You are my sin uncrowned poem

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That kiss was as light as the touch of a butterfly's wings.

Dean was instantly overwhelmed by the huge wave of lust.Hoarse groans kept echoing in the dark space that belonged to them alone. The glass idol above Dean's head was silent and serene, looking down at the two people who were performing the ceremony under it with its unpainted eyes.

This is ritual.

Sam kissed Dean's instep, sticking out his tongue to lick his sweaty calf.He grabbed Dean's foot and pulled it up, the tip of his tongue licking his way down his knee and thigh. Sam buried his head between Dean's legs, the tip of his nose rubbed against his tense muscles, his Adam's apple rose and fell, and he swallowed hard the saliva and Dean's smell.

He pushed up against Dean's leg, sucking gently against his pouch with his lips. Dean let out a sudden cry, his cock quivering and bouncing, more clear pre-cum. Sam's sunken fingers slid over Dean's skin with tiny movements, splashing blood all over Dean's legs.

A dull purple glow traveled down Dean's legs to his waist, then his side ribs, and finally to the black tattoo.

The pieces of the war knight suddenly rolled in Dean's chest, hissing in pain.As if the severe pain that was about to tear his chest burst out from the tattoo, Dean suddenly let out a whine with a different tone, and his body against the wall tensed even more, as if trying to suppress himself from making a painful sound.

Another pair of silver rings was prepared to seal the pieces of the War Knight.

As Dean whined, Sam grabbed his other foot and put the silver ring on it as well.The inner side engraved with the inscription clasped Dean's ankle tightly, and goat's blood dripped down his feet, and a dull purple light rushed towards the tattoo.

It was as if a force was about to shatter his ribs, split his spine and tear his flesh, and crush his internal organs into powder.

There's a rich red around the tattoo, and Sam almost thinks it's cracked and Dean is bleeding.

But that's not blood.

Dean must have suffered as much when the fragments were implanted.

And Sam couldn't bear it for him.

Sam's hands had goat's blood all over Dean, and he knelt in front of Dean, closed his eyes, and swallowed Dean's cock again.He sucked, licked, and squeezed Dean's pouch with his palm. Dean was trembling in pain and pleasure, tears and sweat wet his face, he swallowed fluid, sobbed, flinched to escape the pain, but involuntarily puffed up his hips, wanting Sam to swallow him deeper.

Sam pressed Dean's perineum lightly, and Dean screamed out of pleasure, and he murmured "this is too much" in inarticulate pain, Sam couldn't tell whether Dean was talking about the pain from the seal fragment or the pain he brought. Come the thrill.But he didn't stop there.

Fingers squeezed into the buttocks, pressing the sensitive hole.He slid a finger into the hole as he swallowed Dean's cock in one gulp, Dean's body stiffened, rings of muscle gripping his finger tightly. Sam licked the hot shaft with his tongue, slowly spitting out Dean's cock, and then focused on licking the small hole in the front where pre-cum had been gushing.

Dean's choked-up cries became clearer at this moment.

Under the entanglement of purple light, the fragments of the war knight were gradually suppressed, the turmoil gradually subsided, and the pain from Dean's painful body turned into sweat and faded away little by little.

The moaning of pain turned into longing gasps and moans again, and Dean's every breath was filled with weeping sobs, which made Sam finally couldn't help thrusting his fingers into Dean's hole a little roughly, eager to widen him .The cock under the robes was already so hard it ached, and every time Dean moaned and breathed it made it twitch violently.

While stretching for Dean, Sam stood up and kissed Dean's body. He sucked and sucked on Dean's nipple, biting it lightly, repeatedly rubbing and torturing Dean's sensitive nipple with rough tongue coating. Dean gasped in pain, but the pleasure was getting stronger and stronger in Sam's smell and touch, he could even feel his inner walls tightening, Sam's knuckles were so clearly defined.

"Sammy..."

He called his brother by his name again.

But Sam ignored him this time.

Only fingers and lips responded.

