"God... Sam, touch me," he gasped in his brother's ear, his face pressed to Sam's, mouth by his ear, panting roughly. His body ached, it hurt horribly, but it was far too good for him to care about the pain. He'd felt real pain, this was the kind that became addictive and made his head swim with pleasure.

He moved harder down against Sam, one hand staying buried in Sam's hair, the other clawing blunt fingernails down his back. He wasn't sure he'd stand much more of it all without being touched and being allowed to come. He was dizzy with pleasure, his breathing rough and shallow, tearing at his throat.

"God, you're fuckin' huge," he growled against his cheek, his mouth running away with him. "Can't-- can't... breathe, you're so hot, dammit, Sammy..."