A hot pulse of lust hit him low in his belly at the sound of Sam begging, and he groaned as his fingers quickened on the fastenings of Sam’s pants.
"I got ya, Sammy," he panted, finally getting the zipper down and kneeling behind his brother as he pulled both jeans and underwear out of the way.
"Fuck," he groaned, palming his brother’s ass almost reverently. He parted Sam’s cheeks with his thumbs and licked his lips.
"Not a single part of you that isn’t perfect, Sammy," he groaned, "God, want you riding my face next time, Christ."
He couldn’t help the full-body shiver as he eagerly pressed his mouth against Sam’s hole, pushing a strong lick to the hot, delicate skin of one of Sam’s most intimate areas. It was a power trip, and it was almost making him dizzy with how unbelievably, brain-meltingly hot it was to be licking Sam open, spread over their fucking motel room table.
The moment Sam felt Dean's tongue lapping at one of the most intimate areas of his body, an almost whimper escaped the younger brother's lips. The sensations washed over him, alongside his big brothers murmured praises and worshipping touches.
"Fuck, Dean," Sam breathed, his voice as shaky as his legs. Every swipe of Dean's tongue sent wave after wave of pleasure, causing shudders and chills to flow throughout his stretched out body. Sammy was needy and he knew it with the entirety of his being.
Sam couldn't help but pull his head backward, turned slightly so he could even have the chance to watch as Dean worked him over. Just a glimpse was all the little brother needed to shiver and writhe under Dean's skilled ministrations. "--So good, Dean, please."
