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Sam kisses his brother for hours, senses overloaded with Dean’s taste; his scent. His hand traps Dean’s wrists; his legs hold Dean’s down, but that’s just for fun. Dean’s so wrapped up in power that Sam could be across the room and his brother would be unable to escape.
Dean’s struggles have weakened, but Sam’s not fooled. The second he relaxes, Dean will make his move and then Sam will show him just how futile resistance is. He releases Dean’s mouth; inhales his breathless curses.
The room’s still too clean; too quiet. It’s time for the real fun to start.