Sam held tighter to the other as he started to pick up speed, groaning deeply at the feel of Dean inside of him, the look on his brother's face. He settled back on the pillows, eyes focused on Dean, watching him. "Good... fuck, I want you to, Dean." And since Dean was always turned on when he talked dirty, he didn't bother keeping quiet. He raked his nails up the other's back and down again, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"I love it when we spend all night fucking, you know. Then I go to class or work, exhausted and sore and knowing it's all because of you, 'cause I can't keep my hands off you, 'cause my big brother is too good to resist for too long."