"Damn it, Dean. Keep talking like that and neither of us will be getting fucked." Because seriously, it was making Sam's cock twitch and if he carried on Sam would blow his load before they could get to the main event. He really shouldn't be so turned on, but damn it all, he was. He ached for release.
He nudged Dean's cheek with his nose, before kissing along his jaw, nipping lightly. "You sure you can handle it? I promise not to make any princess jokes." There was a knot of nerves and fear in the pit of Sam's stomach but the thought of screwing Dean was a very delicious one indeed. "You should er.... you should probably lay back and get comfy..."