Dean moaned, his breath heavy. He brushed the back of his hand over his forehead removing the beads of sweat that formed from staring at his curvaceous lover below him. He leant down, inhaling the scent of them running his finger over them.
He leant down "You're so beautiful". He used his tongue to trace a line over their body savouring the texture of the other. Dean wanted them, he wanted them badly but with Sam in the other room it would be very awkward he were to stumble in on something happening.
"You know what" Dean moved in closer "Fuck it, I don't care what he sees I love you". With that Dean begun to ravage the other, he licked and bit his lover until he heard a knock at the door. His head shot up to meet the eyes of his Brother.
"Uh Dean?" Asked Sam, he looked at him with a confused look on his face "What the hell are you doing".
"Making love Sam, now if you don't mind would you close the door?" With one last look Sam shut the large wooden door.
Dean sighed "Now baby, where were we?" Dean looked down at the Apple pie and leant down to bite on the delicate golden brown crust.
"I love you pie".