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Dean teaches his baby brother how to jerk off.
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Dean's jaw clenched. He should say no. He should be the responsible one. He was the one who watched the doors and checked the locks and made sure Sam never got hurt. Now, he was corrupting the baby brother he was supposed to protect. But Sam was looking at him like he would die without him, and Dean had never been able to say no to that look.
"One more," Dean swallowed. "Tell me if it hurts."
He used Sam's own come as lubricant, his hand sliding easy now, and this time he watched closely—the way Sam's eyes fluttered half-shut, the way his little cock disappeared and reappeared through the circle of Dean's fingers. Sam squirmed through the first minute, then started whining when nothing built.
Oversensitivity had him twitching, but every time Dean tried to let go, Sam grabbed him harder.
"It's not working." Tears spilled down Sam's cheeks. "Dean, it's not— I need—"
Dean let out a breath, he knew there was only one other thing he could do. Something he had done when John came home drunk and Dean was too exhausted to take his beatings, John’s hand heavy on the back of Dean’s head.
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Sam gets caught jacking off wearing Dean’s leather jacket.
Sam was moaning Dean's name like he always does whenever he knows he’s home alone with nothing but his hand on his cock and his mind on his brother—throbbing and wetting the fabric from sheer desperation. He was getting hard, the ache in his heart replaced with an ache in his cock.
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"You’re taking it so well," Dean groaned, his forehead resting against Sam’s shoulder, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Look at that pretty tummy, Sammy."Sam whimpered, his hands clutching at Dean’s shoulders, his nails digging into the skin. He felt overwhelmingly full, stuffed to the brim with his brother’s cock. Every inch that slid in dragged a ragged moan from his throat, his body torn between the urge to push away and the desperate need to take more. The size difference was glaring—Dean’s thick thighs framing Sam’s narrower hips, Dean’s heavy weight pinning him down, making him feel like a doll in his grasp.