[Dean was just gone. Washed away on sensation. Everything was touch... how Sam's hands felt on him, the sensation of slamming himself down onto Sam again and again, the ache in his arms from the added pressure of the position, the burn in his leg muscles as they kept him moving.]

[When Sam took hold of Dean's cock, his eyes snapped open. He hadn't even realized he closed them. His eyes locked on the sight of his brother's hand moving over him and he moaned desperately, shuddering all over. It wasn't going to last long. He'd been almost there back at the door.] Sammy... oh, god, please... yes, yes, yes...