[He was going to consider Sam's reactions to be signs of success thus far. He drew back and let Sam pop out of his mouth, swallowed the bitter but oddly appealing taste of pre-come, then licked the head with the tip of his tongue. The hand he used to jerk Sam's cock was getting slick with his own saliva and in some other situation that might be a little gross to him, but right now all he can think is how fucking good it feels for his hand to slide so easily over his brother's length.]

[Before Sam could protest too much, he swallowed him back down, sucking hard and groaning at the feel of the weight on his tongue and the taste and smell that was so distinctly Sam. His eyes found Sam's face again, looking for that much needed eye-contact.]

[His own jeans were sticky with half dried come, but he doesn't notice. All he knew was that he was rock hard again and as he leaned in to work Sam with his mouth, he ground his own cock against the front of the couch, needing some friction to take the edge off.]