top soulless sam x bottom dean whos trying not to cry because his sammy would never be this rough with him. If anything he always told sam he could be rougher with him. Now he wishes he had his gentle, lovemaking, whimpering little brother back
said the opposite. samβs research had paid off.
deanβs hips are moving slightly, a small rotation offered as he pushed back, pressing himself against his baby brotherβs face a tad harsher. his hips lift slightly, then drag down, swiping samβs nose softly.
οΏ½οΏ½christ sammyββ
a low tumble of groans was constantly flowing from the older winchesterβs mouth. teeth grip hard on his lower lip as he tried to focus, but deanβs head eventually tips back and heβs swearing.
βfuck, weβre supposed to be workinβ a job.β
despite his verbal protests his body [...]
sammy hums softly against him, almost thoughtful, like heβs taking his time learning every reaction, every tell.
βgo on,β he murmurs, voice low. βkeep reading.β
but his grip tightens just enough to say he already knowsβ- dean's not getting through a single word.