[All Sam is thinking about is Dean and how hot he looks settled between his legs. How the press of his mouth and tongue is nowhere near enough when it's through his jeans. He wants it so much closer, he wants so much more. It's hard to keep himself from breaking down and begging even more or from grabbing Dean and trying to take control here.]

[The look on Dean's face sends a jolt through him - the want clearly shown there. His hips lift up to help him work his jeans down, eager to be free of the restrictive fabric, to feel Dean skin against skin.] Dean, I... God, don't stop.

[Like he'd even have to worry about that. When Dean has to stand up, has to kiss him, Sam might have let something close to a whimper into the kiss. All of this was overwhelming - the fact that he was doing this, with his own brother, the fact that said brother was living up to all the hype he gave himself... His tongue mingles with Dean's, the way he moves makes Sam crave more, anything.]

[Thankfully, Dean doesn't keep him waiting too long. He's back between his legs, his hands exploring and kneading into him, making Sam fall back against the cushions for a moment, just... relish the touch. His lips fall open when he feels the first touch of his brother's tongue and it takes every ounce of willpower to stay still.] Dean... that's... don't stop...