Gibson Girl

Like a bully almost.

dean prone boning sam with his huge bicep wrapped around his neck. his entire weight is resting on sam’s body, and his erection is driving into that tight hole with his pelvis rhythmically slapping against sam’s plush ass.

and it’s just too good on sam’s end, the constant thrusts of dean’s cock jabbing at his prostate and him being suffocated by dean’s muscular arm has his brain turning into mush and his own cock leaking on the mattress. there is not a single coherent word that is slipping past his mouth besides the little mewls and high-pitched moans.

sam can’t squirm away either; with the very little strength that he has, he takes every deep stroke dean is giving him. and he doesn’t realize that he’s starting to drool on his bicep till dean lifts his head with his other hand, where he sees a string of saliva connected from his mouth to dean’s arm. the room may have spun on a tilted axis, but his brother was the only pull sam needed. dropping his chin into the meat of dean’s bicep, sam clamped down. and dean just stares down at the messy, slobber-soaked display, chuckling as he tightens his hold. it wasn't a malicious bite, but a dull gnawing.

• Dean absolutely loves to take sam to bars and get him completely plastered, dean has a better alcohol tolerance than sam so it doesn’t take that many drinks to get him there

and he loves taking care of sam so he’s being a good big brother carrying him to the car and to whatever motel they are at and the second sam is blacked out on the bed dean takes advantage because he knows sam will be out for awhile

keeping him face down on his stomach and slowly moving inside him, dean knows sam won’t wake up but he wants to be sure and keep him asleep because he loves fucking sam’s limp body and cumming inside him, never covering his tracks but sam doesn’t say shit so dean keeps doing it—but sam noticed and he LOVES IT