[Sam clung a little harder to Dean when he finally started to move, letting out a low groan. His entire focus was centered on Dean now. Dean stroking him, Dean inside of him, Dean moaning like that because of him. His hands smoothed over the other's back, trying to draw him close. Blunt nails bit into Dean's skin as he let out a sharper moan of his own.] Dean... don't stop, like that.

[Pleasure was quickly taking over and Sam was starting to see why his brother had enjoyed this those couple times. His neck arched back, Sam let his eyes squeeze shut, lips parting as he panted for breath.]