Fuck. [He wanted to say so much more, but that tone of voice and Sam's breath right up against his ear... all thought went right out the window.]

[Dean's free hand moved down to take hold of Sam's hip again as his other hand continued to stroke his brother and Dean started to move. He rolled his hips in a slow, steady pace at first. Then a little faster as his body started to lose contact with the part of his brain that was still functioning and urging caution. Jesus Christ, it was so fucking hot and tight. So good. He moaned long and low, broken up by the impact of his body thrusting into Sam's.]