[Dean's arms fell loosely to his sides for a few moments and he surrendered to Sam's kiss, mouth lax and lazy, meeting his brother's roughness with a slow slide of lips and tongue. When Sam spoke again, Dean smiled dizzily at him, hands running down Sam's sides. His voice was slurred, still drunk on the lust filling his brain.] Not done yet, Sammy...

[His hands slid down, thumbs hooked into the waistband of his brother's boxers, and pushed them down over his hips. They didn't get down all the way, but he didn't care. All he needed was Sam's hot, hard cock free. He rested one hand on the small of Sam's back and the other gripped his brother's length, guiding him down and into himself. It was a little less smooth than before, with the lube still somewhere in the living room, but he didn't care. He wanted it now.]