[Sam let his own eyes drift shut, adding a second finger when Dean asked for it, curling them slightly as he thrust them inside him. he knew he should be telling Dean to keep it down, shut up, but God - he was too wrapped up in how he sounded, how hot it was that Dean was begging for him.]

[He tried to do what the other pleaded for - give him more, give it to him faster, anything. God, he was practically out of his own mind and he hadn't even been touched.]