Sam tossed his head back when Dean broke the kiss, not even trying to stop the strangled little whimpers and moans that rose up. He couldn't stop it, not when Dean was deep inside him with his hand on his cock. "Dean... oh, God, Dean, yes. Yes, like that, please. So close, Dean."

His body was tense, straining against those restraints, straining to touch his brother and all he could do was turn his head and bury his face against his brother's hair.