The pleasure almost burst his skin, and Dean couldn't help but curl his toes.His arms were still stuck against the wall and he couldn't move, but he wanted to take off Sam's clothes that were getting in the way, he wanted to touch Sam's body like Sam was doing to him now, he wanted to kiss Sam and masturbate for him, he wanted to push Sam Get on that throne, and ride his body.

Let Sam satisfy him.

Fantasy grew wildly in the darkness, and lust made Dean's smell even stronger. Almost choked up, Sam pulled his finger out of Dean's body, stood in front of Dean and took off his robes as he wished. Dean's eyes are glued to Sam's, following his hands to rest on the waistband of his pants, and watching him pull off his pants.

Dean moaned and bit the tip of his tongue as he stared at the swollen cock between Sam's legs.

Sam picked up Dean's leg, put one hand on his waist, squeezed his cock into the gap between his buttocks, and rubbed the wet front tentatively at the hole. Dean was moaning already, tears welling up in his eyes again, his hole contracting sensitively, waiting hungrily for Sam.

Sam didn't like recalling things that would make Dean cry.

Those stresses and sorrows, death or responsibility.

But he could take Dean's tears right now.

He gave Dean more than pain.

Wrapping Dean's legs around his waist, Sam gripped his ass and thrust his cock into his hole.The huge cock filled the tight hole, and Dean murmured "so hot" unconsciously. Sam leans in to kiss him, biting his lower lip, letting his cock thrust and thrust against Dean's body.

The disjointed moans were swallowed by Sam along with Dean's cum, and he pinched Dean's firm ass, crushing his cock hard against his delicate glands. Dean maintained the position of being forced to spread his body, the inner wall contracted to accept Sam's cock, the pleasure of the gland being rubbed made him sob uncontrollably, and the wet cock kept patting his stomach.

He wanted Sam to let him go, at least his hands, but Sam ignored him and just kept pushing his cock into him, rubbing the glands, prodding deep down again and again.

The warm walls contracted around the cock, and Sam's fingers sank deep into the muscle.He kisses Dean, gasping for pleasure, and leans down to kiss his sweaty neck when Dean murmurs his plea to let go.

Dean is the sum total of all desires.

"Lust" is a clever devil, he has self-knowledge.

Sam knew he was right.

What "Lust" can offer is not as good as what he has already received.

Nothing beats Dean.

Whether it's a plump and beautiful woman, or an Omega with a sweet and seductive smell, nothing can compare to Dean.

The constant torment of the glands kept Dean on the verge of orgasm, and the pleasure kept accumulating in his body, and the cock between his legs was swollen and painful.But Sam never touched it again, and he didn't allow Dean to touch it, so it could only continue to pat Dean's stomach in pain, enjoying occasional touches like superficial touches.

But it's all like scratching the surface.

Dean was tormented by the agitation that he couldn't ejaculate, and he alternately begged Sam to let him go, sometimes violently, and when Sam finally let go of his hands as he wanted, Sam held him, keeping their bodies connected. He carried him to the throne.

Dean was forced to lie prone on the wide velvet throne, and Sam held his waist with one hand and kneaded his ass lustfully with the other.

He wants to cum.

But just as he reached out to grab his poor cock, Sam took control of his body again.

"Sam!"

As his brother roared uncontrollably, Sam leaned in and kissed his back, thrusting his cock hard into his body at the same time.After hearing Dean's uncontrollable moan, Sam finally said to him, panting, "Don't touch it, I'll make you come."

Hearing these words, Dean trembled suddenly, his senses seemed to be a million times more sensitive, as if he could cry out just by feeling the breath of Sam blowing on him.

It was still dark night and raging rain outside.Thunder rolled around the castle, and the candles in the candlesticks burned shorter and shorter.

The blood that stained Dean's body was always dry and wet with his sweat, and it mixed together and ran down Dean's skin.

When the demon servants returned to the castle anxiously, the hall had already been plunged into darkness.

The things needed for the ceremony-the remaining wine and minced meat, the dagger, and the skull of the he-goat were still placed on the candlestick, and the blood container was placed by the wall at some point.

Both pairs of silver rings were removed.

Dean's clothes were still thrown beside the throne, which was stained with drying semen.

TBC