Dean chuckled low in his throat at that comment and he held Sam steady as he slid into him, one hand on his hip, the other guiding himself into his brother. Giving one little thrust to get in that last little bit. Looking up at Sam at the compliment, Dean smirked, his best fakey smug look on his face. "I got a pretty good idea, yeah."
He grinned at him and smoothed his hands along Sam's thighs. "You're so damn sexy, full up with my dick, Sam." He rested his hand on the bed as he leaned down over him, supporting his weight as he started rolling his hips in hard grinding motions, his other hand still holding onto Sam's thigh. Watching his brother's face, Dean felt his heart pounding so hard it almost hurt. God, he loved him.