Sam was squirming desperately, wanting more contact, any contact, that desire overriding everything else but Dean. Felt so good to have Dean calling his name, pushing in deep and hard. His forehead pressed back to the wall as he bucked desperately into his brother's hand, chasing his own release.

"Dean--" The name was more desperate, louder on his tongue, followed by a deep moan as he finally came, body going tense.