[he almost whined when she pulled away, not wanting the space between them, but... they were about to be a lot closer anyway. He could wait. Sam propped himself up a little on an elbow as Dean stroked him, gritting his teeth to bite back a groan. God, by the time she had the condom on and had positioned herself to push down on him, all Sam could do was bit at his lower lip to keep quiet, to keep himself from moving up to get deeper inside her, faster. Wanted to watch the way her body moved each time she panted, the way though chains moved and tugged and how he was slowly enveloped inside her body. He let out a soft moan, one hand easing between her legs to teasingly move that clamp on her clit, to move his fingers over her, feel how wet she was.]