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The snap on Dean’s jeans opens with a tiny pop and Sam slowly lowers the zipper before slipping a hand inside. He looks up to gauge his brother’s reaction, just managing to jerk his head aside as Dean’s forehead nearly collides with his. Sam laughs as he easily blocks the knee that’s taking aim at his crotch and freezes Dean in place.
Now, where were we? Both hands dip beneath Dean’s waistband, one cupping his soft cock as the other probes between his tightly clenched ass cheeks. Think you can keep me out, Dean?
Sam tugs Dean’s jeans down, lifting one leg then the other to slide them off completely. They vanish the second they clear Dean’s toes and Sam sits back to admire the view. It’s not the first time he’s seen his brother’s body of course; Dean’s hardly modest. It’s the first time that body’s been set up for his viewing pleasure though and he’s going to enjoy every second of it.
He reaches out again, releasing Dean just enough that he can twist and squirm trying to evade his brother’s touch. That’s it, baby. Move like that when I’m inside you and this will be even better.