You are my sin uncrowned poem

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They kissed each other hungrily, lips and teeth biting each other's lips, tongues entangled with each other, greedily licking every inch of each other's mouth. Dean couldn't help leaning over to hold Sam down, gently kneading his bloody palm against his shoulder, stroking his collarbone, and then curling his fingers to draw circles on his chest.

Sam's hand is on Dean's bare back, sliding down the protrusion of his spine.There was still blood and grease on his hands, and he spread them on Dean's clean back, letting them cling to Dean's body, exuding their original smell.So Dean at this moment is like a collection of desires that attract all desires - sexual desire and brutal sadism, appetite that makes people want to move - Sam kisses his Dean delicately, touches him with his palms insatiably, caresses, seduce, seduce.

Dean rocked slowly on top of Sam, his fingers resting on his chest suddenly pressing precisely on his nipples through the fabric.The sting made Sam couldn't help biting Dean's tongue, he clasped the back of Dean's neck even harder, the hand lingering behind Dean's back paused, and pressed down under the more wanton touch of Dean's hand on his ass.

Sam's fingers slid back and forth slowly along the buttocks wrapped under the fabric, and the fingertips were familiar with the hole, pressing down, letting the fabric rub against the tight muscle ring. Breathing out trembling breaths, Dean let go of Sam's lips and just licked the corners of his mouth obsessively, but his fingers pinched his nipples hard without knowing how hard they were.

The sudden pain caused the lord to bite his knight's chin, and his fingers pushed in even harder, even through the material of the clothes, he could feel the sensitive contraction of the hole.

The scratchy touch unexpectedly brought intense pleasure, and Dean's twisting range increased unknowingly, and the smell on his body instantly became extremely strong.Panting harder and harder as he squeezed Sam's nipples, he eagerly reached into his pants and took hold of his cock.The gasps and murmurs of the two people full of lust echoed repeatedly in this empty and silent hall, the candles on the candlesticks were burning brightly, and the black and empty eyes of the billy goat stared eerily ahead.

Another pair of silver rings was still soaked in blood.

Sam suddenly picked up Dean and led him away from the throne.

The state of being held in someone's arms with his feet off the ground made Dean struggle subconsciously, and the next moment, he was pressed hard by Sam against the wall behind the throne.

There is a huge stained glass window above his head, and the stained glass forms a portrait of a face that cannot be seen clearly.

That is not God, nor the Son.

Idols in their own image.

Sam kissed Dean, pulled down his pants, and held him by the waist to hold him firmly against the wall.Then the lord half-kneeled in front of his knight, sucked his raised penis in his mouth, and licked the wet front end with his tongue.

Dean's body tensed up as Sam sucked the hot, hard cock into his mouth, and he let out a moan that was caught off guard, and the pleasure came like a rainstorm. Sam's mouth was warm and moist, his tongue soft and nimble, and he swallowed his brother's cock viciously slowly, sucking, his tongue delicately licking every bulging vein on it.

Nobody's ever done that for Dean, and he's almost driven mad by the intensity of the pleasure Sam's giving him.He clasped the back of Sam's head roughly, whispered Sam's name, praised him, and couldn't help stabbing his cock deep into his throat.

Dean's constant groans pleased Sam.As much as he doesn't like that Dean is still holding the back of his head, it hurts the back of his neck, but it's just a minor blemish.

He liked Dean's groans, it made him forget for a while the pain in Dean's soul.He also likes Dean's expression at the moment, there is only desire, only the joy of being fulfilled, he hopes that this Dean can stay longer, and he doesn't mind spending more time to keep this Dean.

Give him pleasure and satisfy him.

Taking Dean's hand, Sam spat out his cock and got up, fingering the silver ring still stained with goat's blood.Leaning in to kiss Dean's hot lips, Sam wrapped his arms around Dean's waist and picked him up again, pushing him up. Dean's feet left the ground, and he gasped uneasily, trying to wrap his arms around Sam's neck, but Sam used his strength to hold Dean against the wall, unable to move.

"Sammy?"

Lost in lust, Dean opened his misty eyes to Sam, who kissed him again.

The kiss was affectionate and rough, and Sam tortured Dean's lips hard, sucking in Dean's breath until Dean snorted from the suffocation.

Straightening Dean's arm, Sam kept it flat against the wall.Then he took Dean's other arm and did the same, and he walked over and kissed Dean's fingers lightly, leaving a ring of teeth marks on his left ring finger.

Dean was nailed to the wall with his arms outstretched, like a butterfly, like a crucified Son. Sam panted heavily in the backlit darkness, finally finding the amulet on Dean's chest.

There is no witness here, so it is a witness.

Dean felt ashamed at the spread of his body.He's in Sam's shadow, his lips red and swollen, his cock sticking up between his legs.The fragments of the war knight are still roaring in the tattoo, and together with the shame, it pushes Dean into a deeper desire - Dean is more sensitive because of their existence, and the way Sam looks at him makes him feel like his blood is burning, Pleasure burst open in sequence like bubbles in his body, sweeping his whole body.

Sam stared at Dean quietly, letting his eyes wander cautiously and indulgently along his body in admiration.He reached out and stroked Dean's cheek, and Dean moaned uncontrollably at the mere touch. Sam watched the red slowly spread across Dean's body, like watching a flower bloom quietly.He nuzzled Dean's cheek lightly with the tip of his nose, and touched his neck lightly with his fingers, then pinched his nipples, pinched and pulled in his favorite way, making it engorged and hard, making him moan shudderingly.

Dean's nostrils fluttered intoxicated by the smell of Sam.When he was marked, the smell no longer made him feel restless, and the tingling in the back of his neck was gone, replaced by deep desire.

He wanted Sam to kiss him, touch him, open his legs and enter him.

Dean's little unconscious movement made Sam gasp heavily, and he loved the way Dean was fascinated by him, so he whispered Dean's name and licked his brother's ear to tell him how he was going to be fucked next.

Sam's voice matched his unhurried tone like a musical instrument, and his hot breath entered Dean's ears, causing him to let out another out-of-pitch moan.

The nipples continued to be played with by Sam, and the tingling made the pleasure clearer and more urgent, and the heavy cock became harder and harder. Dean pressed his sweaty cheek against Sam's face, begging hoarsely for Sam to touch his sore cock.

"Don't worry, Dean." Sam's tongue followed Dean's ear all the way to his neck. Sam's lips pressed against his brother's neck, sucking hard to create a prominent hickey.His hands wandered wildly over Dean's sweaty body, stroking the inner thighs but never touching his cock.

Desire rushes violently inside him, pleasure, and the unsatisfied agitation tearing at Dean.He writhed under Sam's touch, dragging his barely moving body in the wildest motion he could, the red getting darker and brighter all over his body, Sam staring at his face , Thinking of all the things I have heard about the Black Mass in the past.

Dean was like an offering to the devil on an altar.

And now, Dean belongs to his demon.

Only belong to him.

Sam leaned down and kissed Dean's heart.

He backed away, turned around the throne and walked down the steps, slowly into the light.Reaching out to hold the container of blood, Sam turned and looked at his brother again from this distance.

He is his deepest sin.

Holding the container, he walked up the steps, walked around the throne, and stopped in front of Dean. Sam leaned over to put the container at his feet, half kneeling in front of Dean again.He took out a silver ring from the blood, and the viscous liquid gathered along the arc of the silver ring and dripped into the container without stopping.

Sam took one of Dean's heels, pulled his foot in front of him, and slipped the silver ring over his foot.The ring went through Dean's foot and heel, tightening around his ankle. Sam cupped Dean's foot in his bloody hand, leaned down and kissed his toes.

TBC