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Long fingers slid down his bare back, the forbidden touch feeling like electricity on his skin. He wasn’t sure how something so wrong could feel so right, but he never wanted this night to end. The way Sam touched him, like he could break with even the slightest amount of pressure…
Sometimes, it made Dean feel like he was actually worth something.
“Stay,” he murmured, reaching sleepily for a man that was already halfway across the room. Sam had said something about getting breakfast, but Dean wasn’t hungry- or rather, he didn’t care for food right them. “Stay with me.”
He watched those lips pull across his brother’s face, like they were sharing yet another joke that the world would never understand. From across the room, he could hear the little huff of breath escape Sam’s lungs before the taller man crossed the motel room in just a few quick strides. “You’re so needy,” he said, clearly amused.
“Shut up and kiss me,” Dean retorted, pulling his brother in for another