Oh yes, those VIP boxes were going to be right in the deepest, darkest depths of Hell. They had well and truly screwed up - quite literally. Yet how could something so twisted and wrong feel so fucking good? When people talked about sin and temptation, they'd never been more right.
Sam just wanted to lose himself in Dean forever. When they were together like this the rest of the world ceased to exist. Nothing else mattered except how dam good it felt to be buried inside Dean. Heaven, Hell, none of it mattered. He growled in pleasure, head falling back, Adam's apple quivering. Those marks were going to take some explaining...
His grip on Dean tightened as he fucked into him harder. "Fuck, Dean..."