[He didn't care about the noise, not right now. He was so wrapped up in the sensations, in the way Dean moved and clung to him, and the perfect way he felt that he just... didn't care. He felt the warmth spilling against his hand as Dean clung even tighter to him, crushing him closer and Sam let out a soft, strangled moan of his brother's name.]

[His lips sought out the other's for a rough kiss to muffle them both, coming soon after. He moaned into the kiss as the rode out the pleasure God, it had been... perfect.]

[Slowly, he rested his forehead to Dean's shoulder, panting heavy against him and trying hard to get up the energy to pull away.] God, Dean...