Dean rolls up to the cabin after a long hunt, exhausted with a fresh roadkill deer bleeding out in the trunk. He drags the carcass out back, slit it open, and skins it right there in the yard. He reeks of thick stench of dried deer blood, beer, cigarette smoke, and wet forest dirt clinging to his skin and clothes. He stalks straight into the house still covered in gore and sweat.
Sam had just stepped out of the shower, skin is pink and damp, he smells like soap and powdered sugar. The second Dean gets close, that rank, masculine stink hits Sam. He wrinkles his nose and tries to pull away. Big mistake.
“The fuck’s the matter, wifey?” Dean growls, grabbing Sam by the jaw with his blood-stained hand. “Can’t even look at your man after he’s been out working?”
Sam’s little flinch pisses Dean off. He slaps him across the face, the crack loud in the small room. Sam's face is on the side, Dean takes it in his hand, he takes a good look at his clean face, he sneers. “Now you'll find out what a real man smells like.” He grabs Sam by the scruff of the neck and pulls him down by force, Sam still holding the towel wrapped around his skinny body. Dean pulls him to his groin, despite Sam's protests.
Sam reluctantly parts his lips and takes Dean’s heavy, sweaty cock into his mouth. It’s already slick with precum. Sam winces at the taste, but Dean doesn’t hesitate. He starts fucking Sam’s mouth in deep, demanding strokes. Dean growls as pleasure builds, then pulls out and cums across Sam’s pretty face in thick, hot stripes.
Without giving Sam a chance to recover, Dean shoves him face-first over the arm of the sofa. he’s completely naked, exposed pale, smooth ass that still warm from the shower. Dean spits on his hand, smears the saliva over his thick cock, and forces his way inside Sam’s tight hole. Sam cries out, but Dean only groans in raw pleasure, his hips snapping forward hard.
“Fuck, that’s good… Missed this tight little cunt,” Dean grunts, pounding into him. His blood-stained hands grip Sam’s hips tightly. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as Dean’s heavy balls smack rhythmically against Sam’s ass.
“That’s it, boy. Take care of your big brother like a good little wife.”
Sweat, blood, and precum smear across Sam’s freshly cleaned skin as Dean flips him, bends him, and fills him again… He finally has the soft, warm, young body he’d been craving all day.
After a few thrusts, Dean buries himself deep and cums hard with a guttural groan, flooding Sam with thick pulses of cum. He stays inside him for a moment, then slowly pulls out, watching a thick trail leak down Sam’s thigh. Dean slaps his ass possessively and yanks him upright by the hair.
“Get in the kitchen and cook that deer,” he orders, “I’m fucking starving.”
Sam’s legs shake as he stands and Dean smirks, tucking himself back into his jeans.
“Make it good, Sammy. A proper wife feeds her husband after he’s worked up an appetite.”
