[Sam's voice sends a jolt straight to his groin. He gave his brother a heated, almost feral look, struggling to stay focused. All his grand and glorious plans of teasing until Sam was desperate and pleading under him were having a hard time hanging on when all he really wanted was to give his brother everything.]

[He felt Sam's hand in his hair and he groaned, lips pressed tight to denim. Then he licked a long, slow line back up the zipper with the flat of his tongue, his eyes up to watch Sam's face the entire way. When he got to the button, he nipped at it, teeth scraping jeans and a little of the skin above before he finally reached over to unfasten them.]

[Once unfastened, he slid the jeans down Sam's hips. He growled in frustration when his own position made it impossible to remove the jeans completely. So he has to stand, leaning in to capture Sam for another kiss as he works the jeans down and onto the floor. His tongue works into Sam's mouth, thrusting obscenely in a way that makes him want more. Everything. Sam.]

[When the kiss ends, Dean wastes no time getting himself back into place between Sam's incredibly long, naked legs. His hands grip and squeeze, then stroke the inner thighs as he leans down to give Sam a long, experimental lick from root to tip.]