Oh God, Sam thought he was going to die from the sensations coursing through his body. He lifted his hips as Dean squeezed his cock, then saw the way Dean was focused on his tip. A flush of embarrassment covered his cheeks when he noticed the liquid at his tip, but then Dean dipped his head down and his wet warm tongue swiped across its surface. The heat from that touch had Sam moaning. Then Dean was licking and teasing him, making him harder, making him need when he had thought there was no way he could want, need more.

When their eyes met, Sam knew Dean had to see how needy he was, how much h wanted more... needed it, but couldn't ask, couldn't force himself to. Something sparked between them and before Sam knew it, his shaft was being licked, then sucked into Dean's mouth. As he watched his cock disappear, another low groan broke from him. His hand slid down to the back of Dean's head, and he dared to pull him down closer, to show him he wanted more.

As Dean's head moved up and down, Sam felt his cock get slick and wet with Dean's saliva. The way he was having his balls squeezed, then his cock sucked felt like a fluid motion and had him panting for air. "Oh God... Dean," he licked his lips, his head moving from side to side as pleasure wracked his body. This was close, so close to the feelings in his dream, so close to those sensations that had him jerking off for hours trying to find satisfaction. This time, this time it was for real. And this time, he was close.

He started to thrash, to lose focus of the beautiful man whose lips were curled around him. Suddenly, Sam's body bowed back as he felt his balls tighten. He whimpered, trying to formulate a warning but was unable to. All he knew was that he needed to come, and would.

Dean felt the young man's balls draw close to his body, and knew his release was imminent. He felt the tension written in every line of Sam's body. His fingers having to tighten on the young man's hip to steady him when the boy started to thrash uncontrollably. Those sweet needy whimpers falling from Sam's lips telling him exactly what the beautiful boy wanted, what he needed, how much he wanted Dean to give it to him…

He took the beautiful cock as deep as he could into his mouth, into his throat, tightening his lips around the base of the thick shaft as he swallowed around Sam. Squeezing Sam's balls, practically milking the young man of his pleasure, and when he felt the first warm rush of the boy's seed hit the back of his throat, Dean couldn't contain his groan of pleasure. Sucking hard, taking everything from the young man that Sam gave and then some, savoring the sweet taste of pleasure and innocence spilling freely into his mouth. There was no more potent an aphrodisiac. Dean's trapped dick throbbed painfully, so hard he thought he just might come along with the young man.

No. He wouldn't. Dean knew where he wanted to come, and it was certainly not in his jeans.

Dean sucked on the young man's pulsing cock until Sam started to grow soft inside his mouth, and then he continued teasing the boy's spent dick until it began to harden again. As oversensitive as Sam was it didn't take long. Letting his fingers drift down from the young man's balls to slip between the cheeks of Sam's ass, teasing over the tight puckered opening, circling and lightly probing with the tip of his finger.

When he finally released the boy from his mouth Dean pulled back to look down at the young man. Practically groaning as his eyes drank in Sam's cock, hard and red resting against his abdomen, muscles glistening with sweat. The boy panting, breathless, his cheeks flushed and his eyes bright. Looking both fucked out and so desperate for more, he might just die if Dean stopped. He would not be so innocent anymore when Dean was through with him tonight, that much was for certain.

Dean draped himself over the young man once more as his fingers continued to tantalize his hole, capturing Sam's lips in a fiery kiss, letting the boy taste himself in Dean's mouth. He rubbed his aching dick alongside Sam's, even knowing the rough denim against the boy's over sensitive flesh would be almost painful.

"I want to be inside you." The demon whispered against the young man's lips when he finally allowed Sam to take a breath, rubbing his dick a little harder against the other man. "Say yes… and I'll give you more pleasure then you've ever dreamed of."

Sam had never come so hard or for so long. Only he had... in those dreams, those dreams of Dean that had him jerking off until he was sore and wondering if he was going mad. Now, seeing reality gave his dreams a run for their money, he knew it had to be Dean, he was just that good and Sam wasn't going nuts.

Even when he thought he was done, that Dean couldn't wring anything else from him, that his cock would be too sensitive to be touched, he was proven wrong. Dead wrong. A pained moan broke from him as Dean somehow managed to get his cock hard again. His head jerked back, eyes widening both in surprise and because of the sensations skittering through his system when Dean touched his hole.

Then Dean let him slip out from the warmth of his mouth, and Sam was taking a deep breath, trying to come up with the courage to offer him the same pleasure, when he found Dean on top of him and realized his hand hadn't strayed away from his hole. Then they were kissing hard again, and Sam felt Dean's rock hard erection pressing and rubbing against him, Dean's jeans rough and slightly painful against his skin, but his urgency doing things to Sam's insides. He remembered clearly what it felt like to be desperately hard, to need. He knew that was where Dean was right now. Knew he had to be dying to have a fist around his cock, or a mouth, knew he'd do either for Dean.

Then Dean lifted his head and was talking to him in that husky voice that sent Sam's pulse into overdrive again, asking ... asking to be inside him. Sam squirmed, guilt rushing through him as he once again felt how hard Dean was against him. Surely he wasn't asking too much.

Indecision warred inside him. The heat in Dean's eyes, the press of his body, the promise in his words had Sam wanting to say yes, for a hundred reasons. But he was cautious by nature, and had been very nervous about this, had vowed to himself all that would happen between them was more kissing and touching. Already, they were far beyond that.

"I could..." he closed his eyes for a moment, raising his hips slightly, needing the closeness despite the slight discomfort. "... do what you did for me." When he opened his eyes, the heat in Dean's was almost too much to bear. The question was still there, as if Sam hadn't answered, hadn't spoken. Sam's heart clenched. He licked his lips. "Alright," he nodded, "alright Dean. But ... I haven't..." he knew his face flushed.

