[Just the feel of Dean's skin against his, feeling his cock pressed into him like that and his own against his brother's was enough to draw out something that might have sounded close to a whimper. God, if this kept happening, he wasn't ever going to be able to sleep in this bed again without thinking of his brother on top of him, grinding on top of him, talking like that.]

[It wasn't fair Dean could sound that sexy like this. His fingertips slipped around to brush against the other's face, panting between kisses. He was on edge, so close, and all he could do was push his hips up to meet his brother's steady thrusts. He pressed his face against Dean's shoulder, turning to bury his face against his neck.] Dean - Dean, God, I'm gonna...