[Other people's necks. His neck. Biting, sucking. Yeah. It was a thing. He'd try very hard to be sure not to leave any more obvious marks, but hopefully Sam would forgive him if one or two slipped by.]

[He bit a line down Sam's jaw, still holding his head back. Set his lips to his brother's Adam's apple and sucked teasingly.]

You could complain a little. [Dean licked long lines along Sam's throat, voice damn near purring with contentment.] And I could think of really fun ways to shut you up...