Dean could see the hesitation in the young man’s eyes. If Sam denied him, the demon wasn’t sure he wouldn’t just take what he wanted anyway. Nothing else would satisfy him. Not even the boy’s offer to suck him off. Oh, he would most definitely feel those sweet lips wrapped around his cock soon, but that was not what Dean wanted now. That was not what he needed. Dean rubbed his fingers a little more insistently against the young man’s tight puckered hole, the heat he could feel beyond teasing and enflaming him.

When Sam finally agreed to let him have his most precious gift, Dean smiled down at the young man and kissed him with an almost aching tenderness. Surely more tenderness than the demon had shown anyone… in a very long time.

“Don’t worry… I’ll go slow…” He whispered gently against the boy’s lips between kisses, before he finally reluctantly levered himself off of the young man’s body. Reaching for Sam’s hand and pulling the other man off the couch as he stood. Wrapping his arms around the young man’s body and kissing him again when it seemed Sam’s knees were still a little weak from his previous orgasm.

He continued to kiss the young man as he walked Sam back towards his bedroom. Keeping the boy distracted as he shut off the movie and television with a thought, sure that Sam wouldn’t even notice but wanting zero distractions now. Once they reached the bed, Dean let the young man up for breath and finally released him and took a step back to view his handiwork.

Debauched was the only word that came to mind. The boy’s face flushed, his lips swollen from kisses, his skin glowing from the light sheen of sweat that covered it, his jeans hanging loose around his hips.

“Take off your clothes and lay down.” Dean told the young man, pulling his own shirt off over his head and undoing his own jeans as he waited for Sam obey him.

God, when Dean kissed him, it was like Sam had died and gone to heaven. It was a slow kiss, steaming hot, and seeming to focus only on him... making Sam feel like he mattered, like this was a big moment in Dean's life as well as his own, which was just crazy. He knew that, knew anyone who went to Dante's on a regular basis did this all the time. But he couldn't help the messages his heart gave him, maybe his soul gave him.

He was so lost in Dean's kisses, he was barely aware of standing up. Dean must have pulled him up and now his arms were around hims so tight there was barely any space between them. All Sam could think of as he was walked backwards one step at a time was that Dean's body was going to leave an imprint on his, how good the other man felt against him, how perfectly their mouths moved against each other. Even when he needed air, he didn't have the strength to complain, to tell Dean. Instead he clung to the other man, whimpering softly, trusting in his words, letting him have his way.

When he was released, a whimper of protest broke from Sam, even as he took a much needed breath. He saw they were in the bedroom, furnished in red and black, and so damned decadent. There were also mirrors, tinted dark so you barely noticed them until you looked straight at them. Licking his lips, he looked at Dean, his gut clenching at the look in that man's eyes, the heat. He felt Dean's gaze rove over every inch of him, felt a flush at the realization his jeans were open and part way down.

The command took Sam's breath away. He stared dumbly as Dean took his shirt off, then was pulled out of the state when he saw Dean tug on his belt and start to undo his jeans. There wasn't an ounce of shyness in the man, and his eyes, as hot as burning coal, were on him, expecting obedience. "Yeah... okay," he whispered, stripping slowly and unable to look away from Dean.

When his clothes were pooled on the floor next to the bed, and he was completely exposed to Dean, Sam swallowed hard. He reminded himself that Dean had already seen him, had gotten him off. There was no point in hiding.

He sat down on the bed, scooting over and laying down in the middle, over the silk black sheets, his head on a brick red pillow. Fighting against the instinct to cover up, because he knew it wasn't what Dean had in mind, Sam instead concentrated on Dean. Hadn't he dreamed about this over and over? Well now he could see what Dean looked like, and even if it made him horny, there was release in sight.

He didn't hide the fact he was looking, admiring Dean's chiseled chest. His gaze slipped quickly down over his now revealed dick and made him gasp. Dean was big, and hard... hard for him. Inside his mind, he repeated Dean had said he'd go slow, he had to trust him. He wanted this too, wanted to know what it would feel to be one with the guy. Feeling Dean's stare, he met his gaze. "You wanted this when we were dancing," he said, recalling the words that had made him run that night. "Now I see why you probably always get your way." A smile curved his lips, and he nervously put his hand out. Somehow it was easier to be close together, feeling and touching, than to have distance between them and practically get eye-fucked.

It took a moment for the young man to obey, and Dean couldn’t help but smile at the knowledge that it was because Sam seemed too intent on watching him as he disrobed. Since the boy’s eyes never left him even as he started to strip down as Dean had commanded. Shyness was written in every movement Sam made yet still Dean did not avert his eyes. Watching unashamedly, admiring every inch of skin as it became revealed to him as Sam pulled off his own shirt and pushed his underwear and jeans completely down.

Seeing the young man standing there, naked as the day he was born, hard cock begging for his attention even as a shy blush creeped over Sam’s pale skin, had Dean practically groaning in desire. A part of him wanted to simply devour the young man, body and soul, but the demon kept a tight rein on his darker needs. Dean could be a considerate and giving lover when he chose to be, and this time he chose to be. He would keep his promise to Sam. He would go slowly and he would be gentle taking the boy’s virginity, if only because he wanted the young man begging for more for a long time to come…

A small smirk curved the demon’s lips when Sam got his first good look at his cock, hearing the boy’s gasp.

