“C’mon, Sammy, it’s just a test! No one else is gonna see it!”
Sam edged away from Dean, covering himself with the scratchy sheets. He smiled, but he was shy about the idea of Dean posting him getting railed onto some creepy, virus-addled internet site.
“I don’t think you’ll just keep it to yourself.” Sam fingered the inside of his thigh, drawing closer to his balls. “You’re gonna show it off to the first person who says you can’t get laid.”
Dean shrugged, pulling that annoyingly charming lopsided grin that Sam really couldn’t say no to. He fell back on his elbows and let Dean push the covers aside, holding his phone up and taking his sweet time dragging the shot up Sam’s thigh until he had the camera pointed at his vulva.
“It’s a really good camera,” Dean said as he grabbed his cock and started to line it up with the opening of Sam’s vagina.
He spread his legs, blushing like a virgin as he could practically feel the camera’s lens on him. It sent a rush up his spine, no longer having to imagine what it must look like to get fucked from Dean’s point of view.