A Love to Beat the Darkness Back – Chapter 5

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Extreme Kink… Fisting ahead… so turn back now if it’s not your thing!!!
A/N: This is completely a PWP set in the middle of the story… though you do get to see the trust and love the guys have in each other.

Also, this is my first fisting scene… always wanted to write one, but never actually got around to it. Hope you like it!!!

 

Chapter 5 – An Erotic Interlude

“Are you sure you want it…?” Sam asked quietly from the foot of the bed. His eyes were wide and lit with an inner excitement at Harry’s request. He had never thought about doing it before, but since Harry had asked his mind couldn’t stop picturing him doing it to Harry.

**Flashback**

They were lying sprawled out across the bed after spending the last three hours playing each other’s bodies like finely tuned pianos. Sam was cradled between Dean’s spread legs, his head resting on his damp chest. Harry lay on his side pressed up against both of their bodies face pressed into Sam’s neck panting warm puffs of air, making the hair on the nape of Sam’s neck fly up slightly with every breath.

“I think I just burned off every calorie I ate today….” Harry laughed.

“Well if you did, I must of melted away half my body weight… at least you two were on the bottom, I was up top doing all the work!” Sam ribbed good naturedly as he licked a dribble of sweat that had started to roll down the side of Dean’s chest.

“Yeah, but you got to fuck us… pretty fair trade, don’t cha think?” Dean asked, his eyebrow raised in question.

“Maybe…”

“I rest my case.”

It was quiet for a while, a warm glowy feeling surrounding them. “Harry, you know when I was fingering you…?” Sam asked quietly after a few minutes.

“Yeah?”

“Well, you got really excited when I accidently put four in there…” Sam paused before finishing. “…did you like that..?”The question hung in the air for a minute and then Harry spoke.

“Um… well, I kinda… that is… I want… Oh bugger!” Harry stopped as a pretty deep red blush blossomed on his face. Sam and Dean both sat up and looked down at their embarrassed lover. “Um, iwantatryfisting.” Harry mumbled quickly.

“What?” Dean said as he leaned down closer to Harry.

“I want to try fisting…” He replied softly, ducking his head as he spoke.

It was quiet for a minute or two as Dean and Sam processed Harry’s words. Then Dean began smirking and met Sam’s stare. Sam grinned and lifted Harry’s chin and looked into his younger lover’s eyes. “I think we can do that…”

**End Flashback**

“You’re sure…?” Sam asked before he started.

Harry lay on the bed his head cradled on Dean’s lap, wiggling in anticipation of what Sam was going to do to him. “God yes… I’ve wanted to have somebody do it to me for a long time, but didn’t trust any of my lover’s enough to do it.”

Nodding his head to no one in particular, Sam placed a few pillows underneath Harry’s ass, lifting it up for a better angle. Grabbing the special tub of lube Dean bought just for this called BOY BUTTER, he kneeled between Harry’s spread legs.

He opened the tub and scooped a bit out and let it lubricate his fingers, then he circled Harry’s hole getting it nice and covered with the buttery lube.  Pushing the first finger all the way in without a problem, he shoved it in and out, getting Harry’s ass nice and lubed for later. Pulling the finger out he then pushed two back in, scissoring them, opening the small pucker.

Harry purred at the feeling of Sam’s fingers in his arse and gave a small thrust down onto the fingers, gasping as they hit his prostate. His entire body was practically vibrating in anticipation.

Dean rubbed his hands over Harry’s smooth chest, tracing the lines of Harry’s defined abs. He smiled when Harry’s fingers linked with his and they both rubbed the soft skin of Harry’s chest. His already semi-hard cock was quickly filling at the sounds Harry was making.

Sam soon had three fingers inside Harry, quickly working them back and forth into the hole, a wet squelching noise echoing around the quiet room. Pulling them out and scooping up more lube, he pushed his fingers back in covering the muscled walls with the BOY BUTTER. Pulling them back out he grazed his fingers against Harry’s prostate and as Harry gasped, hips bucking down onto his fingers, he slipped his pinky finger back in with the others.

“Ugghh, please… Sam…please…” Harry moaned as he spread his legs wider and brought Dean and his linked hands down around his hard cock, pulling the stiff length in time with Sam’s thrusts.

“I know… only a little bit more…” Taking his fingers out, Sam got more lube and used his other hand to spread it around, covering the wider part of his hand, wrist and halfway up his forearm… making sure to add enough that he wouldn’t injure Harry. “Okay baby, I’m gonna start working my hand inside you… you gotta’ tell me if it hurts too much, ‘kay?”

Harry nodded, giving Sam a stunning smile and then pulled Dean down for a kiss. As they kissed, tongues thrusting against each other, their hands slid up and down along Harry’s dick, pulling the flesh and making Harry squirm and wiggle for more.