When Sam mentioned the night they’d met, Dean couldn’t help but laugh warmly at the young man’s observation. Yes, while he had been quite angry at the way Sam had run from him that night, he was past that now. Dean had no desire to punish Sam. He had already taken his anger out on others and now he only wished to sate his desires with the young man. Patience was hard for the demon, but now it didn’t matter because Sam was here and giving himself to him just the way he wanted. He always got what he wanted… one way or another. Right now all he wanted was Sam.

When Sam held out his hand to him, Dean approached the bed, but he did not join the young man there just yet. Making a slight detour to the night stand where he opened the top drawer and extracted a bottle of lube. He briefly considered taking out a condom as well. It wasn’t like he needed them. He could not conceive children and he could not contract diseases the way humans could. But Sam would probably expect it… or maybe not. If Sam asked he use one, he would, but right now Dean wanted to feel Sam’s flesh around him with no barriers between them.

So Dean shut the drawer again and took Sam’s hand as he eased himself down on the bed next to the young man. Leaning in he kissed Sam slowly as he trailed his fingers along the boy’s flesh wherever he wished. Threading through Sam’s hair and skimming down his neck and chest, caressing along his stomach and hips, moving to the inside of the boy’s thighs. Easing the young man’s legs apart to give Dean access to his most intimate places.

Dean broke their kiss and propped himself up on his elbow to gaze down at the young man laid out like a feast before him. His hand moving up Sam’s inner thigh to lightly stroke his cock and fondle his balls, knowing just how sensitive he still was from his earlier release. He did not linger there long however, reaching for the tube of lube and squirting a generous amount onto his fingers, returning them to Sam’s hole. He felt the young man jump slightly at the coldness and leaned in to kiss Sam softly in apology even as he smeared the slick oily substance liberally around the boy’s entrance. Once the lube had sufficiently warmed, Dean allowed one of his fingers to push past the tight ring of muscles into Sam’s body.

Sam watched intently as Dean opened a drawer and brought out a bottle. At first he wondered what Dean was doing but it clicked... it was lube... for him. Suddenly, he wanted to look away, maybe even to run.. to apologize. Before he could make his mind up, Dean was on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. Then they were mouth to mouth, and Dean was touching him.

Dean's hand left blazing hot trails along Sam's skin, making his nipples tighten, and his abs clench in its wake. Hardly able to think, Sam managed to run his hand up Dean's back, stroking him softly as their kiss intensified, and trying not to panic when Dean parted his legs. Not like he hadn't touched him there before, not like he hadn't seen. He moaned in protest when Dean withdrew his tongue from his mouth pulled away, and tried to tug him close again, but froze at the way Dean was looking him up and down... looking directly at his cock.

He sucked his breath in when Dean touched his cock and then his balls, sending pleasure and pain through him. It reminded him of how bad it had been, when those dreams had kicked his ass and had him jerking off over and over until he was raw. He wasn't that raw yet, but the reminder scared him a little. Was he going to turn into some sort of sex addict? Cause the instant Dean's hand moved on, he missed it, and lifted his hips slightly, head turning to the side as a soft moan left him.

The cold liquid came as a slight shock, that pulled him out of the moment, until Dean soothed him with a kiss. That man could kiss, could make him forget everything, that much Sam was sure of. And then he felt Dean's finger at his hole. Tensing, he gripped Dean's shoulder, fingers biting into it, even as they continued to kiss. His heart was banging against his heart, a sound broke out of him when Dean finally invaded his body in a way it had never been invaded. His muscled tensed around Dean's finger, he tried... tried to enjoy it, but he wasn't at all sure anymore. "Dean?" He mumbled against Deans lips, shaking his head slightly from side to side.

"Shhh, baby… it's ok… just relax…" Dean soothed gently, lightly licking the young man's lips, and kissing him gently as he let his finger slide deep into Sam's virgin passage. Once he was there, he didn't move however, just letting the boy feel his touch and get used to the new sensation.

"I know. It feels strange at first. But it will get better, I promise." The demon continued, tenderly brushing his lips one last time over Sam's before fluttering soft gentle kisses all over the younger man's face.

Fuck, but the boy was so tight and hot inside. Just imagining feeling that tight heat gripping his cock as he plunged past the resisting muscles, imagining how Sam would scream and clutch at him even tighter than he was, severely tested the demon's resolve. But he had made a promise. He had told Sam he would go slow, that he would be gentle, and Dean always kept his side of a deal.

Dean pulled back slightly so that Sam could see his face, at least the young man would have if his eyes weren't clenched shut so tightly. The demon leaned in to brush two careful kisses over Sam's eyelids before pulling back again.

"Look at me, Sammy. Just look at me, please." Dean said softly, waiting patiently until the young man complied before he continued. "I won't do anything more until you say it's ok."

If Dean hadn't been so reassuring, if he he hadn't whispered to him and explained. If he hadn't kissed him like he was doing, all over, making it hard to concentrate on the sensation of the other man's finger inside him, Sam might have changed his mind. But it didn't happen. He believed Dean, trusted in what he said. Then the longer they kissed, the more sure he became that the pain he'd been semi-expecting would never come.

Still, Sam held his breath more often than not. He was afraid to breathe. Afraid to open his eyes. Afraid Dean would stop distracting him, and he'd be back to square one. Then Dean was pulling away, and Sam shook his head no. NO... don't go... don't... He was afraid he'd do something to embarrass himself.

About to plead for Dean to come back to him, to kiss him, to keep his mind busy, he heard Dean's own plea. The promise that followed had him obeying, opening his eyes warily. He licked his lips, and gave a nod. "I'm okay, just... I like it when you're closer, when we're kissing," he whispered. He felt Dean's finger move slightly and sucked his breath in, fighting the instinct to close his eyes. He kept them locked to Dean's, trust shining out of them. He even managed to reach out and stroke Dean's arm, squeezing his hand around the man's powerful muscles then sliding his hand up to his shoulder, the pad of his thumb playing lightly against Dean's earlobe.

