[Finally, finally. Dean thought he might actually expire from sheer lust alone if Sam didn't get his hands on him soon. Once they're in sync, he really puts effort into it, drawing out every moan and gasp he can get from his little brother.]

Yes, yes, yes, Sammy... [The yes was agreement, encouragement, everything. He would do absolutely anything Sam wanted right now and do it with a smile on his face. Anything to keep feeling this good.]

[He didn't see Sam look up. His eyes were squeezed shut, breath hitched, and he came hard, his mouth open on a strangled cry of his brother's name, thrusting into Sam's hand. It was all he could do to keep his hand on Sam. Everything else was completely beyond him right now.]