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[elinorwise]

His brother could never disappoint him; anger him, yes, piss him off, for sure, make him sad, oh yeah, but disappoint him? Hadn't happened yet, probably never would.


Even his begging wasn't a disappointment, because Sam'd been expecting it. Dean had lasted for a long time on that sweet, sweet edge of enoughnotenough, and Sam was proud for that. Sure, Dean would have to be punished for that, but … it would be a punishment Dean would chose for himself.


"It's okay Dean, 's okay, 's okay…" he swirled his tongue around Dean's hip while moving across Dean's left leg so that he could kneel by his brother's left side.


"Hey, hey … you wanna safe word?" he whispered into Dean's open mouth, before kissing him; tongue and spit and teeth clashing and whimpers that were swallowed by them both.


He trusted Dean that he'd safe word anything, even punishment – especially after the punishment he received when he hadn't safe worded when he wanted to.

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