[Sam worked his hand quicker over Dean, lips parted slightly as he watched Dean, his gaze focused and intense like he couldn't look away if his life depended on it. How could he? Dean looked so good right now and it was almost painful to keep himself back, to keep from leaning in and catching Dean in a kiss or god, tasting every inch of his brother.]

So - [He licked his lips, leaning in a little bit closer as he worked Dean over faster.] Come for me, Dean. C'mon.