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Sam removed Dean’s pants, revealing his red silk panties, and Dean was filled with erotic elation. Dean used to secretly change into boxers before sex with Sam, but that time was ages behind him. In those days Dean was profoundly ashamed that he wore panties, but in Heaven it was easier to process emotions. It was easier to love himself, panties and all. He had told Sam the truth a few months after their reunion.
“Mmm,” Sam hummed as he gazed at the garment, “are those new?”
“Yeah,” Dean replied, “got a bunch of new pairs this morning. You like?”
“Mmm,” Sam repeated, “you look gorgeous.”
Dean grinned at the praise.
“Model them for me?” Sam suggested.
Pleased and aroused, Dean climbed off their shared bed and stood before Sam. His shirts had been stripped before his pants, and he now wore only the panties. He struck a few poses, then ran his hands all over his body, saving his hard, silk-covered bulge for last. He watched Sam’s lustful eyes on him. Though Sam was still wearing his pants, Dean could detect his large bulge. With his gaze locked on Sam’s clothed hardness, Dean rubbed his own bulge of firm flesh. He enjoyed the sensation of the silk against his cock as he touched himself. After a few moments of stroking his erection through his panties, Dean spun around to display his backside. He arched his back, sticking out his ass, and gave it a wiggle. He reached behind himself and caressed his hands over the silk.
“You look so damn good in those,” Sam spoke, voice heavy with desire. “I love the red. You’ll have to model the other new ones for me later.”
Dean turned to face him and nodded joyfully. He imagined the fashion show he would give, and the evident delight Sam would take in it. He beamed at his beloved baby brother, feeling tender amidst his arousal.
“Come here,” Sam said as he patted the spot beside him. Dean dove back onto the bed and pulled Sam into a hard kiss. Sam kissed him back fervently. When their lips parted, Dean hurried to remove Sam’s clothes. Sam adjusted his body position as needed to assist Dean in stripping him. When Sam was nude, Dean stared at his huge, hard cock. He reached out for it and wrapped his hand around the wide shaft. “Fuck yeah,” Dean spoke with passion, “I want it inside me.”
Sam planted a few kisses on Dean’s neck then whispered into his ear, “soon.” Dean’s body shivered with desire for an instant and a soft moan spilled from between his lips. “But first,” Sam continued, and then he placed his hand on the crotch of Dean’s panties. The warmth of his hand through the silk drove Dean mad with yearning; he jerked his hips once and made an eager grunt. “First,” Sam whispered again, “I want you to come in your pretty panties.”
“Sammy,” Dean breathed. Sam began to rub his hand up and down the length of Dean’s cock through the silk. Dean rested his head against Sam’s shoulder as Sam started to quicken his movements. Sam rubbing Dean’s panties was thrilling all on its own, but Dean found an added layer of joy in the approval the action showed. Every instant of Sam’s touch was a reminder that Sam was more than okay with Dean wearing panties. He was aroused by the very habit that once filled Dean with self-hatred. Dean was beyond accepted; he was embraced.
With his free hand, Sam caressed along the curve of Dean’s shoulder and down the length of his arm. He picked up Dean's hand and brought it to his mouth, then pressed his lips to its palm. Dean sighed blissfully. Sam applied more pressure with the hand that was on Dean’s cock and Dean began to rock his hips, leaning into Sam’s touch. When Sam started to gently suck Dean’s fingers into his mouth as he rubbed him, Dean made a soft sound of fond lust. His cock felt eager, pressed beneath the silk and Sam’s moving hand. Dean kissed Sam’s shoulder over and over.
“Sammy,” Dean murmured against Sam’s skin.
“Dean,” Sam whispered into his ear. He gave Dean’s cock a rapid rub, then moved his hand away. Dean raised his head and whimpered longingly. Sam pressed a sweet kiss to Dean’s mouth, then grasped his body and, in one smooth motion, pulled Dean on top of him and slipped his thigh between Dean’s legs. Delighted to find himself straddling Sam’s muscular thigh, Dean immediately began to grind his silk-clad hardness against it. Sam took Dean’s face into his hands and kissed him fiercely. Dean worked his pelvis madly as they kissed, humping Sam’s thigh with fury.
Soon Dean grew lost in the sensations. He yearned to set free his nagging orgasm, to spill on the silk of his panties against Sam’s thigh. Sam slid one of his hands to the back of Dean’s neck and massaged it as he continued to kiss him. Dean kept on thrusting his hips with passion, rubbing his hardness against Sam’s thigh with increasing speed. He broke the kiss to cry out with need. He swore and grunted and kissed Sam’s neck and shoulders and chest. Sam ran his hands down Dean’s back and squeezed his ass cheeks, hidden beneath the smooth, red fabric. He cupped and kneaded the flesh, heightening Dean’s desire. In time Dean became too desperate to delay his climax any longer; with a final, fervent thrust he came, his seed wetting the silk as he drowned in his ecstasy and screamed – Sammy.
