Once, when Sam was a teenager, a girl had told him effusively that his brother fucked like an angel, but she'd known nothing about it. There was nothing angelic about Dean's deep thrusts, the way he pulled out smoothly and then jackhammered back in, steady and hard and hot. Dean fucked like a man, like a creature bound to this earth, and Sam wanted to be what bound him, wanted to anchor him with his body and arms and mouth.


~THUD~

That was me passing out and hitting the floor. I suspect I'll be up again in a few hours.

Beautiful, as usual, your writing amazes me.