[Sam breathed out encouragement when Dean pushed tighter against him, kept up that steady rhythm. His arm stayed around Dean's shoulders, the other tangling in his brother's hair.] God, nngh--

[The way Dean was talking drew out a strangled moan - just the thought of doing that, with Dean, of letting Dean do whatever he could come up with in that head of his. This was wrong, wrong, wrong - and no matter how many times he repeated that, he was still panting encouragements and pleas for more, and God, somewhere in there, he told Dean he could do whatever he wanted, anything, just as long as he didn't stop moving against him like that.]

[Sam turned his head, seeking out the other for a kiss.]