There was a certain wariness in the young man’s eyes when Sam finally looked at him, but they were also filled with so much trust it nearly took Dean’s breath away. Samuel… his brother… had often looked at Dean like that. Like the younger boy would believe him anything. Even if Dean told him to climb a tree and jump because he could fly, Samuel would do it. Samuel trusted him that much…

Dean smiled gently down at the young man and leaned in close once more, giving him exactly what he wanted, kissing Sam softly.

“Your wish is my command.” Dean said between soft gentle swipes of his tongue and tender nips to the young man’s already swollen lips. Once he felt the boy begin to relax again, the young man’s muscles no longer clenching quite so tightly around the finger inside of him, Dean’s kisses began to move from gentle and soothing to deep and heated again. Distracting the boy as he began to slide his finger slowly in and out of Sam’s body.

It was slow going. Sam was so tight that even opening him slowly with one finger was a bit of an effort. At first he only let his finger slide in and out, but after a time he began to rotate and circle his finger a little, opening up the young man slowly.

But Dean could tell when Sam slowly became more used to the sensation, no longer tensing up every single time he pushed his finger deep inside him. Dean thought the boy was almost ready for another finger, but first he decided to be a little evil and give Sam a small taste of the pleasure he was about to receive.

So Dean curled his finger inside of him, searching out and rubbing teasingly over Sam’s prostate.

Sam's lips quirked up. "You're a romantic, who knew?" And who knew he wouldn't feel silly hearing those words from a man? Special, that's what they made him feel. And when Dean's mouth was back, pressing against his, he immediately parted his lips and pushed his tongue out to meet Dean's. Their tongues slid alongside each other, tangled and played, then Dean sucked Sam's tongue into his mouth. Sam explored the heat of Dean's mouth, his hand sliding behind Dean's neck, cupping it as they kissed until he was out of breath.

Each time the broke the kiss for a few moment, he made sure to open his eyes. It's what Dean wanted, and he too wanted to give Dean whatever he wished. The next time their mouths met, Dean was kissing him harder, demanding more. Yes, anything you want, yes, yes. He moved his face from side to side, his mouth clinging to Dean's, his body arching toward him. As soft moans and pants left him, he realized he was moving his hips rhythmically, that his cock was hard and heavy and he was unconsciously seeking some pressure. He'd forgotten all about the slight pain, now there was only the burn of a slowly growing need.

Dean's finger moved deeper inside him and suddenly Sam's hips jerked up, his body on fire, a surprised cry breaking from him. Eyes wide, he tipped his head back, searching Dean's face. "Wha..." And then it happened again, Dean touched him just right and Sam was groaning and lifting his hips, this time to push against the finger inside him. His cock was swollen and pulsing against his stomach, leaking steadily. "Dean. Is that... is it how it will feel when you're in me?" he asked between panted breaths. "Want it... want you to," he said, eyes locking with Dean's. Heat and pleasure coiled tight in his belly, winding him up. "Please..." he practically shouted as Dean's finger touched that spot again. Licking his lips, he repeated a little more steadily. "Please Dean."

Dean’s lips curled into a pleased smile as he gazed down at the beautiful young man now practically fucking himself onto his finger. Sam’s reaction to him rubbing his prostate even better than the demon had hoped. Then the young man was begging to be fucked and Dean couldn’t help but groan in desire.

He knew he should take the time to open Sam up more, he was still very tight, but Dean’s patience was being sorely tested already. With Sam begging to be fucked, now, without any more preparation, how could he refuse? Sam had asked for it after all… even if the boy didn’t know any better…

Dean wanted to feel that tightness, so tight it would almost be as painful for him as it would be for Sam. Besides, the young man was so close, and Dean didn’t want him to come again until his dick was inside of him. If Sam came before that, Dean wasn’t sure if he could make him come a third time. He wanted the young man to equate that pleasure with Dean fucking his brains out, so Sam would beg him to fuck him again, and again.

“It will feel even better.” Dean whispered in answer to Sam’s question, gazing down at the beautiful man as he carefully slid a second finger into his body. Hardly letting Sam adjust to the extra stretching before he was thrusting two fingers in and out, teasing the young man’s prostate with every deep thrust, scissoring his fingers to stretch him out a little more.

“I want you so much… it will be a little uncomfortable first, that’s because you are a virgin. It can’t be helped. But if you stay relaxed, that will go away soon, and it will feel better than you can possibly imagine.” The demon continued, sealing his promise with a kiss, not letting Sam answer as he withdrew his fingers from the young man’s body. He reached for the lube again and only once he had left Sam breathless and needy did he pull back and sit up.

Smiling down at the young man again, Dean positioned himself between Sam’s legs and popped open the tube of lube. He gathered a generous amount and spread it over his cock, slicking it thoroughly before snapping it shut and tossing it behind him on the bed somewhere. Then he grasped Sam’s knees, pushing them up and spreading them wide, pressing the tip of his cock against the young man’s slick hole.

As Dean leaned in to kiss Sam again deeply, he started to push his way past the restricting ring of muscles into the young man’s body. Groaning deeply into the boy’s mouth as Sam’s slick tight heat began to surround his cock.

Just as Dean promised him it would be 'even better' when he was inside him, a sharp burning pain had Sam crying out and tensing. He gripped Dean's shoulder, fingers digging into him in a plea to wait. Instead, Dean touched him there again, this time with both fingers stretching him open. In a few strokes of Dean's fingers, the burn was eclipsed again by pleasure.

