Dean shivered at that, thinking back to his month spent as a woman and that night Sam had fucked him over and over, sliding that vibrator back into him each time he was done. He hadn't been allowed to come for hours then, either... by his own request. Still one of his very favorite nights out, ever. Getting to do it again? Definitely worth the temporary discomfort of a raging hard on.

"Thought you might say that," he panted, turning to kiss Sam again. "How many times do you suppose you can fuck me, today?"