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shealynn88.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Nov. 4th, 2005 09:05 am)Title: Rough Comfort
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Word Count: 100
Warnings: sex, slash, incest, hints of sub/dom
Author's Note: Be nice, it's my first post here. :)
There was something about the pain Dean’s body offered that was comforting—hands and teeth and prodding length, the rough push of love and lust and heart-rending intimacy that Sam so craved and loathed, the opposite emotions blurred together by the twisted passion that drove them both.
It was when Dean was the roughest that Sam could really let go, pretend that he didn’t want it, that it wasn’t his fault. As he whimpered and moaned at the breathtaking pressure of hands digging into his hips, the soul-tearing pleasure of teeth in his shoulder, Sam could pretend he hadn’t asked.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Word Count: 100
Warnings: sex, slash, incest, hints of sub/dom
Author's Note: Be nice, it's my first post here. :)
There was something about the pain Dean’s body offered that was comforting—hands and teeth and prodding length, the rough push of love and lust and heart-rending intimacy that Sam so craved and loathed, the opposite emotions blurred together by the twisted passion that drove them both.
It was when Dean was the roughest that Sam could really let go, pretend that he didn’t want it, that it wasn’t his fault. As he whimpered and moaned at the breathtaking pressure of hands digging into his hips, the soul-tearing pleasure of teeth in his shoulder, Sam could pretend he hadn’t asked.
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