sharing the pretty *g*

[mickeym]

So, this picture here. Really looks an awful lot like a floppy-haired gigantor we all know and love. Young(ish) Sammy, bent over a chair, waiting for Dean.







So, um. If anyone would want to icon this? I'd be happy to write them a little pornlet in thanks. *hopeful smile*

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[mickeym.livejournal.com]

Oh, my GOD. *swoons* I'm snagging the first one -- feel free to put 'em in your journal to share the pretty *g* As for what's going on. Well. :)

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"Stay just like that, Sammy. Don't move."

Sam whines softly, breath hissed through his teeth. The fabric of the chair feels rough against his over-sensitized skin, and all he wants to do is wiggle. Shift. Push his ass up and back, to tempt Dean into doing something.

"Be still." Dean smacks him once, hard and sharp, and Sam gasps as heat travels through him, slow and thick like warmed honey. "Mmm, that's nice." Dean smacks him again, fingers lingering, dipping down into the cleft between Sam's cheeks. "Should spank you more often, man."

"Please, Dean," is all Sam can manage, breath hitching in his chest as Dean trails his fingers gently over Sam's hole. "I need--"

"I know," Dean says softly, pressing lightly. "God, you should see yourself."

There's a quiet rustling behind him, and warmth coming close, Dean kneeling behind Sam. He shivers when Dean's hands -- big, strong, callouses a rough contrast -- cup his asscheeks, spreading them slowly.

Moist air teases him, then the slick slide of Dean's tongue moving over the tender, sensitive skin, just out of reach of where Sam wants to feel it most. He whines again, muscles clenching as he fights not to move, groaning when Dean spreads him wider and laps at him, tongue following each ridge and whorl, pressing against the muscle teasingly, almost tenderly.

"M-more," Sam stammers, breath coming in harsh, fast pants. He wants to move, wants to fuck forward against the chair and back onto Dean's tongue. Wants to feel Dean licking into him, tasting him, eating him.

"Jesus, Sammy." Dean growls the words against Sam's skin, scoring them with his teeth, and Sam realizes he said all that aloud. The grip Dean has on his ass tightens, skin spread almost painfully wide, and then Dean's fucking his tongue in and out, slick and hot and so good.

Sam shifts minutely, spit running wet down his thighs as Dean opens him, and it's too much, all the sensation surrounding him. He gives a low, hoarse cry and jerks once as he comes, cock untouched, body untouched but for Dean's hands holding him and tongue teasing him.

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*smooch*

[arabella-hope.livejournal.com]

Oh. Good. GOD.

yesyesyes, juuust like that.

[tabularassa.livejournal.com]

I am all over this post, but can you blame me, OMG...GUH. Alone time. LMAO

[bonbonschnecke.livejournal.com]

*Thud*
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Awesome babe