I was all ready to give the pornlets their own story-like thing, but decided, its been awhile since Foreplay got much love. I know, I sort of forgot I was putting all the smut here. Hm. Bad girl! Anyways…if you have a kink request for V-day, don't be afraid to ask. I'll be taking requests until…well, I'll take requests. I'm just not promising to have them all done my V-day.

Kink: Sam. Tied up. Gag. Sex against the wall.

There's a kink after my heart. ;DDDDD

So much for pornlet, I guess that's what happens when I GET MY VERY FAVORITE KINK, FROM MY VERY FAVORITE GIRL!

Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano

Bobby was on vacation in Jamaica, AKA banging a Jamaican cabana boy in a hammock.

Dean couldn't think of a better time to christen the panic room. After all, Bobby had distinctly told them, to make themselves at home, and Dean couldn't call anyplace home, if he hadn't fucked his brother on every single surface.

The east wall of the panic room seemed like a prime place to start.

. . .

Sam felt the leather straps tighten around his wrists and Dean's hand ghost over his cock. He struggled to try and pull out of them, knowing he wasn't ever going to get anywhere.

Dean's hand came down on his ass hard with a smack that echoed though the panic room, and he braced himself waiting for something else…anything. And there was a long pause of nothing. He wanted to scream at Dean to touch him, to do anything to him but the strap of leather in his mouth didn't let much escape aside from the cry of pleasure as Dean slapped his ass.

Again. More. Please. Sam could only beg in his head.

"Do you have any fucking idea how you look, Sammy?" Dean's hand circled around his cock, stroking it slowly. "Any idea how fuckable you look with those muscular legs of yours just splayed open? Your tight little rosebud just begging me to fuck my cock into you so hard that you'll be feeling me a week from now when some small tits waitress is hitting on you in the Starbucks."

"Oh, fuck-Dean…" Sam's words came out in a garbled cry as Dean's hand squeezed his cock, jacking him hard and fast.

"You're such a fucking cocktease, Sam." Dean slapped his ass hard. "You're always teasing me, when you know that I can't do a damn thing about it. Letting these girls fall over you when you know all I want to do is bend you over the nearest surface…"

Dean slapped his ass again and Sam cried out. The way that Dean was squeezing and stroking him, he was going to come any minute. Dean's free hand was at his face, working the gag out of his mouth with his fingers.

"Don't get too excited Sammy." Dean growled. "Slick them up good, because that's all the lube you're getting."

Oh God, Sam felt a pull of excitement in his balls at the thought of Dean in his ass, hard and brutally pounding his ass.

Sam sucked lewdly on Dean's fingers, sucking like it was his brother's dick and not the two digits that would very shortly be in Sam's ass stretching him open for Dean's thick cock. The sound of Dean's moan went straight to his balls and he tried to fuck himself harder into his brother's hand but his restraints would quite allow it.

Fuck!

Dean pulled his fingers from the warm, moist cavern of Sam's mouth and pressed his lips against his so hard that their teeth clanged together. Dean's lips parted, and Sam's libs probed past his teeth, fiercely taking his brother's tongue in his own mouth. Dean's hand worked furiously on his cock, and Sam knew it wouldn't be long before he came with Dean's hand playing him in all the right ways.

But it was when Dean's two long fingers shoved into his ass with no warning that his thrusts turned erratic, his body trembling, his cock jerking in Dean's hand as he came with a rush of spray over his brother's hand.

Dean pulled back, looking at him with a smile, and then pressed his lips to Sam's mouth once, softly.

He detangled himself from Sam, probing his brother's ass with those fingers and Sam just moaned, dropped his head forward as Dean's fingers massaged his insides just right. Behind him, he heard Dean moaning and…

"Christ, Sam…Christ…do you have any fucking idea what you do to me? Dean's hand slicked up his cock, using his brothers cum for lube.

He pulled the two fingers from Sam's ass, and a little cry slipped from Sam's throat at the emptiness in his behind.

Sam whimpers, struggling against his bonds to push back and have his ass filled. "Dean," Sam begged, "Oh God, I can't..please…"

Sam tugged at the restraints, already feeling his cock hardening again. Only Dean could do this to him, get him so hard like this over, and over.

"Fuck me, please just…"

Dean just watched in fascination for a minute, enjoying the taut ass in front of him. The ass that was all his for the taking. He circled his arms around Sam's waist, rubbing his hands up Sam's muscular chest that was covered in beads of sweat.

He pulled their bodies flush together, his generously lubed dick, covered in Sam's juices rubbing against the crease of his brother's ass.

Sam was near tears. "Dean stop, please stop teasing me and fuck me. I need it. I need you inside of me…I need to feel you!"

Dean nibbled on Sam's earlobe, pulling a moan from his brother's mouth. With his tongue he licked the back of Sam's ear, and his brother's knees shook.

"You're going to feel me baby, you're going to feel me so hard." He kissed Sam's neck.

Sam moaned surprised when Dean's hands fastened the gag back around his mouth. Dean tied it tight enough that he couldn't verbalize much more than a moan or a cry, but loose enough that he could still breathe.

He felt fingernails digging into his hips and the press of Dean's cock into the crease of his ass. There was a sharp intake of breath at the blunt pain, but it passed quickly enough that he was trying to fuck himself back on Dean's cock and get more, more now. When his brother was completely sheathed in his ass, Sam clenched his ass muscles around his brother. Maybe he couldn't verbalize what he wanted but his brother knew damn well that he…

Dean moaned loudly as the tightness around his dick got tighter and sweeter. "Oh Fuck, Fuck Sam…" Dean cried rolling his hips, and hitting Sam's prostrate.

Sam cried out, seeing stars in front of his eyes as Dean hit the ball of nerves over and over. His dick was so hard and he wanted to reach and grab it but he couldn't release his hands. This was a bitch.

"OH! MhmMHMHM!" Sam cried out unintelligibly as Dean pulled out to the tip and rammed back into his ass hard.

Dean's thrusts were fierce and furious and Sam nearly cried out in relief when his brother peeled one of his hands from his hip and wrapped it around his hard dick.

Sam felt Dean's cock twitch inside of his ass as the thrusts got harder and more erratic. He clenched his ass muscles with each thrust that his prostate and Dean's hand moved furiously over his cock. He didn't know how long he'd be able to last this time. Even though it had only been minutes since the last time he came…

It was Dean. Dean's thumb flicked over his cockhead, and he felt the slap of his brother's balls against this ass as Dean kept thrusting harder faster harder!

Sam moaned, cries slipping past the gag as Dean fondled his balls and tugged on his cock. He was so close to coming he could hardly handle it.

And then Dean slapped his ass hard, and it was more than he could take. The combined sensations of his brother jacking his cock, pounding his ass, and then the slap of his ass that made the sensation of his brother's pulsing cock against his insides all the more fierce and he came back arching, with a cry spurting over Dean's hand and the wall.

Dean was mumbling words…disjointed phrases that Sam couldn't make out. He was too lost in the haze of lust and sex to maintain anything but to make Dean come.

Dean slammed into Sam's ass a few last times, his brother's ass clenching around the dick inside of him until Dean, grinding his hips against Sam's ass came with a cry.

Sloppily, missing the first time, Dean pulled the gag from Sam's mouth and planted a kiss on his lips.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Baby."