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He rolled his eyes, though fondly, as he got up and gave Dean a tug to follow once he got the bill covered. "Come on... wanna get you back home, Dean... we can start to celebrate for real."

Though he wasn't too big on drinking anymore tonight. Kind of wanted to be sober for the night's festivities. He leaned in to speak against the other's ear, "Got a night planned for you, man. Hope you're ready."

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He panted against the other's skin, face pressed to his neck before he finally looked up, moved to catch him in a deep kiss. "Me too... God, love you." Always felt good to have Dean clutching at him like that, wanting it.

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Dean couldn't help but want Sam. All he had to do was walk into a room and it turned Dean on. He moaned into the kiss and pulled him tighter against him. "Love you... love you..."

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He didn't always need to be inside Dean or have Dean inside him to enjoy this. Felt just as good to get lost in a tangle of limbs, moving against each other like they were. He could feel himself getting closer, but he held back as much as he could. Didn't want this to be over too soon, wanted to feel Dean come undone under him.

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Dean's head tipped back and his back arched, pressing him up against Sam. He twisted and moaned. When he came, he gasped Sam's name and moaned desperately, hanging onto him for dear life.

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It didn't take long for Sam to follow with a gasp, curling in closely as he rode out the pleasure, spilling himself between their bodies. Didn't even mind the mess a bit though, not right now.

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Dean tucked his face in against the side of Sam's neck and took deep breaths to calm himself. Oh, that was good. Hell, it was always good with Sam. Every time they touched was better than the one before.

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He leaned against his brother, panting heavily, nuzzling into him as he slowly came down. It was always good, no matter what they did. "Mmh... Dean, love you," he murmured quietly.