[Dean tried to answer, but his breath left him as he pushed himself down onto Sam's cock; it was always too much and just exactly right all at once. He moaned helplessly, eyes going half-shut until he was completely seated in Sam's lap. From this angle he seemed to go even deeper and Dean rested his forehead against Sam's shoulder for a second to adjust.]

[When he looked up, he gave his brother a kind of dizzy, hungry grin and then he started to move. Awkward at first until he found a rhythm, rocking himself, lifting slightly, and pushing back down. His hands held tight to Sam's shoulders, eyes flicking between Sam's face and down to where their bodies were joined, watching each time Sam's cock moved in and out of him.]