Dean was still in a postorgasmic haze when Sam grabbed him with a possessive grunt and bent him over the edge of the bed. Dean moaned as a hot thrill ran through his body. He settled his chest and stomach against the bed and wiggled his ass invitingly. A moment later he felt Sam place his large erection against the ass of his panties. Sam started to work his hips, rubbing himself against the silk that covered Dean’s crack.
“The silk feels so good against my cock,” Sam groaned.
“Fuck yeah.”
After a few minutes of sliding his hardness against the silk, Sam grasped the waistband of Dean’s panties and pulled them down. They fell to Dean’s ankles and Dean stepped out of them. Sam picked them up and set them on the bed. He returned his cock to its spot between Dean’s cheeks, only this time there was no fabric to separate them. For a few still moments, Dean cherished the feeling of Sam’s hard shaft resting against the outside of his hole. In time, though, Dean grew impatient. He craved penetration. He craved the sensation of Sam’s cock filling him.
“Put it inside me,” he moaned. He was overwhelmed by his yearning to be as close to Sam as possible. He needed the union of their bodies like he needed air. “Sammy, I want your cock.”
“Dean,” Sam spoke in a gravelly voice. In Heaven, there was always lube when you needed it and so an instant later Dean felt Sam’s slippery cock push gradually into him. He cried out with pleasure as he was filled and stretched.
“So big, so good,” Dean panted.
“You like my cock, don’t you?” Sam asked as he began to slide in and out of Dean’s hole. “You like it inside your tight little ass.”
“Yes, fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck me hard, I love it.”
“I know you do,” Sam spoke low. Dean made a soft moan and Sam gripped his hips hard and started to slam in and out of him. His huge cock rushing into Dean’s channel over and over felt glorious. His hardness rubbed against Dean’s most private, sensitive spot and Dean felt wild with pleasure. Sam pounded his hole on and on, grunting and groaning and occasionally moaning Dean’s name. Dean heard vast sounds of devotion pour from between his own lips as he took Sam repeatedly inside him. He felt like he belonged to Sam in the most intimate, dazzling way.
Suddenly their bedroom door, which they had left slightly ajar, creaked further open. Dean looked to the source of the sound and found Miracle, their dog, with his food dish in his mouth. He set the food dish on the floor and began to whimper.
“Damn it,” Sam said as he stopped his thrusts. “Did you forget to feed him his dinner? It was your turn.”
“You distracted me,” Dean exclaimed. “I’ll feed him after. Shoo, Miracle, shoo.”
Miracle only whimpered louder.
Sam made a frustrated noise and removed his cock from Dean’s channel. Dean uttered a sad sound of loss.
“Just go feed him,” Sam said. “He’s not going to leave us alone until you do.”
“God damn it, Miracle,” Dean grumbled. He picked up the bowl and made his way to the kitchen. Miracle followed with a wagging tail. Dean fed him grumpily, then hurried back to the bedroom, this time closing the door behind him.
“Furry little mood killer,” Dean muttered.
“Don’t worry,” Sam said gruffly, “we can get the mood back.”
With a hungry look in his eye, Sam grabbed Dean and threw him onto the bed. Dean made a gleeful sound as he landed on his back on the plush mattress. Sam climbed on top of him and kissed his mouth with fury. Roughly, he folded Dean’s legs back toward his stomach, exposing his ass. He gazed at it with an expression of rugged longing and deep appreciation that made Dean yearn to be taken.
“Fuck yes, fuck me,” Dean breathed.
Urgently, Sam guided his cock back into Dean’s hole. Dean groaned low as he was filled once again. Sam began to snap his hips, pushing and pulling himself rapidly in and out of Dean’s ass. A series of docile moans spilled from between Dean’s lips until they were silenced by Sam's kiss, by his mouth crushing Dean’s mouth with weighty need. The brothers kissed with passion as Sam fucked Dean faster and faster. Sam made muffled sounds of lust against Dean’s mouth while his hips worked.
Eventually, Sam broke the kiss to cry out. Dean slid his fingers into Sam’s soft hair and kissed his neck over and over. Sam’s noises were booming and free, and Dean knew that his orgasm was nearing.
“Come inside me, Sammy,” Dean murmured.
“Dean, fuck,” Sam called, and then he gave a final, brutal thrust and groaned richly as he pushed his cock deep inside Dean’s ass and writhed for a lengthy moment, shooting his seed vehemently into Dean’s body. Dean watched the pleasure play across Sam’s face as his climax washed over him, and it was utterly beautiful. He thought he could have gazed at it for all of eternity.
After their sex was done, Sam and Dean climbed under the covers and huddled close.
“We’re so lucky,” Sam said cozily as they settled in.
“Yeah?”
“I mean, these days a dog interrupting our sex is our biggest problem.”
“Yeah,” Dean replied with a warm chuckle, “we are lucky.”
Just then they heard a scratching at the bedroom door. With a beleaguered sigh, Dean tore himself from Sam’s arms to let Miracle inside. Having apparently finished his meal, the dog jumped up onto the bed and curled up at its foot. Dean gave Miracle’s head a thorough pet; he couldn’t stay mad at that sweet face. Afterward, he climbed back under the covers beside Sam. Soon all three of them were dozing peacefully.