“It’s like you don’t even wanna see the fireworks,” Dean grunted as he tightened his grip on Sam’s hips.
“I can’t help it, Dean,” Sam panted, rolling his hips in Dean’s lap and trying to pick up the pace, “I like foreplay.”
He reached up and brushed Sam’s stray locks behind his ear, smiling up at him like a total dork. His lips found Sam’s and his fingernails burned half moons into his baby brother’s skin. Sam moaned and sat flush in Dean’s lap, his cunt clenching tight around his twitching cock.
He’d have to settle for seeing stars, instead.