"You need to show me a little respect, Sam," Benny drawls, nipping at Sam's bare thighs, pushing his legs further apart. "You're a lippy little thing, ain't you?"
Sam groans, fingers gripping Benny's hair. "Shut up - God, just shut up."
Benny smirks, humming along his heated skin, drinking in the sight of Sam's hole. "What you need, sweetheart, is a cock splittin' you open. "Fillin' up your pink with come." He slides his middle finger down and slips it into Sam's hole to the first knuckle.
Sam gasps, face flushing hot. "You -"
"Nice an' wet, aren't you? Like you knew I was coming." He starts fingering him, cock twitching at the squelch of Sam's ass.
Sam gasps, gripping the sheets, cock drooling over his belly. He's biting his lip, trying so hard to keep quiet.
Benny pulls his finger free, replacing it with the head of his cock. He teases him, lets precome dribble over Sam's entrance before pushing in.
Sam arches, clenching around Benny's dick, mouth slack.
"What would Dean say?" Benny whispers, filling him with each thrust in. "If he saw you like this? All nice an' tight an' wet around my dick?"
A whimper escapes his mouth, cock jerking as Benny fucks into him.
"Shoulda just asked for a good dicking, Sam, instead of trying to kill me. Could have bent you over and solved this right then and there." He grazes his fangs over Sam's neck.
Sam comes - shoots off unexpectedly, clamping around Benny's cock like a vise, stomach contracting as he makes a mess all over himself. His mouth's hanging open as he gasps for breath, Benny fucking him through the aftershocks.
"Oh," Benny groans. "Felt that. Felt your little pussy go off, sweetheart." He reaches for Sam's dick, and starts jerking him - knowing damn well he just came and is sensitive.
Sam cries out, clamping down again - a second, drier orgasm wringing from his body.
Benny groans, shooting off inside Sam, filling him up. "Fuck! Oh, fuck, Sam. Fillin' up your pretty little cunt. Feels so good."
Sam should be embarrassed, humiliated - but the dirty talk just turns him on even more. He can feel Benny's load inside him, leaking out slowly.
Benny pulls out, smirking. "Oh - oh, shit. Look at that." He touches Sam's hole where he's dripping. "Looks gorgeous, sweetheart. Should I eat you? Clean you up? Or maybe we just put your underwear back on, give your ass a pat, and send you back to Dean."
Sam whimpers, moving his fingers down to feel the wetness there. He presses two inside himself, rocking slowly.
"Oh," Benny groans. "I see how it is. Let me watch you for a bit, cher. Wanna see you come on your fingers."
