[His hands rested on the other's shoulders, tightening over him as Dean continued to press in, going even slower than he had earlier. Sam wasn't sure if he was relieved or frustrated at the pace.]

[The hand... the hand helped though. Sam let out a gasp, rolling his hips up into his brother's hand and back against his cock when he thought he could handle it. He leaned up to press his lips against the other's, grinning a little against his lips.] Baby, huh?