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Sam and Dean were both vers and generally took turns bottoming, but sometimes they were both in the mood to be fucked and that’s when they took out their double dildo. On one such night, the brothers shed their clothes and kissed each other’s mouths for a long, tender moment. When they pulled apart, Dean lay on the motel room’s beaten couch. He rested his head on one of its arms and spread his legs. Sam lay down facing him, his head at the other arm of the couch, then spread his legs too and layered them with bent knees on top of Dean’s legs, lining up their assholes.
As his cock stirred with excited anticipation, Sam slicked the double dildo with lube. Slowly, he pushed one end into his asshole. The smooth, slick plastic went in without much resistance and soon Sam was filled with its hardness. He let out a low moan and Dean watched his face, cherishing the sight of it as he urgently looked forward to his own blissful penetration. Sam brought the other end of the double dildo to Dean’s nearby hole and pushed the slippery head inside. Dean swore lustfully and Sam worked the dildo further into him as Dean scooted nearer to welcome it inside.
Dean reached a hand below his thigh and gripped the dildo in the middle, in the exposed section between their bare, eager bodies. He started to glide the dildo back and forth, driving it into their channels in turn. When one end of the dildo was drawn back from Sam’s ass, the other end was pushed deep into Dean. When one end of the dildo was buried inside Sam, the other end was nearly absent from Dean’s insides. Soon their cocks both hardened. Sam reached out and wrapped one of his hands around Dean’s erection, then wrapped his other hand around his own. He began to stroke them with synchronized motions while Dean used the double dildo to fuck them both.
Sam and Dean savored their mirrored experiences; each had a hand pumping his cock, each had one end of a double dildo fucking his ass, and each was staring across their linked bodies into the eyes of his beloved. Dean began to move his hand on the dildo faster and Sam quickened his hands on their cocks in response. They both made sounds of need and drank in the matched love they witnessed in each other’s gazes. As Sam stroked their cocks at speed, he noted the particular feeling of them in his hands. He enjoyed observing the differences and similarities between them; they were both very large, but Dean was wider while Sam was longer. They both felt ecstatically firm in Sam’s hands as he jerked them. Dean moaned and began to work his hips, driving his channel onto his end of the dildo with hard enthusiasm and pushing Sam’s end deeper into him, fucking them both with passion. Sam cried out with pleasure as he was stretched, and the sound sent a wild thrill through Dean’s body.
In time Dean removed his hand from where it gripped the dildo and he and Sam began to slam their asses together, pushing the dildo deeper into each other as they pushed it deeper into themselves. Dean brought his hand to Sam’s cock and shooed Sam’s hand away from it. He curled his fingers around Sam’s shaft and Sam made a heavy, urgent sigh. Dean relished the sensation of Sam’s firmness in his hand as he started to stroke up and down his length. Soon Sam and Dean were jerking each other in time to the rhythmic collisions of their asses, the slam of flesh against flesh with plastic buried deep inside, visible only in the brief moments when they pulled slightly apart.
Time passed dreamily – hot and sweaty and joyful – but eventually Sam and Dean both started to grow eager for their climaxes. From the intensity of their sounds and motions, each brother could tell that the other was also craving release. The next time their asses were flush, the dildo entirely hidden by their insides, Sam pushed Dean’s hand away from his cock and pressed their cocks together, wrapping his large hand around them both at once. Dean swore and leaned back as Sam jerked them as one, their firm shafts crushed ecstatically against each other and the dildo unmoving and inhumanly hard within them.
Sam stroked them for what seemed to them both like measureless ages, his hand moving with urgent, tender need on their throbbing erections. Though it felt to the brothers like an infinite amount of time, in truth it wasn’t long at all before they found themselves on the edge. They both held themselves there, wanting to coordinate their releases. Their confined orgasms screamed inside them, begging and pleading and demanding to be set free, but Sam and Dean kept them in check. They both yearned to share the keenest moment of erotic and romantic pleasure with each other, to come as one.
“Wanna come, Sammy?” Dean panted.
“Yes, now,” Sam groaned low, and the brothers pulsed desperately against each other within Sam’s grasp and spilled their seed over each other’s cocks, climaxing in the same moment. The wet proof of their passion overflowed from the heads of their freshly sated erections, mixing into one substance as it dripped down their joint shafts and over Sam’s accomplished hand while Dean called out – Sammy, Sammy – and Sam made a sound that was nearly a growl. Their exploding lust ran through their connected forms like a sparkling river of bliss, and they felt their love with deep intensity. In the lengthy moments that followed, Sam and Dean watched each other’s faces glow with postorgasmic delight as they floated joyfully down from their peaks.
Once the dildo had been removed and set aside, Sam and Dean cuddled together on the couch and stroked each other’s bare skin. Sam kissed Dean’s hair and they held each other’s hands. They stayed in one another’s arms for a long time, cherishing a profoundly comfortable silence, breathing air that was heavy with love and devotion and so much closeness that the brothers could hardly remember they were two people. Dean felt cozy and serene. He started to drift off and Sam watched him fall into a peaceful slumber, then closed his own eyes and slept for hours in Dean’s embrace – the safest place in all of existence. It didn’t matter what motel they were in, or what state; as long as they were together, Sam and Dean were home.