Dean rolled his hips into Sam’s, gasping gently when flesh finally met flesh.
For about five minutes they’d been trying to find the right angle, nesting in each other’s laps but unable to make contact where they wanted it most. And finally, after a lot of engineering, Dean was grinding against Sam.
He was mostly rubbing against his thigh, leaving a wet trail of arousal on his skin that Sam seemed to like. They moved against each other and Dean felt the knot in his core tighten when Sam brushed against him.
His legs were going to ache tomorrow, though.