"Jesus, Sammy--" He gasped, eyes going wide as his eyes darted up to watch his brother, sinking down on him. Fuck--

It was a sight he'd never get sick of -- watching Sam sink down on to him, seeing how much he enjoyed it. There wasn't a doubt either that it was pleasure lighting up his face. He's watched Sam his whole life, can read him like the back of his hand.

"Feel so good," he murmurs, reaching out to rest his hands against Sam's hips, squeezing them gently.