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"Don't even think about it." Dean nudges Sam's hands back over his head.
"Then get to it and fuck me already," Sam snaps, twisting his wrists in Dean's grasp.
Dean kisses him, tightens his fingers to let Sam know he's serious. "Are you always this impatient?"
Sam wraps his legs around Dean's hips, letting Dean feel how hard he is, how much he wants this. He arches his throat, pale skin for Dean to bite, and Dean wants to, but he can't leave marks like that.
"Hurry," Sam whispers. "Please."
Sam begs too beautifully for Dean to give in yet.
