Dean猛地翻身骑到Sam身上，报复一样说：
“I’ll tell you. You son of a bitch, I’ll tell you everything.”
然后一边骑一边咬着牙恶狠狠地说跟John做爱的细节。说着说着崩溃了，被Sam抱住：
“Don’t do this to me, please, Dean.
Let me. Just let me take care of you.”
Dean又紧张起来。
“You need this.” said Sam, giving Dean one last gaze before burying his nose in the nape of his neck. Dean shivered.
“I need this.” Sam pressed a kiss somewhere between the bruises and Dean’s clavicle, “Dean, please.”
Right then all the fight left Dean. Sam is offering him this. As if he shut his eyes he could pretend it were John’s hands and John’s breath that were wandering all over his skin, mapping out every scar and secret on his body.
“Do you feel closer to him now?” Dean asked in the middle of the thrusts. Sam didn’t say anything, nor did he stop the biting. Maybe Dean’s question was smothered in the moans.
That was the last thing that either of them said that night.
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