[As much as he loved the way Dean said his name, the cry got him to press forward, catch Dean in another rough kiss to keep them both muffled. He had neighbors, they didn't need to hear this... they couldn't. It didn't mean he could stop himself from giving encouragement and praise in between each breathless kiss he tried for. Like Dean needed his ego stroked anymore, but he couldn't help it. He kept rocking his hips into the other's hand, nearly desperate and so close on the edge too.]

[All he could do was tell Dean to please don't stop, and so good, and he might have given the other a warning before he came hard into his brother's hand, just barely keeping a cry of Dean's name from leaving his own lips as he curled forward into. Pressing his face back against his neck as he recovered from it, Sam's breath was ragged and his body trembled just slightly from the aftershocks] Dean... so good...