Or maybe Sam was hypnotized by Dean, by his low husky voice. He listened to him say he wanted him badly, felt his gut clench at the heat inside the man's eyes. He wanted to be where his fingers were, wanted it... wanted it like Sam wanted him to keep touching him that special way. But could he take anything thicker inside? It felt like he was stretched to the max, and he'd seen Dean's cock... it was fucking big.

Before he asked, Dean whispered instructions... told him to relax, that it would be okay. Sam didn't question any further, not after Dean promised him that once the pain went away, it would be better than what he was doing with his fingers. It was an all new sensation, and Sam liked it, liked how it was out of his control, how his body just reacted to being touched there, from the inside.

Oh God, Dean was kissing him again. Sam couldn't get enough of that, of the man's taste, of the things he could do with his tongue. Groaning, he crushed his mouth to Dean's, chasing his tongue, begging... pleading for more. He was totally breathless, panting for air when Dean broke the kiss. Sam wanted to pull him back, but Dean sat on his heels and got more lube.

Sam's gaze was laser focused on Dean's cock as Dean spread the lube. Watching Dean's now wet and slippery dick thicken as Dean stroked himself, Sam swallowed hard. He tried to imagine what it would feel like to have Dean's cock inside him, to squeeze around him. He didn't know exactly, but he knew the thought of Dean pumping into him, needing him... that had him hard and heavy, right there.

He tried to return Dean's smile but lost it a little when his legs were pushed back and parted, opening him so clearly to Dean's view. There wasn't time to feel embarrassed or vulnerable because Dean moved in, and pressed his cock where his finger had been. He could feel him align his slippery cock and gave a needy whimpered when it brushed over the sensitive puckered skin surrounding his hole. So many sensations to cope with, how was he going to?

The answer was easy, because Dean was going to kiss him... Dean's kisses made him forget everything else. Almost. The head of Dean's cock stretched him wider than his fingers had, made him burn and tear. His low grunt of pain was echoed by Dean's groan against his mouth. The raw desire in the sound Dean made affected Sam like nothing else could. He wanted to hear it again, wanted Dean to make it again and again. Pulling on Dean, he pushed against his cock, taking a little more of him inside. God... it hurt... it hurt but he wanted this man inside him, wanted it so bad. Sliding his tongue along Dean's, he forced himself to forget about the pain, to lose himself in the kiss, and to think about how good it would feel... just like Dean said, after the pain was gone.

Fuck, the boy was so tight, but the almost painful clenching around his cock as Dean breeched the virgin hole was almost better than the pleasure that followed. Knowing he was the first to invade this beautiful boy. If Dean had any say in the matter, he would be the only one to ever taste this forbidden fruit.

Still, as much as the demon would have loved to bury himself in the beautiful boy’s body in one swift, violent, thrust, Dean eased himself inside slowly. Determined to keep his promise to go slowly and to be gentle.

Sam was still obviously in pain from his entry despite his efforts, and yet, the young man still clung to him, kissing him desperately, even pushing against him to help slide his cock deeper into his body. That alone, that absolute trust, Sam obviously needing this as much as he did, had Dean’s heart beating faster. Something about as close to affection as the demon could feel settling there.

He… did not want to hurt Sam. Which was something of a surprise to the demon. He could get off on pain just as easily as pleasure, sometimes more so, but he did not want to hurt this boy. He was actually… sorry… he was causing him pain now. Even though Dean knew it wouldn’t last long and soon the pleasure would override Sam’s memory of the pain he was causing him now. Still, Dean wanted to do everything he could to minimize the discomfort the boy was in.

So he continued to kiss the boy deeply, whispering words of encouragement between kisses, as he slid slowly inch by inch into his tight body.

“That’s it. Just relax. You feel so good. So hot and tight. Oh, fuck, Sam…”

Going slow enough there would be no risk of tearing, but fast enough to get the ‘hard’ part over for Sam as soon as possible. To further distract the young man from the stretching burn of adjusting to the size of him, Dean slid a hand between their bodies to grasp Sam’s cock. Sam’s flesh had gone a little soft due to pain but as Dean began stroking him it quickly began to harden again.

Finally he was balls deep inside the young man and Dean groaned again in ecstasy as he pressed his hips flush up against Sam’s ass. Resting there for a moment, letting Sam get used to his size.

“I’m all the way inside you. Just relax… you’re so amazing, so beautiful, so hot…” Dean whispered, pulling back to look down at the gorgeous flushed man beneath him. Wanting to see his face as Dean carefully withdrew his cock a couple inches, and angled his first shallow thrust to give Sam all the positive reinforcement the boy needed.

Sam felt like a hot rod was being driven inside him, splitting him open. A whimper escaped him. Then Dean was telling him to relax, telling him it felt good. He was trying real hard to relax, and the only way he could do it was by seeking out Dean's lips again. He was convinced that as long as Dean was kissing him, he could take anything. Maybe Dean thought he was being needy, but he couldn't care... all he knew was that the absence of Dean's lips made him frantic. The solution was simple, he'd just draw Dean back to him again and again, each time they broke for air.

The press of Dean's warm palm against his belly felt good, reassuring, but when Dean's fist closed around his cock, he moaned against Dean's mouth. He was getting so hard, aching so bad it was hard to keep his hips still. "Fuck." Dean didn't seem to mind or notice and soon, Sam was so lost in his single-minded quest to kiss and be kissed, and in the pleasure vibrating through him with each stroke of Dean's hand, he forgot about the pain.

He wasn't even aware that it was over, that Dean was completely inside him, until Dean pulled away and told him. He took a few deep breaths and analyzed how he felt. There was a slight burn, and he still felt like he was stretched very wide, but it wasn't that sharp pain from earlier. There was a strange sense of fullness and when he clenched slightly around Dean's cock, he could feel every inch of him. God... he hadn't thought it would be possible to take all of him.

