He was a good son, he knew it better than he ever had before as he clenched tight onto his dad’s knot.
Dean had been bred before, though Dad’s very eager attempts to give Dean a child and a sibling in one go hadn’t resulted in anything but disappointment. He wanted more than anything to make him proud, to take Dad’s come and make it into something like he was supposed to do.
Dean felt small in his father’s hands, like nothing more than a self-tightening omega fleshlight that he could rut into to his heart’s content. Despite the degrading comparison, he felt a rush of pleasure hit him as he forced himself back, pushing and pushing until his ass slammed against the no man’s land between Dad’s cock and the low swell of his abdomen. He moaned and tightened every muscle he could to try and squeeze him dry, his pussy soaked and ready for Dad’s gratuitous load.
Dad reached out and grabbed Dean’s throat, holding it and sidling his fingers up until two of them were teasing his swollen bottom lip. He poked and prodded at the edge of his lips until Dean opened his mouth, allowing Dad to stick them onto his tongue, fuck his mouth like it needed to be knotted, too—though Dad had knotted Dean’s mouth before, and it nearly sent him to the ER with a dislocated jaw and at least a half an ounce of come in his lungs. No matter how much Sam had worried about Dean’s bandaged jaw, he still wanted to do it again; maybe once he was pregnant.
Dean clenched onto his knot and sucked on Dad’s fingers until he finally felt a strong shot go off inside him. He grabbed Dean hard and held him still, rutting into him a few more times to try and push his come as deep inside of Dean as he could.
He panted for air and flopped against the mattress, his hips stuck in place so all of his blood would rush to his head. It really felt like it worked this time and pride creased his face in an exhausted grin; what he wouldn’t give for it to take.
Dad stroked the curve of Dean’s ass as his knot deflated, nudged his thumb over to the dimple of his cheeks and moved downward, circling his unused hole. He laughed darkly behind Dean’s back.
“Sam’s presented, hasn’t he?”