If there was something more amazing than this, Dean didn't know what it was. He was still completely filled and stretched out by Sam's cock buried in him, and still achingly hard and panting with need. His hands clutched at the chair arms as he drew in ragged breaths and fought to control himself.

When Sam nuzzled him, he leaned into it, groaning softly. "Love you, too, Sammy. God, I love you..."