[He was practically jello by now. It was all he could do to wrap his arms around Sam, his legs coming up around his brother's waist once Sam was in as deep as he could go. There was slight discomfort... a burning that somehow seemed right at home with the feeling of Sam's weight pressing him down and, God help him, the feeling of Sam's length full and hard inside him. He'd always liked a little pain with his pleasure and this was not different.]

[He turned his face to press in against Sam's neck, breathing in ragged pants against sweat slicked skin.] Go, Sam. Don't hold back. I want it. Want you.