He licked his lips and met Dean's gaze. He doubted he was beautiful at the moment but he liked hearing it. Giving Dean a smile, he stroked his back and brought his hand up to rest on the nape of his neck. "Yeah... you're in me." A strange thrill went through him as he spoke the words like they were some sort of vow, which was just nuts. "I'm... I'm okay," he whispered, moving his hips slightly, testing how it felt. He liked having Dean's fist around his dick, he wanted to thrust into it, and this fullness inside him seemed to be contributing to the pressure building inside him.

About to grind his hips against Dean's, he felt Dean pull out part way. His hands moved to Dean's shoulders, fingers digging into him slightly as he braced for for pain. There was pain, but on its heels came a spasm of such intense pleasure that Sam's head rocked back into the pillow, his chin rising up toward the ceiling as a deep moan worked its way out of his throat. It sounded filthy, like something out of a porn flick, and had him cringing and blushing.

"I..." He pressed his lips together, cutting off the apology on the tip of his tongue and trying to clamp down on any more sounds. But he wanted it, wanted to feel Dean move inside him just like that again. He pushed against Dean's hips, raising his hips slightly and sucking his breath as the slightest shift of the man's hard cock inside him had his mind reeling, thinking of how it would feel when they
worked up to a rhythm. He pushed against Dean's hips again and quickly figured out he wanted more leverage and raising his legs, locked his ankles around Dean's waist.

When he met Dean's eyes again, he thought he could feel the heat in them scorching his skin. "Fuck me," he said simply.

Dean smiled down at the beautiful young man when he felt Sam’s legs wrap around him, allowing him to shift his angle just enough to get even deeper inside of the young man. So hot. So tight. So good. So perfect. He’d imagined fucking the boy ever since he’d first laid eyes on him in Dante’s but even his wildest fantasies seemed pale by comparison now. The way Sam clung to him in every possible way. The sounds of pleasure Dean pulled from him with hardly any effort that made the demon’s blood burn hotter. So much better than he could have ever imagined…

Then Sam’s soft demand pulled a deep groan of desire from Dean before he could stop it. Oh yes. That was definitely the plan. Releasing the younger man’s throbbing hot flesh, Dean braced his arms on either side of the boy’s body. Never looking away from those beautiful trusting eyes as he gave Sam exactly what he asked for.

Dean started slow, careful shallow thrusts that teased the younger man’s sweet spot deep inside of him almost constantly. Never looking away from Sam’s face, etched in pleasure, savoring every expression, every sound, he drew from the younger man.

Soon it wasn’t enough however. Dean had teased himself for long enough. He had held back longer than he would have for any other mortal, but now he needed to sate his own needs. This time he slid his cock out until only the head remained, and when he filled the younger man again quickly he groaned deeply in pleasure. Yes, that’s what he needed. Deeper, longer thrusts, as he worked up to a more natural rhythm. Though he made sure to angle his hips to keep hitting the younger man’s sweet spot, again and again. Sam’s hard cock rubbing against his stomach, leaking without even being touched as Dean fucked him.

When Dean dropped down onto his arms, Sam raised his chin, thinking Dean was gonna kiss him. Instead, he started to thrust lightly, in nice, easy, non-threatening motions. Very quickly, Sam got used to it, relaxing completely as Dean's cock moved inside him. Each time Dean fucked him 'just right,' Sam's exhales broke off, or his breaths caught in his throat. His labored breaths sounded strange to his ears, and he tried to control them, but it was impossible. The way Dean was looking at him, watching him as he gasped and clamored for breath had Sam realizing it was okay, okay to let got. The next time a jolt of intense pleasure had him writhing, he stuttered out a low moan. Damn, he sounded needy. He was needy.

He started to push back, to used his legs around Dean, to meet his thrusts. The heat in Dean's eyes grew almost unbearably hotter. Sam's gaze dropped to Dean's parted lips, and now he could see that Dean was fighting for air too. He didn't know why, but that knowledge kicked up his need a full notch. He clenched his inner muscles around Dean's length, joining in the moan that left Dean. Reaching up, he ran his hand up Dean's arm and shoulder, cupping his neck, his thumb moving back and forth, sliding over Dean's mouth.

He thought he could do this forever, but something changed. Dean's expression went from soft and maybe a little amused, to hard and serious. Licking his lips, Sam was about to ask what was wrong, why Dean was pulling out, when Dean thrust into him much harder than he had before. Sam saw white flashes and gripped Dean's shoulder, forcing himself to keep his eyes open. Nothing was wrong, Dean just needed him this way... harder. The look on his face was just concentration and the sounds that came from him... God, they did something to Sam.

He rocked up against Dean, taking Dean's every hard thrust without complaint. The pain ebbed away again, and he was feeling pleasure dart through him with each sharp jerk of Dean's hips. "Oh God..." he groaned breathlessly, biting his lower lip and clenching and unclenching around Dean's hard flesh driving deep inside him.

He didn't know just when he realized that he was almost painfully hard. Maybe it was when he imagined Dean's mouth wrapped around him again, but then he'd miss the naked hunger in the man's eyes. Reaching between them, he closed his fist around his cock and started to squeeze and stroke to the same rythm he was getting fucked. The building tension and heat had Sam grinding his hips against Dean's and moaning. "Dean? I'm..." He didn't want to come before Dean was ready but he didn't want to disappoint him either. "Close."

