Sam looked more than proud when he gently swatted his cock against Dean’s mouth. Pulled it out of his mouth, interrupted what Dean knew was very good head, just to smack his swollen lips with his wet cock. Revenge for some wrong Dean didn’t remember committing.
“Having fun?”
“You know it,” Sam said in a low, teasing voice, jerking himself with each slap of cock against face.
Dean was soaked, dripping down the insides of his thighs, and it all came to a crescendo with Sam sighing headily and splashing his come across Dean’s face.
He should have been mad. Operative word: should.