Even though it killed him to wait even longer, Dean moved closer, straddling Sam's hips and keeping himself up on his knees, high enough that he wouldn't actually touch. His hand continued to move over his cock, stroking himself slower to keep steady. "Closer like this, Sammy?"

He heard the pleading. Victory never felt so good! It would feel better in a minute, when he actually got down and fucked Sam, but he figured he had just a minute or two more of teasing left in him.