They were one in a way words couldn’t even do justice. A unity in the way their body’s moved together, no rush existent between them, no burning need to reach climax. No… This wasn’t even about that.
It wasn’t even about the delicious pleasure of it all. No, it was about comfort, forgiveness, love, and everything in between offered and given between two brothers who’s whole worlds at the end of the day revolved around each other and had been doing so since the day Sam was born.
Soft touches, warm caresses, their hands firm and sure, tangle of fingers in hair, other hands rubbing over flanks, backs, ass, hips— They were lost in each other, the wonder of each other. Lost to slow, intimate rolls of hips, even more languid, deep kisses, building their pleasure up slowly together, a growing heat low in their clenching stomachs.
“Dee.. Dean..” A prayer. a mantra, so reverent, burying his face into the crook of the older hunter’s neck with another sensual undulation of hips, wet, hot puffs of breath ghosting over skin..mouthing, sucking these earnest little marks.
"Wanna— ohh, not yet," It was almost a beg, arms wrapping around Dean, body trembling with need for release but he wanted slower, because not yet— don’t let it be over yet—
He couldn’t lose this yet, couldn’t lose something else just yet, he wasn’t ready—
He needed this. Him and Dean. For as long as he could have it.