If ever the term 'drowning in pleasure' was ever going to associated with anything, this would be it. It was if all the years of tension and arguing had all boiled away and all that was left was unadulterated pleasure of the purest kind - whether that remained the case when all was said and done they'd have to wait and see.
Sam gave Dean a few more strokes, guiding the man through his orgasm. Those sounds would be etched into his memory forever. He was so close to his own limit that it only took a few more thrusts. Both arms wrapped around Dean, smothering him, clinging to him as he buried himself deep inside him, crying out his name as he came.