Sam’s expression was one of surprise and pain with Dean’s first hard thrust into his virgin body. And yet, even though the young man’s nails dug into his shoulder sharp enough to leave crescent marks in his skin, the younger man didn’t protest. Giving the demon what he wanted without complaint, and soon Dean could see the pain fading from the young man’s eyes, replaced by only pleasure once again.

“Fuck, Sammy…” Dean panted, his breaths growing shallower, heavier as he felt Sam’s muscles clenching around him rhythmically. The way the beautiful young man lifted up to meet every one of his thrusts, his body silently begging for the next. As though the boy knew instinctively what to do to give him the most pleasure.

Yes, he knew Sam was close even before the young man’s gasped words. He could feel it in the trembling of the boy’s body. He could hear it in the increasingly desperate sounds Dean was pulling from the young man.

It was as though Sam was asking his permission to come… and fuck if that didn’t make the demon even hotter. They would have to play that game. Soon. But for now, Dean decided to take mercy on the young man. Sam had pleased him greatly, it was time to reward him.

“Go ahead, Baby. I want to see you come. I want to feel you.” Dean said, thrusting into the young man just a little harder, hitting the boy’s prostate dead on with each thrust.

He needed to come so bad, so bad it hurt. When Dean whispered in his low husky voice, telling him he wanted it too, wanted to watch him come, Sam's vision blurred. Faster.Harder.More. Faster.Harder.More. As if reading him just right, Dean was giving him just what he needed. His cock pistoned in and out of Sam, each hard thrust sending waves of heat crashing over him. Sam stroked his cock with building desperation, thrashing against Dean, Drawing him close with his legs and clenching his muscles around him.

He was wound up so tight that sounds kept spilling from his lips. Whimpers and cries, pleas for release. "Oh God... please Dean," he begged, remembering too well the tortures of the nights before when he'd dreamed this over and over, his need never fully satisfied, his cock raw from jacking off, his body restless and wanting only on thing, one man. Spinning out of control, he tried to focus on Dean, watching him through heavy half lidded eyes. He was aware of the muscles of Dean's arms bunching and straining as he pistoned into him. "Fuck... Dean..."

Dean shifted angles and Sam almost arched off the mattress. Jolts of pleasure lanced through him faster and faster, closer together, until he thought he couldn't bear it anymore. "Ah... Dean..." His balls drew up tight against his body... he stayed on the edge for a few more thrusts, and then he was groaning out his release and shooting ropes of hot sticky cum over his stomach. "Dean..." he whispered the man's name like a prayer as the intense pressure eased.

Breathing hard, heat pounding against his chest, he opened his eyes. Dean was still watching him, still pounding into him. Still needed him with that burning hunger in his jade eyes. Pushing himself up, he gave Dean a messy open mouthed kiss, thrusting his tongue into Dean's hot mouth. Unable to hold the position, he moved his mouth over Dean's cheek, trying to get close to his ear. "Come for me. Inside me. Now." Somehow Please turned into an order, and then he was dropping back to the mattress and squeezing his muscles around Dean's cock pulsing inside him. A slight smile curved his lips as he drew Dean deeper and deeper, arms shoulders, fingers digging into his muscles.

Dean had lived for a long time. He had seen things that most mortals couldn’t even comprehend. He had seen indescribable beauty and unimaginable horrors alike during his long years. But right here, right now, Dean could have sworn he’d never seen anything as beautiful as Sam coming undone beneath him with pleasure.

When Sam came, his hot seed spilling between their bodies and coating both their stomachs, the boy’s inner muscles tightened around his cock like a vice. Almost more pain than pleasure, and Dean couldn’t help but groan loudly in ecstasy. Echoing the sounds Sam made as he gazed down at the young man hungrily. Drinking in the sight of his features contorted in pleasure, his body trembling in desire, almost looking as though he was in pain, but Dean knew otherwise.

All through Sam’s orgasm, Dean continued to thrust inside of him, drawing out the boy’s pleasure for as long as possible and taking his own at the same time. When the intense pleasure began to fade from the young man’s eyes, his spasms easing into more soothing aftershocks, the look of complete adoration that Sam gave him took Dean’s breath away.

He moaned loudly into the kiss that Sam gave him, fucking even harder into the beautiful boy. Sam would feel him for days, hell, maybe even weeks after this. That knowledge only made the pleasure more intense. Made him want to keep fucking this beautiful boy forever, until Sam was begging him to stop and never to stop in the same breath…

But then Sam was begging… ordering… him to come inside of him and with an almost animalistic growl Dean found himself complying. Sam clinging to him even tighter despite the fact Dean was fucking him far rougher than he should for the young man’s first time. Clinging to him as Dean buried himself balls deep into the boy’s beautiful body and spilled his seed deep into his tight virgin passage. His whole body jerking with the intensity of his release it was almost as though he was having a seizure, before he finally collapsed spent and heavy on top of the young man.

He hadn't thought Dean could fuck him any harder, but he did. Harder, faster, deeper, driving his cock into Sam, making him see bright lights with each rough thrust. Sam clung to him, willing to accept a little pain in return for the absolute need he could read in Dean's expression, and the loss of control. He might be wrong, but he didn't think this was a man who lost control easily, and this was a gift. Biting his lower lip, Sam groaned as Dean buried himself inside him one last time, then shuddered over him as he came inside him, filling him.

Sam was trying to isolate the warm, wet sensation inside him when Dean collapsed over him. He welcomed the weight pressing down on him, making it a little harder for him to breath. He unlocked his ankles from around Dean's waist and let them drop to the bed. As their heavy breaths mingled, Sam ran his hands over Dean's back, and his sides, exploring his smooth, overheated and slightly damp skin. He was slightly light headed, but very content.

