Title : Can’t Take The Sky From Me
Author : boykingsqueen
Fandom : Supernatural
Pairing : Sam/Dean
Rating : NC-17 (total PWP)
Word Count: 850 +
Summary: In a clearing off the road, Sam and Dean play to play stars.
Dean Sam is inside, pushing and breaking through into the burning heat and invited to be consumed, destroyed, disappear. Dean growls, and bites his brother's neck, sinking its nails into your back muscles strong and repeated "Sam. Sam. Sam. " in a voice that sounds like a pain but it speaks of pure ecstasy, which can hardly endure.
Sam accelerates the movement of her hips swaying because seeing his brother sitting, inserted, built on his cock, full of it and asking for more is a shot n gravitational absolutely irresistible. You need to give more, you need see his cum dripping, covered from head to toe in Ely Dean needs you need and want and pray and shout his name and complete and not do it because he always wants more.
"Yes, well. Stronger. More "Dean demand and Sam wants you, you must comply.
Possessive, one arm around Dean's waist and the other across his back. His hand clutched the shoulder of his brother, ensuring that the thrusts of his cock come in, the background, the center of everything that makes the universe has a reason.
Their bodies move in sync, bouncing into each other, sliding faster, faster, faster and when Sam finds his brother's eyes, bright and dark, her face framed by a satisfied smile and happy, Sam knows he can not fail to understand that the material making up the bond that unites them is malleable but indestructible.
Una supernova estalla y Sam estalla detrás de ella y ahí está, la Vía Láctea, goteando el blanco que los inflama y envuelve, los cubre y se resbala.
Sam apenas está volviendo de su viaje interestelar cuando Dean lo obliga a abandonar el mando y lo empuja hacia atrás hasta acostarlo. Dean se acomoda entonces entre sus piernas y comienza a lamer la evidencia que el evento cósmico dejó en el firmamento caramel color. Bring the fingers of one hand in his, collected from within yourself as you can of his brother's semen and nourishes it.
Sam's senses are sharpened instantly with the bitter taste, addictive, perfect and is on track to become overloaded again because Dean is sucking his cock and that mouth that going crazy. The two suck and lick and Dean is beginning to choke on that big piece of meat that is too much and not enough and the tears leaking from his eyes and smile, smile even though their and lips are unable to give and get busy and Sam is fucking her mouth fully bolted and "Dean!"
baby and Dean down and is not satisfied but his cock has other ideas. He urges Sam to be inside so come back to lubricate your fingers with the white sperm still dripping from himself and uses them to open it. Lax after her orgasm, Sam and Dean just hurry resists adding things fingers and tongue and lips on the task. Sam groans, gruñey is sifted. His brother he is presenting, communicating with the outside world with the infinite and then the whole at the exact moment that Dean buries his cock in it.
whole eons would have to make Sam runs over and over again while you are fucking nuclear reaction but the inside is already underway at devoted to work off button in the bowels of his brother. Pressed and pushed and abused until the machine takes darker and speed.
Sam is on the highway, a trail of obscenities spilling from his mouth driving them through the two belts of stars and entire galaxies. Dean holds Sam's hair strong, his journey is about to reach its destination, the light is so bright, so blinding you can not see anything. Just feels like it expands, collapses and explodes and there is, rezumbando in his ears, the summary and epitome of his life "Sam!"
Sam kisses the face, neck and shoulders of Dean, still walking, still moving, hard-pressed to complete the journey in which his brother put him in orbit. Sam maneuver, lies face down and placing it between her delicious thighs notes with door detail pink, shiny moisture. Pulsating still open, is your ticket to the immensity.
Sam sees the muscle stretch slowly, millimeter by millimeter, giving way to its absurdly generous inches hardness and vein. Sam is in a trance. It takes between two beautiful hands full moons and including a black hole consumes the matter in a tug of electromagnetic ends disintegrate, turning it into something else, leading to the afterlife.
Sam and Dean are lying on the Impala in a clearing off the road. Above their heads, the vast sky of stars extends ornate majesty. As they kiss, briefly anchored to Earth, both think the next time they are going to play.
