Sam leaned in when he was pulled, his hands rubbing down his brother's back, keeping him close. It was so much easier to forget when he had Dean up against hi like this, his fingers working him open like that as he felt the cool tile press into his back.

He moaned softly against his lips, pressing back against those fingers and in to grind against Dean as he let that kiss linger. God, they shouldn't be doing this probably, but he couldn't bring himself to give it up.