UNISON
Dean looked over his shoulder to find Sam locked in his gaze. His eyes had that look of desire in them, a look Dean hasn't seen in a very long time. Sam sauntered over to Dean 's side and took his hand in his own. Dean's hands were cold, yearning for the warmth of Sam's body. Dean turned to face Sam and took his other hand to twirl a piece of hair between his fingers. Sam wrapped his arm around Dean's waist and they both fell onto the bed.
Lips touch, warm and sweet. Tongues moving to their synchronized heart beats. As they kiss, Dean fumbles with his fingers to undo the buttons of Sam's shirt while Sam works his way to unbuckle Dean 's belt. Within moments, the only thing separating the two men was the breath escaping their lips.
Sam laid his back against the backboard of the bed and Dean placed himself over the chiseled body. Sam stroked Dean's back and began parading his neck with nips and kisses. Their gazes were filled with pure passion. It was obvious to anyone that they were undoubtedly in love.
Dean lowered his body onto Sam's penis and slowly rocked his hips. This is the closest a couple could get, but Sam wanted to be closer. Even skin to skin contact wasn't enough for him. He wasn't sure how else to procure a closer distance, but he wanted it so bad. He gripped Dean with his enormous hands and pressed his body to his as tightly as he could. Both of their bodies moved in unison. They were so in-tune with each other. Sam remembered his need to be closer to Dean , but he realized that since they had established such a close bond with each other, that no physical distance between them could ever really pull them apart.