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acquiescenceSo I was in the mood to write a little smut tonight, and I thought it would be a good opportunity to write that Wincest food porn I've been meaning to write. I don't think I really get the whole food porn thing, but there is food and porn so it counts to me, lol.
The burger was greasy, just the way Dean liked, and it was gone in under two minutes. His cheeks full as he chewed almost without tasting, enjoying the process of eating more than the taste. He ate because he liked it, not like Sam.
When Sam ate, he took his time. He wasn't constantly stuffing his face like his older brother. Where it only took Dean a few minutes to finish an entire meal, burger, fries, and the cherry pie, it took Sam much longer. For Sam, it was about the taste, even something as simple and plain as a burger and fries - he liked to take his time and enjoy the tastes.
Dean didn't often watch Sam eat, but today - after he'd tossed his burger wrapper into the backseat - he couldn't seem to take his eyes off him. As he watched Sam enjoy his food, Dean couldn't help but wonder if Sam took the time to enjoy the way he tasted the same way he did with his food, or were their hurried fucks against hotel walls and blowjobs in the back seat of the Impala the one time Sam allowed himself to hurry.
He licks his lips as he watches Sam's tongue swipe over his thumb, catching some katsup, before he continues eating. Dean had been done for ages now, and he probably should have started the car up again and started towards their next job, but he couldn't move.
And he couldn't stop himself, he was leaning across the seat and catching Sam's lip between his teeth, sucking the warm flesh into his mouth, the taste of their lunch and that familiar taste of Sam filling his mouth. This was the only time Dean ever stopped to taste, compared to this what else could better?
He thrust his hand down the front of Sam's jeans fisting his growing cock and jerking his fist a few times.
"Such a tease, Sammy." His voice was tight and strained as he pulled Sam against him, thrusting his hips against Sam's as he twisted his hand in quick jerky motions.
He didn't stop to give Sam a chance to respond just, thrust his tongue into the wet heat of his mouth, swallowing down each moan and whimper as Sam arched his hips and fisted a hand in his hair. He overwhelmed him, nipped at his lip, and then trailed his lips in a hot trail down to his throat, biting and worrying the skin between his teeth as his hand jerked Sam quickly.
And soon Sam couldn't stop himself, his grip on his haid tightened and he arched his hips sharply as he came in his jeans and on Dean's hand and wrist.
Finally Dean pulled back, he licked his hand clean slowly, tongue dipping and lapping at any place that might have been covered, while he smirked at Sam who was leaning limply against the back of his seat.
"Fuck, Dean, and you wonder why I never eat in front of you. You do that every time."
The burger was greasy, just the way Dean liked, and it was gone in under two minutes. His cheeks full as he chewed almost without tasting, enjoying the process of eating more than the taste. He ate because he liked it, not like Sam.
When Sam ate, he took his time. He wasn't constantly stuffing his face like his older brother. Where it only took Dean a few minutes to finish an entire meal, burger, fries, and the cherry pie, it took Sam much longer. For Sam, it was about the taste, even something as simple and plain as a burger and fries - he liked to take his time and enjoy the tastes.
Dean didn't often watch Sam eat, but today - after he'd tossed his burger wrapper into the backseat - he couldn't seem to take his eyes off him. As he watched Sam enjoy his food, Dean couldn't help but wonder if Sam took the time to enjoy the way he tasted the same way he did with his food, or were their hurried fucks against hotel walls and blowjobs in the back seat of the Impala the one time Sam allowed himself to hurry.
He licks his lips as he watches Sam's tongue swipe over his thumb, catching some katsup, before he continues eating. Dean had been done for ages now, and he probably should have started the car up again and started towards their next job, but he couldn't move.
And he couldn't stop himself, he was leaning across the seat and catching Sam's lip between his teeth, sucking the warm flesh into his mouth, the taste of their lunch and that familiar taste of Sam filling his mouth. This was the only time Dean ever stopped to taste, compared to this what else could better?
He thrust his hand down the front of Sam's jeans fisting his growing cock and jerking his fist a few times.
"Such a tease, Sammy." His voice was tight and strained as he pulled Sam against him, thrusting his hips against Sam's as he twisted his hand in quick jerky motions.
He didn't stop to give Sam a chance to respond just, thrust his tongue into the wet heat of his mouth, swallowing down each moan and whimper as Sam arched his hips and fisted a hand in his hair. He overwhelmed him, nipped at his lip, and then trailed his lips in a hot trail down to his throat, biting and worrying the skin between his teeth as his hand jerked Sam quickly.
And soon Sam couldn't stop himself, his grip on his haid tightened and he arched his hips sharply as he came in his jeans and on Dean's hand and wrist.
Finally Dean pulled back, he licked his hand clean slowly, tongue dipping and lapping at any place that might have been covered, while he smirked at Sam who was leaning limply against the back of his seat.
"Fuck, Dean, and you wonder why I never eat in front of you. You do that every time."
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