You are my sin uncrowned poem

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Sam touched Dean eagerly and roughly, rubbing his fingers across Dean's nipples, deliberately causing him pain and discomfort.He left bloody tooth marks on Dean's neck, then pecked Dean's shoulder, like a little comfort after punishment.Lips brushed against Dean's skin lightly, and Sam put his hands between Dean's legs again, rubbing his cock up and down through his pants. Dean spat out Sam's name hoarsely, lust raining into their eyes.

His wrist seemed to be firmly cuffed to the wall by something, and he couldn't move at all. Dean leaned against the wall passively, accepting Sam's kisses and caresses passively, his back couldn't move, his ankles were locked by invisible chains, only his waist and legs were slowly shaking with Sam's hand masturbating him, constantly moving The sensitive front bumped into Sam's palm.

The cloth rubbed against Sam's palm, and the blood oozes again, and he smears the blood on Dean's naked belly in pain - he paints the blood on the tattoo on Dean's chest where Abaddon scratched.

The soul fragment of the war knight roared, as if angry at Sam's provocation.

Sam pulled down Dean's pants, squeezing his legs between Dean's. Forced to spread his legs, Dean took a deep breath of air, instinctively resisting, turning his head and biting Sam's hair.

The pain caused Sam to cough suddenly, and he stroked Dean's hipbones, sliding his palms to Dean's firm buttocks, and the blood spread from his hips to his thighs along the path of Sam's stroking. Sam pushed Dean's legs with his knees, hooked his wrists around the bend of his legs, and pushed his knees up in a frenzied defiance and growl.

The blood also left messy palm prints on the knees.

All the voices of anger, Dean's anger, the anger of a war knight. Sam licked Dean's shoulder, sniffing obsessively at his neck-stinging scent, and suddenly bit down hard on the black tattoo. Dean's body shook violently, and the pieces of the war knight were almost insane, as if they would break through the seal at any moment to devour the provocateur's soul.

Sam didn't think it was fair.

Even such an evil shard could stay with Dean.

He can't.

He wanted to stay away from Dean, and to be kept away by Dean.

One could adore Dean, but he couldn't.

Someone could gaze at Dean's scarred body, but he couldn't.

Someone can touch Dean, not him.

But everything that other people can do, he can't do.

Only he can't.

This is the greatest injustice he has ever experienced.

Others had glorious paladins, in the poems and songs of bards, in the legends that were talked about, but what he had was an older brother who refused to share his secrets with him.

Others had a strong and charming Alpha, in that unfinished painting, in that afternoon full of Omega smells, but what he had was a saint who warned him never to get close.

It seems that everyone has had a complete and perfect Dean, only he always only enjoys a part of it, what he gets is always incomplete, and now, this Dean has almost become fragments.

"The person you should get the most is me." Sam murmured, biting the tattoo hard to bleed. Dean groaned in pain, calling Sam's name instinctively, but it was impossible to tell whether he was calling to stop or begging to continue.And Sam ignored him, just stroking his body all the way, stroking the old wounds that hadn't healed and the new ones just added.

Blood and wounds always make Dean more attractive.

Sam thought so, looking up and kissing Dean again.

The blood on the teeth was rolled away by Dean's tongue, and the taste of blood made Dean even more wild. He was forced to bend his legs against Sam's body, straighten his waist, and rubbed his cock between Sam's legs.

The kiss finally became warm in the long kiss, and both Dean and Sam closed their eyes, immersed in the desire finally released, hungry to feel each other with all their strength. Sam pinched Dean's other nipple, kneading and pulling gently, Dean's lips and tongue were still entangled with Sam, he could only make a vague nasal sound, biting Sam's tongue dissatisfied.

Sam pushed up Dean's other leg, curling up at the bend of his leg, propping his palm against the wall, keeping him in the forced-span position.

Sam never even dared to think he could get Dean.

Lips away from lips, Sam lets his gaze slide down from Dean's eyes, across Dean's chest and belly, staring at the swollen cock between his legs.Biting his lip and swallowing the saliva hard, Sam reached out to hold it, rubbing the front end with his thumb, and the gushing pre-cum quickly wetted his fingers.Panting, he bites Dean's neck again, moaning vaguely as he jerks off his brother.

