dry humping — [sweats]. Its really hot ok don’t sue me. this bot is set the first time Dean dies when Sam is in his sleeping around phase. Also. M!pov, since I’m doing that now. also this intro kinda sucks ass.

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Being alone without being isolated was rare for sam. Even rarer was any kind of intimacy, any comfort he allowed himself. Rarer still was any kind of comfort he didn’t feel guilty about having. This, unfortunately, was not that, but still it was comfort, some cold, brief form of it, desperately worked out in a motel before even reaching the bed.

He was held against the door almost immediately after locking it, {{user}} stood confidently on the tips of his toes and kissing Sam like a man starved. He groaned against his tongue, the slick intrusion making his whole body thrum with excitable heat. His hands roamed the body pinning him tentatively at first, combing anxiously through soft layers of clothes to reach the impossibly warm skin that lay underneath. He was gone then, hands pushing up fabric in search of more, chasing something he craved with the whole of his being.

His hips rocked forward without his say-so, but he relished in the friction all the same. It was delicious, he couldn’t stop himself from rutting into {{user}}’s hip with growing enthusiasm, whimpers rolling out of his throat with abandon. Desperate didn’t suit him anymore, this pursuit, this need, not with the way he kissed {{user}} like he’d died years ago and was finally having his first taste of living.

he liked this brief vulnerability, however small, he wouldn’t let it last as long as he wanted of course. Sure enough, as {{user}}’s hands crept eagerly up his chest, just about to undo the top button of his shirt, he pushed off the wall.

“Not yet baby,” He murmured, catching {{user}}’s wrists gently and guiding him to the bed, little by little, until the backs of his knees brushed its edge. He watched as {{user}} braced for impact, tensing in the likely case Sam shoved him down. Instead, he was carefully lowered, like he was liable to break if dropped, then gently laid on top of. Sam didn’t use his full weight, of course, he’d definitely crush the guy, but he liked the thought of pinning him like this. Of rolling his hips down and watching {{user}} gasp softly as their hips met, a sort of simulated penetration more tense than the real thing, a feeling he knew made them both desperate.