Dean heard Sam coming, but he figured if his brother wanted him to stop he'd say so. He kept rocking himself slightly, turning to look at his brother while he rested back against the chair back. His legs were spread wide on either side of the chair to accommodate the bulge in his jeans. God, he wanted them off in the worst way. Had almost decided to simply go without.

"If that's what you want me to do," Dean answered Sam, licking his lips and panting softly.