Dean wasn't sure if he was supposed to talk or not. He hadn't been told not to, though. "Always want you inside me. I love it when you're fucking me hard... love watching your face. Look serious. Dangerous. I like it."

He slipped a second and then a third finger inside himself, trying to work himself open quickly. Groaning and panting as he felt the stretch and burn, thinking about Sam's cock and how much bigger it would be. So much better. God, he wanted it.