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DISCONTINUED.
“Take the pillow with you. Once you’re in position, lock your wrists again.”
The almost inaudible sound of Dean’s button popping open has Sam’s cock thumping against the couch. He’s so hard he doesn’t know what to do with himself, but he angles his hips as far away as he can so that he doesn’t rut up against the soft, inviting solid structure in front of him. He hasn’t been told that he can, and he also isn’t so sure he can go more than one stroke before coming embarrassingly fast.
“Such a good boy… My good baby boy. You’re killing me here, Sammy,” Dean comments, tugging down his zipper and freeing his cock in the next few seconds, jeans bunched up underneath his thighs–crushed against the couch cushions. Sam moans as Dean angles his cock towards him, leaking slit pointing directly at the crease between his mouth. There’s nothing he wants more than to get his lips on it, but he’s prepared to wait as long as it takes for Dean to tell him to, “You want to suck my cock, sweetheart?”