[It was so hard to keep it together while Sam was coming. Dean was on auto-pilot as he continued stroking his brother to drag out every last second of pleasure he could get for Sam. His hips thrust into Sam as hard and fast as he dared, still dimly aware of the need to be careful.]

[The way Sam tensed around him was his undoing. He gasped Sam's name, nearly choking on the sound when he came, his body absolutely rigid with the strain. Stars exploded behind tightly closed eyelids and he whimpered, struggling just to breathe even as he kept thrusting, unable to stop until the last wave crashed over him and he finally slowed.]

[It was all he could do not to collapse onto his brother. Sweat dampened his hair and his skin. He propped himself up on shaky elbows and nuzzled his face into the side of Sam's. His voice was a ragged whisper.] Oh God, Sammy.