God, it was hard to hold back with Dean crying out like that, coming and his body tightening around him. Still... clean up was going to be messy enough and Dean looked like he still had other things planned for tonight-- somewhere in that lust driven haze, he convinced himself to pull out of the other, releasing one of his brother's legs to wrap around his own cock and stroke himself, finish himself off, spilling himself against his own hand and the other's skin.

"Dean... god." Okay, he'd have to admit that was better than just a New Years kiss...