AN: Sequel to Things We Have to Do, which I highly suggest reading before this one, unless you don't care about back story and are just interested in the porn. Then by all means, have at it ;) Though that one is full of porn, too! :)

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"Oh fuck, Sam...Oh fuck!" Dean's back arched off of the mattress, his hands straining to hold onto the rails of the headboard as Sam continued to slam into him over and over, pushing Dean into his fourth orgasm in under an hour.

Sam bit down hard on his lower lip, watching just the few clear stripes of come splash onto Dean's stomach. His own orgasm begging to be released, was stifled by the leather cock-ring they'd purchased on their trip to the 'toy store' earlier that evening. Seeing Dean come always made Sam go over the edge. But he'd made a promise, and he couldn't keep it if he lost it before he was done making Dean come until he couldn't stand it anymore.

He had a feeling that was quickly approaching.

"Please..." Dean breathed weakly as he came down. "I can't... No more. I can't, Sammy..."

"Yes you can," Sam told him before swooping down to kiss him, his hand wrapping gently around his brother's cock, keeping it firm with his touch. Dean whimpered. "One more," he said in his ear before nipping the skin just behind it, knowing it was one of the few places on Dean's body that seemed to be directly connected to his cock.

"Sam..." he drawled, squirming beneath him as if trying to fight off the way his body wanted more. "Gonna kill me..."

Sam chuckled, nuzzling his brother's jaw. "It's on your top ten best ways to die list, isn't it?"

"Bitch..." Dean groaned and Sam laughed again. "At least untie me," he requested, yanking at the handkerchiefs securing his wrists together around the rails on the headboard he'd been holding onto to keep from chaffing. "My shoulders are starting to cramp like hell."

"Thought you thought it was kinky," Sam said, pulling gently out of Dean so he could reach up to undo the bindings, and he smirked when Dean tried to hold in the whimper at the sudden empty feeling, despite his earlier complaint. "That's okay. I need you in a slightly different position now anyway."

"If you think I can move a damn thing but my arms right now, you're outta your mind," Dean growled, then whined a bit when his arms were free to bring down to his sides. "Jesus... No more tying up limbs for longer than ten minutes next time!"

Sam huffed another laugh, shifting back a bit while rubbing the crampy feeling from Dean's shoulders. "Was it at least worth it?" Sam asked, lowering his face to Dean's, glancing down at his lips as he waited for an answer.

Dean swallowed despite the dry throat. Something about Sam's voice, Sam's breath this close to him, and the way he spoke, that went straight through him like electricity. Like good electricity. Sexual electricity that made him feel like he was back in high school. Not the kind that would stop your heart and land you in a hospital to wait for death. "Ask me in the morning how my ass feels, and I'll let you know." Sam smiled big, teeth showing and everything, before kissing him again.

"I'm done with your ass, for now," he told him.

"What?" Dean squeaked, looking disappointed up at him. "You just got me all worked up again and now you're-"

"I'm done with your ass, Dean," Sam repeated. "Now I need this," he grabbed hold of Dean's cock before kissing him again. Dean moaned into his brother's mouth, voice cracking. "Sit up," Sam pulled away.

"Huh?" Dean asked, confused for a moment, through heavy-lidded eyes.

"Sit up against the headboard a bit," Sam told him. "Not all the way. Just...yeah, like that," Sam instructed once Dean was propped back a bit, more like a slope than flat up against it. He reached for the bottle of water beside the bed, beaded with perspiration from its time out of the fridge, and handed it to Dean. "You need this."

"Thanks," Dean took it and swigged down a few large gulps before Sam took some for himself as well. Then as he set it back on the table, he crawled up, repositioning his legs so that he was straddling Dean. The older brother's hands went instinctively to Sam's thighs, rubbing upward toward his waist as he eyed the straining, purple cock in front of him, and realized just how much Sam had been holding back. "Sammy..."

"Remember this, Dean?" Sam asked as he folded himself back down over his brother, cupping either side of Dean's face as their foreheads met. "This is how you were positioned in that warehouse," he reminded him. "You'd been tied up, and then I untied you, and you fucked me so good," he thrust his hips down, pressing their cocks together, slick from all of the lube. "Didn't think I'd like it so much," he said, and Dean's breath shook as it released. "But you made me come so hard..."

"Fuck, Sam..." Dean's hands snaked their way to his brother's neck, pulling him in for a heated kiss. "Yeah...'course I remember, little brother." It was Sam's turn to shiver over him. "That was the scariest, most fucking amazing night of...pretty much ever... I mean, before that, anyway."

Sam smiled. He didn't expect Dean to have admitted that. "I want you to fuck me just like that, again," Sam told him, moving to sit up. "Want you to do it just like we did that night. Except...when you're ready to come, you need to take this off," he indicated to the cock ring.

Dean couldn't respond with anything more than a nod and a swallow at his once again suddenly dry throat. He reached for the water again, taking another sip without taking his eyes off of his brother who had reached behind himself. He'd expected Sam to need to prep himself. He'd expected a few minutes of time, at least (because Sam was impatient sometimes, and even if it hurt, he'd take Dean anyway because the need to feel Dean inside of him outweighed the need to prevent the burn).

Instead, however, he heard the wet pop his brain had already stored away as the sound of a plug pulling free.

Something short-circuited in his brain for a moment when the bright purple butt plug, identical to his aside from the color, appeared momentarily before being tossed aside. "Shit, Sammy... When did you even..." he tried to replay the day in his head as Sam just smirked at him...

TBC...

AN: lol pretty sure this makes me a bitch. Or a jerk. But I wanted to draw this out juuuust a little. I'll post as I write ;) No long waits!