Waiting another moment, he kissed Dean's throat, drawing in the scent of soap and tasting salt. He explored his way up to Dean's jaw, biting it lightly, then bringing his hand to Dean's nape, he brought their mouths together. He didn't know why he needed Dean's kisses so much, but he wasn't gonna analyze. Dean was here, within reach, and he was gonna get the kisses he still craved. He licked his way past smooth, soft lips, and slid his tongue alongside Dean's, moaning when Dean's curled around his own. Their tongues tangled slowly, like they had all the time in the world, until Sam ran out of breath and turned to the side. His hot breaths fanned over Dean's ear. He swallowed, and smiled. "This what you call dinner and a movie? I'm afraid to find out what you'd mean if you'd said sex."

Dean closed his eyes, an almost purr of contentment vibrating in his chest at the feeling of Sam’s fingers dancing over the flesh of his back in slow abstract patterns. He could feel Sam’s rapid breaths against his skin, but they were slowing, as was his own. Sam’s touch, along with the soft kisses the younger man began pressing into his throat soothing him. Making the demon feel more… satisfied, sated, content… than he could ever remember feeling in all of his life.

A small smile curved the demon’s lips when he felt Sam’s teeth graze his jaw and he turned his head to meet the slow deep kiss the young man gifted him with. Their tongues tangling slowly together, no longer hurried but with no less passion.

He kissed the young man until they were both panting again, and when their lips finally parted he couldn’t help but laugh softly at the teasing words whispered into his ear.

“Maybe someday I’ll show you.” Dean replied as he carefully let his cock slip from the boy’s well used passage. Mindful of how sore the young man would be and not wanting to cause him any extra undue pain. Not that the boy wouldn’t be walking funny in the morning that much was for certain. But Dean had plenty of ways to sooth that ache, and he would be happy to show Sam.

Smiling, Dean wrapped his arms around the boy as he settled on his side facing the young man. His fingers gently gliding over sweat glistened skin as he pulled back to gaze into those beautiful eyes he knew so well even though they’d just met. Sam. Samuel. His… now and forever…

“Stay with me tonight.” Dean whispered, both a plea and a command.

Sam couldn't put a name to the flicker of emotion in Dean's eyes. All he knew was that it made him feel warm, and safe. His eyelids were growing heavy, and Dean's caresses were only relaxing him more. His limbs felt heavy, like he'd been exercising for hours.

Dean's question took him by surprise. He didn't think Dean was asking because it would be inconvenient to drive him now, no, the invitation seemed genuine. Sam found he didn't want to go anywhere, he wanted to stay in Dean's arms, just like this. "Okay," he nodded with a smile. "I don't think I can move right now, anyway." Unable to keep his eyes open, he rolled his head closer to Dean and muttered something that sounded suspiciously close to "night."

* * *

It was early when Sam woke, his limbs tangled with Dean's. Looking at his watch in the dark, he saw it wasn't yet six a.m. and Dean was motionless. Slowly, he eased off the bed, wincing the moment he sat straight. Fuck... he hurt. Wiping his hand over his face, he remembered the night before. His first time having sex... followed by more sex. Dean had rolled over him and started them up hours after Sam had fallen asleep, and then they'd taken a shower together. Now he was paying for it with the aches and pains.

He got up and walked to the window, pulling the dark curtains only slightly open. It was still quite dark outside, but the little light that did come into the room allowed him to see his clothes and Dean's all over the floor. The bedsheets were in shambles, and the room... as he got a better look at it, was made for sex. The pictures on the walls, the colors, even the hidden mirror on the ceiling. Most might miss the mechanism on the ceiling that would cause the mirror to appear, but figuring out how things worked, and making them himself was one of Sam's greatest interests.

He turned his head and looked at Dean, his face laying on the black satin pillow. He was good looking as hell, face, lose lips that felt incredible on his own, and there wasn't a thing wrong with his body, Sam thought, his gaze skimmed down to where the sheets barely covered Dean's perfect ass. He looked like... like sin. Just like the room.

Questions crowded Sam's mind. What was he doing here? This man was clearly out of his league... in every way. Ten days ago, Sam would have laughed at the idea of a one night stand, and now... With a male, at that. He'd never thought he was gay, not ever. Sure he didn't have a lot of experience with women but he liked them just fine. This... this was confusing. This man's interest in him, and his own willingness to cross so many lines with him... that was confusing. He needed to think, he really need that. And he couldn't think around Dean, no way.

Making up his mind, he carefully walked around the room picking up his stuff. He slipped out of the room, into the livingroom and found his shirt there. Taking his clothes, he went to the guest bathroom. In the mirror there, he saw marks on his body, where Dean has sucked his flesh hard near his throat. And there were a few bruises, on his hips. His eyes seemed too bright, and his lips were a little puffy. Well that, he had only himself to blame for - he'd been the one to demand all that kissing. Heat flooded his cheeks as he remembered how demanding he'd been about that. Even now, thinking about it, his lips burned and his breath caught..

Fuck, he was deep in something he didn't know how to deal with. He had to go slower, just had to, for his own sanity. After getting dressed, he bent down and opened the cabinet to get under the sink. The water was dripping from the faucet and since he knew how to fix it, he took care of it. Of course that had been a better idea before he remembered his pains, and the particularly sharp burning ache where Dean had pushed inside him.

He walked out silently, stopped at the bedroom door for a minute, wondering if he could just kiss Dean goodbye. Pushing the thought away, he quickly walked out of the house before he changed his mind, locking the door behind him. Every step he took reminded him of how deep Dean had been inside him, how eager they'd both been for it. Whatever he decided to do about this, one thing was sure, he wouldn't forget last night, or the man who'd given it to him.