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Vegas Paradise: Tasting the Forbidden	By : aRedBaroness Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2232 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6

Dean was right they wouldn't be leaving the room anytime soon. The instant Sam stepped over the threshold he pounced, pushing Dean up against the wall and plundering his mouth desperately. There was nothing Dean could do, but melt into the assault and moan into Sam's mouth. Sam swallowed every sound the shorter man made, he felt as if he were on fire and nothing could quench it but the amorous attention of his new found lover.

Sam gasped for air and became aware that Dean's hands were shoving at his chest urgently. “What is it, angel? Aren't you enjoying yourself?” Sam asked as he leaned to pepper the shorter man's throat with wet kisses. He scraped his teeth down Dean's neck until he found the pulse point and bit down hard.

Dean screamed, his senses were on overdrive. It dimly registered that Sam had asked him a question, but he couldn't think, he was helpless under the assault of teeth, tongue and hands the size of bear's paws.

Sam's left hand traveled down Dean's back to the sweet curve of pert butt as he continued to suck at the bite mark he'd made. Sam wanted the world to know that this man was his property. He wanted to tattoo his name on every inch of golden flesh, but for now he would settle for leaving dental impressions on any exposed skin.

Dean was pulling Sam closer to him, gasping as their erect members met, still enclosed in layers of fabric. Even through two layers of fabric he could feel the heat of Sam's cock against his. “Bed,” he gasped out. “Let's move to the bed.”

Sam lifted Dean up, both hands cupping those perfect globes. What he wouldn't give to sink himself in the molten heat of his lover's ass. Dean seemed to get the hint and wrapped his legs about the taller man's hips as Sam maneuvered them toward the bed.

It was Dean's turn to attack Sam's neck, he grazed his teeth over Sam's Adam's apple. The bed was still a few feet away, the distance felt like miles. Sam wondered if he could last the eternity it would take to get there as Dean writhed in his arms, grinding their hips together. At last they had reached their destination, Sam detached Dean's arms from about his neck and tossed him down on the bed.

Sam felt like it was almost too much seeing Dean laying there, spread out across the silk sheets. He may have still been fully clothed, but to Sam he looked like a rich buffet and he couldn't decide what dish he'd like to try first.

The raw lust in his lover's eyes unnerved Dean and he shivered. He could feel the path of the younger man's eyes as if they were strong callused hands groping him all over.

“You have a minute to get out of those clothes before I rip them from you,” Sam said huskily.

Dean smirked and began divesting himself of his clothing with all the speed of a special Olympic hurdler. The flames of desire in Sam's eyes seemed to ignite as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, taking time to run his hands down his torso, caressing it, pausing to pinch a nipple and gasp.

“Times up,” Sam growled. He on the bed in a flash, clawing at Dean's jeans, yanking them off within seconds. He unbuckled his own belt and grabbed Dean's hands, wrapping the belt around them and securing them above Dean's head.

“You've got me all tied up, now what are you going to do with me?” Dean smirked, his cockiness masking his nervousness. He had just met this man, he shouldn't be trusting Sam so soon and yet he felt as if he could trust the younger man with his life.

Sam was sitting back on his knees, admiring his handiwork, Dean supposed. One massive hand had disappeared down the front of Sam's pants to stroke himself. Sam couldn't help it, he'd was sure he'd never seen anything hotter than his beautiful bound captive.

“Please, Sammy,” Dean rasped, his voice rough with desire, “Please Sammy, touch me. I need you to touch me.”

His lover begged so prettily that Sam was helpless to deny him. He ripped the opened shirt from Dean's arms and bent down to lick a path down the golden torso. The smell of arousal coming from his prisoner was intoxicating and the musky flavor of Dean's sweat was beyond description. Sam was lost in the feel silky skin beneath him and the strangled moans ringing in his ears as he devoured his captive.

When he reached Dean's abdomen Sam stopped his assault, pausing to thrust his tongue in Dean's navel.

“Please, Sammy, stop teasing me. I'll do anything you want, just stop teasing me.”

Sam seemed to pause to consider the request a moment before he acquiesced and stripped Dean of his tented boxers. Dean's weeping cock sprang free, slapping his stomach. Sam had never seen anything so delectable. He wasted no time, engulfing the swollen shaft in one swift movement.

Dean was practically sobbing now with relief. He was sure his cock was hard enough to pound nails, he couldn't last much longer, the wet glide of Sam's mouth as he bobbed up and down was too perfect.

“I need to cum. Sam, please. I can't...I need.”

Sam backed off and Dean whimpered. “Not yet,” he said firmly. Sam started kissing back up Dean's chest, pausing only briefly to bite one rosy nipple. Dean screamed his name. Sam silenced him by thrusting his tongue inside those parted lips. Dean sucked on the invading tongue hungrily, he wanted to make Sam feel it. Sam had to know what it felt like to be poised on the brink of pleasure. He groaned as Sam's denim-clad groin connected with his. The rough fabric was scrapping his sensitive member, but nothing had ever felt this good.

Sam was breathless. He couldn't wait any longer either. He broke the kiss and struggled to free his own cock which was fit to burst. Sam need to be inside Dean now. He used his pre-cum as best as he could to slick himself up, but he couldn't wait to prepare his lover at all, he was too close to the edge.

Sam lined himself up and growled in satisfaction as he sank dry into Dean's tight channel. Dean gasped as he was impaled. It hurt something fierce, but before he had time to process it, Sam was thrusting in again hitting something deep inside that made Dean see sparks.

Sam was slamming into Dean as hard and as deep as he could. He knew he was hitting the right spot by the way Dean writhed beneath him incapable of saying anything more coherent than, “Fuck, Sam, please.”

Dean's hole clenched around him, spasming as Dean rode out his orgasm. Sam's vision went white and he collapsed on top of his lover utterly spent.

It was hours later when Sam came to. He was still sheathed in his captive who was grumbling loudly about his aching arms. Sam was just conscious enough to unfasten the belt and wrap his arms around Dean tightly, snuggling him like a teddy bear. With a sigh Sam was out again and Dean was squished possessively against his lover's bare chest.

Dean's arms felt like they had been ripped out at the shoulder, he was covered with sticky white fluid and lived bruises and his ass throbbing with pain; he looked like he'd been mauled, but he had never been happier in his life. This was what paradise was, falling asleep in your beloved's arms after he nearly fucks you to death.
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