Dean began to fidget, feeling uncomfortable at what his brother was doing to him. It wasn't the fact that his wrists and ankles were tied to the bed or that there was a gag digging into his mouth. It wasn't that his ass was red with Sam's large hand prints and he had to lift his lower body enough so the scratchy sheets wouldn't rub against the sore flesh.
No, it was the gentle look in Sam's eyes and the caresses over his skin that alluded to more than this just being a kinky fuck. That move scared Dean to the bone.
"Shh, you're okay, Dean. You're doing great. See? I already have four fingers inside you. One more and a little extra and my entire fist will be there." Sam bent his head to press a kiss on Dean's stomach. "Do you want me to add more lube? Go slower? I can if you want. Just nod you head."
Just shut the hell up and fuck me, he wanted to cry out. He hated how gentle his brother acted towards him, but all that came out from behind the gag was a muffled reply.
Sam mistook the noise for pain and immediately slipped his fingers out from his hole. He did pause to caress his rim with the tip of his finger as if to soothe him.
"Sorry. You know how excited I get around you."
Dean shut his eyes against Sam's shining gaze, full of love and hope. He just wanted a no strings fuck.