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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester, Original_Child_Character(s), Castiel
  Additional Tags:
      Established_Relationship, Established_Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester,
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha_Dean, Omega_Sam, Explicit
      Sexual_Content, Post_Mpreg, Anal_Sex, Anal_Plug, Marking, Come_Marking,
      Come_Inflation, Male_Lactation, Milking, Self-Lubrication, Plot_What
      Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Timestamp
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-01-27 Words: 1258
****** It's Been a While ******
by compo67
Summary
     On a cool night, Sam wakes Dean up. He needs Dean's hands.
Notes
     Timestamp to Put Your Hands Where Mine Are.
See the end of the work for more notes
On a cool night, Sam wakes Dean up.
He needs Dean's hands.
For the second night in a row, he's engorged and uncomfortable. The pressure in
his chest is relentless. Both Toby and Cas ate as usual today. Sam's body is
just in overdrive, producing enough milk for four instead of two. The result is
swelling and being too sensitive to strap a pump on.
Each breast is heavy and leaking.
Sam paws at Dean's back until Dean turns over and wakes up. Swiftly, Sam clasps
his hands over Dean's and holds them against his chest.
Moaning lowly, Sam shudders when Dean presses his fingertips into the soft,
supple flesh of his breasts. An ache blooms throughout Sam. Just a little
relief. He closes his eyes and places his hands on Dean's arms, his breath
hitching when Dean flicks his thumbs over tight, peaked nipples. Languid
circles are traced. Dean pushes down, rolling each nipple between his fingers,
cupping the swollen underside of each breast.
In the six weeks since giving birth, Sam has adjusted well enough to nursing.
He enjoys it, except when this happens, and then it's more of a discomfort than
a real pain. It doesn't help that Dean is teasing.
They knotted for the first time yesterday. Dean didn't wear a condom; nursing
every four hours affords them this luxury. Sam was pumped full of come. There
was so much. Dean warned him. It had been six weeks of knotting Sam's breasts,
fucking them until they were red, glistening with milk and come. Sam offered
his mouth more than once, but every time Dean declined. He knew he wouldn't be
able to control himself if he knotted Sam's mouth.
Last night, Sam's belly curved out with the load from his alpha's knot.
He hasn't lost any weight in six weeks. His middle is still soft and slightly
round, especially after being knotted.
Now, Dean listens to the hiccups and pleas that escape the back of Sam's
throat. It hurts now. His nipples are flushed. Beads of milk are at each tip,
creamy, sweet. Dean breathes in deep and kisses Sam.
His hands squeeze.
Sam groans.
Milk gushes out over Dean's flat, firm chest. They should move to the tub to
avoid clean up, but something in Sam's mind pulls at him to stay here, here in
their bed. He listens. He holds onto Dean as his breasts are massaged by steady
hands. The hiss of every spray is loud. It mixes with the sound of their
breathing. Sam is whining by the time the bed is soaked.
There's more.
He cries, frustrated.
Dean noses Sam's hair. A low rumble is given, asking permission. His cock
presses against Sam's thigh.
With a nod, Sam allows it. But he doesn't allow Dean to move his hands. He is
rolled into his back and his legs are spread. This is easy. This is like a
dance; Sam knows all the steps.
Freckled fingers push into the ample sides of Sam's breasts, creating a squirt
of milk. It trickles down, towards Sam's middle. Broad shoulders dip down and a
rough tongue laps up the stream.
Sam feels slick build up until it pushes out, coating the insides of his
thighs. Slick keeps forming until it spills over the second Dean holds his
mouth over Sam's right breast.
Yes.
Yes.
Please.
Dean nudges Sam's legs open again with his knees and lines their hips up. His
tongue flickers over the tender nub of Sam's breast. The bed creaks. Sam's legs
wrap around Dean's waist.
The first push into Sam and Dean's knot forms. There's a squelch from their
hips and from Sam's chest. Dean bears his hands down over each swollen, large,
rounded breast. Sam squirms under the hold, his hips pulling Dean in and his
chest rolling forward. It feels so good. All of this feels so good.
On the third thrust, Dean seals his mouth over Sam's breast.
Plush, shapely lips close around the leaking nipple. Suction. Thrusting. Slick
pushing out, dribbling over the knot pressing against him. Sam's eyes roll back
and he clings to Dean as the knot works into him, prying him open, filling him
up and marking him as belonging to this alpha.
This alpha, whose throat works with each slurp and swallow. He keeps a hand on
the other breast and a hand on this one, groping, enjoying the weight of it.
Sam cries out when the knot pushes into him completely. At the same time, Dean
begins pulling with his mouth, working the milk out, licking and popping off
for breath. His hands bring Sam's breasts together, pushing them up, holding
them this way and increasing the pressure in his hands while his hips snap
forward. As the bed creaks, Sam's breasts shake and bounce within Dean's hold.
Milk streams out. Dean let's go. Sam gasps.
His breasts are slapped as Dean fucks him. Sam groans, shivering and stretching
out, completely gone. His hips are pummeled into the mattress; his breasts move
from the force of it all.
Timed thrusts match the squeeze given to each of Sam's breasts. Dean leans down
again. He kisses Sam, sloppy and wet, then bites the swell of Sam's left
breast, sweeping his tongue over the nipple, cheeks hollowed.
His legs in the air, his hips pinned down, and the pressure all over him
dissipating, Sam relaxes. He opens up. He holds onto Dean and works against
him.
The force of Dean's thrusts is exquisite.
Pounding, pushing, driving into Sam, there is nothing between them but wet,
glistening milk and sweat. A bundle of nerves is tapped by the fat head of
Dean's cock; Sam moans, muffling his scream, and he tosses his head back.
He gives himself up.
Muscles flutter over Dean's cock, spasming, working him the same way he works
Sam's breasts. New pressure builds and builds and builds until Sam is digging
his fingers into Dean's back and opening his mouth for a silent scream. Arching
forward, toes curling, Sam comes. Dean leans down and seals his mouth over the
left breast, pulling hard, drawing out a deluge of hot, thick milk.
Twitching, Sam comes again.
He holds Dean to his chest, gasping when Dean's knot swells.
Come pumps into him. Milk squirts out of him. Sam is wrung out, wrecked, and
trembling. Dean growls into his chest, lapping under the left nipple, breathing
over it, causing Sam to shiver. The knot buried deep inside him produces enough
come to distend Sam's middle, pushing the curve of it out, making him feel
heavy.
Sam can't focus.
Some time passes and Dean is easing out, slipping a plug into Sam, and rubbing
the length of his cock over Sam's belly. His. All his.
Sam is marked.
He doesn't wipe at the come on his belly. That would be disrespectful. He mewls
when Dean squeezes his breasts. One drop of milk tickles out. Sam sighs,
relieved.
Strong arms scoop under Sam and lift him up.
Placed on the rocking chair where Sam nurses most often, he waits as Dean
cleans up. Within ten minutes, Sam is carried back to bed, tucked in, and
kissed. His hair is carded through while gentle fingers rub lotion over his
tender entrance. Dean gives a small pat to Sam's ass when he's done.
Their bed is marked. This is their space. The babies are checked on and
finally, Dean settles in.
"Sleep," Dean murmurs. "Sleep now, Sammy."
That sounds perfect.
This is perfect.
How Sam needs those hands.
End Notes
     Phew!
     Written in my phone, 4 am, forgive mistakes.
     I sleep now.
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