[Sam didn't keep his head tilted back for long, couldn't keep his eyes closed. No, he wanted to see this, wanted to watch. He rolled his head forward, forcing his eyes open and to focus on Dean.] Want you too, Dean... God, anything... anything you want to do.

[Because what they'd done so far? Had felt fantastic. Figured it could really only get better. He lets out a deep groan when Dean's mouth is wrapped around him, his hand finding its way back to Dean's hair, brushing through it encouragingly.]