Dean's eyes snapped open when he felt Sam on him again, his mouth hanging open on another desperate plea. He whimpered eagerly and cried out when Sam thrust into him, grinding back on his brother, his legs bending and wrapping around Sam as high as he could manage.

No, slow wasn't what he needed now. He needed Sam riding him hard, claiming him. Then to finally, finally let him come. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..."