Bringing his hand back to Harry’s entrance, Sam pushed three fingers back in smoothly and scissored them around before tucking his pinky and thumb into his palm and slowly slid his compacted hand into Harry.

“ AHHHH!” Harry shouted as he felt Sam reach the widest part of his hand. Sam stopped at the sound and Harry took a few deep breaths and then nodded. “M’okay… more.”

Sam then began pushing his hand into Harry, the muscle slowly giving way until he passed the widest part and Harry’s hole was wrapped tightly around Sam’s wrist. “Ugh god, baby… you should see it, it’s so fucking beautiful! Your hole is holding onto my wrist and squeezing, pulling it farther in…”

Harry groaned and pushed down onto Sam’s hand, the feeling of it inside of him was amazing. He felt full, so full… every place was filled up by Sam. The hand inside him began to tuck inward forming into a fist within him and he keened at the pleasure/pain it caused. He was glad he waited until Sam and Dean, Sam was the perfect top… caring and loving, making sure to give him whatever he needed and more, but still hold him down and fuck him hard, growling and moaning at every gasp and mew that came from Harry’s mouth. And Dean… Dean just knew exactly how to move to push him farther than he had ever gone before, he would flick his tongue a certain way or angled his hips upward at the last moment as he shoved his cock inside Harry, and when it was done he’d hold him and kiss him, murmuring sweet words to bring him down.

They were everything Harry needed, everything he wanted and Harry hoped he made them as happy as they made him.

Harry was pulled from his thoughts as Sam slowly pulled out his fist from Harry’s arse to the knuckles and then pushed back inside, turning his fist slightly as it slid back in. Gasping at the burn it inflicted, Harry thrust down and yelled as Sam leaned down and pushed Dean and Harry’s hands away from Harry’s cock and swallowed it whole.

“Ohgodohgodohgod…” Harry whispered as Sam began picking up speed thrusting his fist in and out of Harry’s body as he bobbed his mouth up and down on Harry’s cock, taking the entire length with each downward pass.

Dean started pinching and twisting Harry’s nipples as he continued to plunder Harry mouth, flicking his tongue against the roof of Harry mouth and eliciting a deep groan from him. He heard the squelching of Sam’s fist as it thrust in and out of Harry, the sound making him pant more with each new thrust.

Fist pushing forward faster and faster, Sam groaned around Harry’s cock at seeing him taking Sam inside all the way up to just a few inches below his elbow. It was hot and so damn erotic that he shoved his hand down his body and began tugging violently on his dick, feeling like if he didn’t come soon he would explode. All of a sudden the ring of muscle around Sam’s arm tightened like a vise as Harry came like a train, flooding Sam’s mouth with cum. He gulped it down, trying to not lose a single drop, sucking as if to save his life, pulling Harry the rest of the way through his orgasm.

As Harry’s cock began to soften, Sam slowly pulled his arm from Harry. He smiled as Harry groaned at the withdraw and gave a feeble thrust down onto the few fingers that were left inside his body. Walking to the bathroom, he quickly washed his hands, very aware of the fact that he was so hard he could probably hammer nails into a two by four.

Coming out of the room he found Dean laying down on the bed, eyes closed tugging away at his hard cock, gasping and thrusting at every pull. Harry lay beside him with a peaceful look on his face, rubbing Dean’s chest and licking a nearby nipple. Crawling onto the bed Sam maneuvered himself until he was leaning over Dean’s dick, his hanging just above Dean’s face.

Dean opened his eyes as Sam swallowed his cock, groaning and quickly latching onto the bat Sam called a dick. He swirled his tongue around the head, moaning and sucking the salty tip and then widening his jaw he took as much of Sam as he could. Using his hand to help, he twisted it around the base as he created a vacuum around it.

From below he felt Sam lick the tip and nibble the flesh, sliding his tongue down the length and then back up. Soon they were both bobbing up and down on each other’s cocks, coming closer and closer to the peak and then Dean felt Sam groan around his cock and gulped down the jets of cum that threatened to overflow. At the taste he felt his balls tighten towards his body and then was cumming into Sammy’s mouth.

Sam swallowed his brother’s cum, smiling around the now softened dick in his mouth and lapped up the excess. It slipped from his mouth and Sam groaned as his sore body protested movement as he flopped down onto the bed beside Dean.

“God, I haven’t cum so hard in my entire life…” Sam breathed as he turned to kiss Dean’s thigh. “Harry… if you have any more requests let me know, ‘kay?”

Harry laughed and sat up on the bed, his strength finally back and looked at his blissful lovers. He gave a slight grimace as the movement jostled his sore stretched hole. Laying his head on Dean’s stomach, he placed a hand on Sam’s chest, his thumb rubbing back and forth along the suntanned skin. “’kay.”

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