[Sam really hadn't expected anything in return - he'd wanted to focus on Dean and God... he hadn't been disappointed. he was a little too slow to protest the way his brother pushed his boxers down though and his lips parted when he felt the hand on his back and the hold the other had on his cock.]

Dean-! [He gasped when he was guided inside the other - all tight, enveloping heat. It wasn't as easy as before, but Sam couldn't do much more than follow the other's guidance, bury himself in as deep as he could go.] Dean...

[he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to the other's shoulder briefly. He'd wanted to stop for a moment if they were going to do this, let Dean adjust, but his resolve was crap right now. He couldn't wait to start up a steady rhythm in the other, one hand going down to rub at his hip soothingly.] So good... Dean...