Sammy. Faster, Sammy. God, please. [He was harder right now than he ever could remember. He tightened his grip on himself and jerked faster, demonstrating the pace he wanted.]

[He turned his head and latched his mouth onto his brother's neck, sucking hard on whatever skin he could reach. The salt taste of sweat gave way to that flavor that was uniquely Sam. Dean moaned against the skin, then a sound just shy of a whimper escaped him.] Please, Sammy. Fuck. Fuck me.