#cause i've been on the mend from a sinus infection

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Sam's not particularly noisy during sex, at least the habit of having to be quiet when they were younger still lingered from time to time, and Dean can tell when he's holding back. He takes it as a personal challenge to have Sam a whimpering, moaning mess, fucking sounds out of him he knew were only reserved for him.

He gets the best sounds when Sam has his chest pressed to the mattress with his hips raised and thighs spread impossibly slutty, his back arched in an impressive slope, extremities trembling as they try to hold that position for Dean who's hunched over him and whispering the filthiest things above him.

The room is filled with the sounds of wet plap, plap, plaps and the creaking protests of the bed they're fucking on, the headboard occasionally knocking against the wall with the force that Dean picks up. Then he slides a hand up and into his hair and gives it a firm tug, and Sam's voice jumps an octave, the whimpering reaching porn star level, almost feminine, all too desperate like he's being fucked within an inch of his life and Dean lives for it.

Dean prides himself on making Sam completely unravel, and Sam prides himself on the fact that Dean is still rock hard even after he's shot a hot, thick load deep in his guts.