"Never get bored with you, Dean," he murmured, legs spreadng for the other as he positioned himself.

"But I do like feeling this." The stretch and fullness, the initial burn while his muscles adjusted, and not to mention the look Dean always gave him, the noises. He reached up to rest his hand on the side of Dean's face, the other curling over his shoulder.

He wasn't quite hard again yet, but Sam was more than content with enjoying the show, feeling his brother.