[The sound of Sam moaning and pleading went right to Dean's cock. He was hard as a rock and nearly desperate to move faster, thrust harder against his brother. The only thing that stopped him was the knowledge that staying slow and steady, focused on the moment, would make it that much better when he finally felt his little brother come apart underneath him.]

C'mon, Sammy. C'mon, c'mon... [His voice was breathless and he kept his white knuckle grip on the mattress, hanging onto his control and steadily working Sam deeper into his frenzy. He did turn to meet his brother's lips for another kiss, giving back nothing but easy, steady pressure and lazy strokes of his tongue.]