[And there was Dean, back in his lap, wrapped around his cock so perfectly. God, it was like everything about them right now was a perfect fit and Sam kind of loved it, didn't want to lose it. His eyes roamed over Dean shamelessly as Dean moved, his hands smoothing up his hips and sides, rubbing down over his back as his eyes settled between their bodies.]

God, Dean... so good, man. You're so - good. [His breath hitched between soft moans.]