The part of "darkness" that was attributed to lust seemed to have completely taken over Sam.

The noise outside gradually calmed down, the rain continued, the thunder continued, and the demons still hovered over the Nuoxi Parish.

But Sam couldn't remember these things anymore, he originally wanted to save Dean, he wanted Dean to stay away from the knife, away from the demon and killing, that's why he brought Dean back.

Everything is out of control.

Because Dean wanted it so badly.

Sam licked Dean's neck, occasionally sucking and kissing it with prominent hickey marks.He wrapped his palm around Dean's pouch and squeezed it gently, and Dean moaned, but struggled the whole time.The pain in the back of his neck made him anxious and irritable. His instinct was not to submit, but to conquer.

Pre-cum-stained fingers slid across the perineum, stopping hesitantly at the opening behind Dean's back. Dean struggled visibly more intensely, but futilely under the shackles of the invisible force.

Fingers dug into the narrow hole, and Dean's body tensed in pain. Sam kissed the back of Dean's ear, licked the lobe of his ear, and hugged his leg, stroking his sweaty skin lightly.But none of this comforts Dean, he just gets more and more agitated, struggling more and more.In the end, Sam had no choice but to hug him helplessly and push him onto the bed.

The invisible shackles were instantly released.

Dean grabbed Sam's shoulders and pushed him away, rolled over and pinned him down, biting his neck down, reaching out and tugging at his clothes roughly.Impatiently, he pushed up the hem of his robe, pulled down Sam's trousers, and roughly fiddled with his already unbelievably hard cock, his hands groping between Sam's legs, not at all Sam's tenderness, just eager Want to combine with Sam.

Like clinging to the last thing he could.

The Alphas tugged at each other on the narrow bed, neither of them willing to give in. Dean finally managed to get Sam to roll over under him, and he couldn't wait to bite the back of Sam's neck, which made Sam instinctively irritated.He grabbed Dean's hand with his backhand and pulled Dean off him so hard that Dean accidentally rolled to the floor, and Sam got up and got out of bed, grabbing the back of Dean's neck with one hand and pressing him firmly on the bed again.

This time Sam gave up tenderness.

"Darkness" occupied his body, so he just couldn't wait to mark this Alpha who was temporarily suppressed by him.He pinned the back of Dean's head roughly, keeping his face pressed against the bed and unable to move.An invisible force took hold of his hands, and Sam easily carried them behind his back.

Then came the invasion.

He wraps his arms around Dean's body, which is shaking with pain, bites down on the back of his neck, wraps him around, and fucks him hard.Alpha cannot be moved by tenderness, only strength can make him surrender. Dean lay on the bed, the humiliation of being pinned down and fucked hard by another Alpha nearly broke him, but this Alpha was Sam, and he hated and wanted more, Sam's teeth digging into the skin on the back of his neck, and now he Sam smelled all over his body.

Repulsion danced on the surface of the skin until the bulging knot on Sam's cock stretched the bowel wall. Sam pulled Dean up suddenly, grabbing his hand and propping it up against the wall.The two knelt on the bed, Sam wrapped his arms around Dean's waist, bit his ear lightly, panted, and shot his semen into his body continuously. Dean had stopped fighting, the tingling in the back of his neck was gone, he closed his eyes and leaned into Sam's arms, compromisingly letting Sam do anything to him.

Sam took hold of Dean's hard cock and fiddled with it, feeling the knots bulge at the base, and Dean's body trembled in his arms, reminding him of that afternoon full of omega smells.

That is the beginning of all sin.

Dean moaned hoarsely in the heat of pleasure, cum spraying into Sam's hands.

Sam grabbed Dean's hair and forced him to turn his head away.

Dean pressed his lips to Sam's naturally.

The emptiness is satisfied for a moment, and the body is stretched in pleasure, but all this will only bring more hunger and thirst, and will only make the empty person more desire and dissatisfaction.

The abyss is a bottomless pit, it devours the pleasure brought by blood and sex, but never satisfies it.

Sam kissed Dean deeply.

He felt that his blood seemed to be burning, powerful force was flowing in his body, and the surrounding air resounded with crackling sounds again.

Under the dark clouds, the black smoke entrenched in the air suddenly rushed towards the monastery.

TBC