He took Dean in deeply, worked him over eagerly as his brother whimpered under him squirmed like that. God, yes, he looked so good, sounded so hot whimpering and pleading for him. He pulled back just enough to be able to growl, "Come for me, Dean. Want you to come for me."

He was taking him back in then, moaning shamelessly around him, curling his fingers inside him against that spot, hitting it with every thrust into him.