[Sam relented and let Dean do whatever he wanted, his hands coming up instead to tangle in his brother's hair. It was all so hurried - being backed up into the couch, shoved down on it only to have Dean stay halfway into his lap. He was arching to press closer when Dean's mouth moved to his chest, desperate little noises leaving him between pants.] Dean!

[He hissed, watching his brother settle between his legs hazily, his legs instinctively parting to give him more room.] Look so good right now, man... [They should have done this sooner, maybe. Like, all the time before he left. Or maybe it's just hormones and lust talking there, he doesn't know and it doesn't matter when Dean's teeth tease him through his jeans. His breath hitches and a hand goes to tangle in Dean's hair - not pushing, just holding on.]

Please, man...