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“Knew you were a good dancer,” Dean groaned, his hands landing high on my waist while Sam’s curled around my hips. “Didn’t know you were this good,” he said, pressing close enough that I could feel the bulge at his pelvis pressing against my hip at the same time Sam maneuvered behind me so I could feel his, too. “God, want you so bad.” I smiled wickedly.
“Oh, yeah? You think you can handle me?” I taunted. He lifted his head a little and an equally devious smile curled his lips.
“Honestly? No…” he whispered, sending a glance over my shoulder. “At least not by myself… But with a little teamwork…” My breath caught in my throat. “What da ya say, Sammy?” He swung his gaze back to me and ground his erection into my leg. “Feel like showing her how well we work together?”
“Fuck, yeah,” he whispered, his lips right by my ear, brushing against the shell as he spoke before kissing it gently. “How about it, (Y/N)?” he asked, the hands on my hips squeezing a little bit harder so he could grind his straining zipper against my ass. “Think *you* can handle both of *us*?”
“I’ll certainly try!”