Dean, I'm not going to want you to. [Didn't matter if it hurt a little or whatever. He wanted this. Wanted to feel this. And God, Dean looked too good right now, he wasn't even trying to hide the way his eyes raked over his brother.]

[When Dean settled between his legs, he brought his hands up to smooth lightly over the other's chest, trying to distract himself as he felt the other guide himself in. Yeah, it definitely wasn't amazing yet - he felt like he was being stretched beyond his limits, felt like it was burning, but Dean was going slow enough to let him grit his teeth and adjust to it. just had to relax. Just had to focus on Dean - on his face, on his body, on anything that could keep him distracted.]