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Mmmm, now that you’re as ready as I am, how should we start? Sam asks, once he’s got his brother’s dick hard and leaking. He slides Dean’s thighs apart and drags him roughly onto his lap. Like this? You’d look so hot riding me, you don’t even know.
Dean lets out a string of frantic curses and his brother laughs. Yeah, you’re right; our first time should be a little more hardcore than that. He reaches up to undo the chains and tips Dean onto his back, grabbing his wrists and fastening them tightly to the bedposts.
Dean’s legs are still splayed on either side of his brother’s and Sam runs a hand up one thigh, twisting the skin between his fingernails hard enough to bruise. Gonna spread your legs nice and wide for me, baby? Or should I do it for you?
Dean tenses, desperately trying to lock his muscles but Sam maneuvers his limbs like he’s positioning a doll. He fastens thick cuffs around his brother’s thighs, hooking them to short chains that hold him firmly in place, then releases his power, watching the helpless rage on his brother’s face as he struggles futilely against his bonds.
Showtime.