Sam staying still inside Dean until his brother is whining and squirming against Sam’s strong hold on his hips, turning him into a writhing wet mess beneath him before fucking Dean into oblivion
The gentle scent of massage oil filled the air, intermingling with their heady, worked up musk. It added a whole new level of enticement between the two of them. Between heated, assertive kisses that became deep, sensual and thorough, groans and grunts bleeding between lips, nips, bites, and licks..
Sam muffled a hitched groan into the crook of Dean’s neck at the feel of those calloused fingers on his bare skin, those bow-legged legs wrapped securely around his waist as they ground their hips together against the solid surface of the motel door. Heat coiled that much deeper in his gut as pleasure zinged through his cock, eliciting a moan from kiss swollen lips, hips rolling. “Hnng..”
”Dee..” Sam panted traced a teasing line up and down the tempting dip between his brother’s cheeks, occasionally kneading at the supple flesh of the older Winchester’s perky ass. “Gonna..” Wet, warm lips mouthed at the skin of Dean’s neck, “..go..” the flat side of his tongue licked a searing stripe over corded muscle, tasting salty sweat and ever addictive ‘Dean’, “nice, slow, n’ steady..” A mouthed bite just beneath his ear, deliberately grazing teeth over a stuttering pulsepoint, already knowing it’s effect, relishing the desperate, breathy moan it earned him.
He’d worked Dean up and up and up thus far, it was no surprise the blond was hardly coherent.
"Want it to feel good..mmm.." He finally allowed a large, oiled index finger to massage at the other’s entrance, “So good,” slowly encouraging the muscle to loosen enough to accept the tip of his finger, lifting his head to meet captivating lust darkened greens, their chests heaving together as he reveled in every little muffled groan and gorgeously needy sound that fell from the other’s tantalizing lips, the way those hips rocked on his finger, “when I fill you up.”
He wanted to be the best Dean had ever had, always. He wanted to erase everyone and anyone that had ever gotten to see his big brother like this before him in the past.
Decided to sketch instead of write my essay :3
First time I’ve drawn for myself in so long… It felt great.
Some more horror practice. I apologize for these—I know some of you might not like them. They are kind of intense.
(Putting these here for a bit. Enjoy! …maybe.)
The 1st one… I LOVE IT
I just know