's claim. “But it's really good sex,” he finally said.
“It is.”
“You know that's not all I want you for, right?” He got an arm underneath himself so he could lean up and look at Dean.
Dean skimmed his hand up Adam's side, fingers fitting between the ridges of his ribs. “I know.”
Adam closed his mouth over Dean's. “Good.”
Adam settled back against him and it wasn't long before his breathing evened out and he fell asleep. Dean didn't dare let himself nod off, couldn't risk the possibility of not waking back up before Kate arrived home. But he stayed for a couple more hours, just holding Adam, covered his brother up with the blanket that had fallen to the floor before he dressed and headed back to his motel.
