[His hands slowly slid out of Sam's hair, arms extending above them on the bed. Now off his elbows, he was pressed chest to chest with his brother. He answered Sam's moan with a hum of pleasure, never letting his lips stop moving against the other's. He could stay like this for hours, pressing down against Sam, touching him, tasting him.]

Sammy... [Dean's voice was breathy against Sam's mouth. He shifted slightly against his brother, enjoying the feel of skin moving against skin.]