Supernatural, Dean/Sam, languid
It was almost like poetry, how they moved together. Their bodies so in tuned to the other's that no words were necessary.
Slow, easy movements, unable to tell where one body ended and the other began. Smooth motion among the sweat and pants for air.
All the love they had for each other conveyed by a simple act.
It wasn't dull or boring. Their physical relationship was the one thing that was predictable and steady in their lives.
Afterwards, with kisses and caresses, they might talk about trying something new, and they might. But, that would be the exception and not the usual.
What they needed most was the tenderness that the outside world couldn't afford them. They had the flowing unquestionable love between brother and lovers.